Marcel's POV:
As I left Marilyn sitting alone to go to the restrooms I couldn't quite tell why she needed information about my dead twin brother. I couldn't think straight I felt like bursting out tears but I didn't want Marilyn to see them. Who would want to see a guy crying while talking to a pretty girl. Yes she is pretty.
As I splash some water on my face and drying it, I heard familiar voices down the hall. Oh no, its them. Once I stepped out I could see the two figures right before me, their glares harsh as they made their way towards me I guickly started to leave the building to find Marilyn. But once I stepped out I was now dragged by two strong arms pushing me to the ground my glasses falling.
"Oh there he is, trying so hard to leave us now ay?" Zayn said as he picked me up and punched my nose, blood rushing down already.
It was Louis's turn he got me off the floor almost loosing my balance as he punch me in the stomach. Everything turning almost black as a crowd started to engulf.
They both just took turns punching and leaving me helplessly on the ground.
"You're such a loser just like your brother" Louis told me as he kept on going and going.
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Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**
FanfictionFamily is one thing, but when it comes to spirits, this girl is ready to face them all. All except one. "The dead are talking and she's listening" [MARCEL fanfic]
