Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 53

Song: Alive
Artist: Sia

We are the silver lining in any and every dark cloud we could ever find. There is no need to go looking for the light when you bring it with you
- Tyler Knott Gregson

I just like to point out that that's Harry on the picture not Marcel.
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"He's here, Harry" I shrilled trying to gain balance from my posture.

"What you're seeing isn't real, okay? I mean everything that's happening now has happened out there in the real world but that man can't hurt you here-"

"He's been in my head before, what makes you think he can't do it a second time?" I interrupted him and recounter the first time the dark shadow and Harry had been in my head. Speaking to me telepathically.

"You're just going to trust me this time, you're only seeing him now because he's been in the building the night you got shot. Remember" he says trying to calm me down.

"So you were trying to warn me that night?" I asked.

He nods. "Of course, I just had a strange feeling he'd be there."

This sort takes me off pressure and panic because Harry was here now. The last time he was in my head he had just stop the evil shadow from talking to me any further. Harry saved me that day.

"Okay, Marilyn this is where you have to follow your gut to whatever feels very similar to that specific night" he encourages me and sends me a nod.

"Thanks a lot Harry" I smiled at him. He winks at me and then I turn around to an empty dim hallway to investigate.

I tried my hardest to feel - see anything about that night. Nothing was getting to me but I thought touching something could connect to me. So I reached over to touch the green and yellow lockers of the school. I shut my eyes very tightly and I've just realized I was thinking to hard on this one. I needed to give myself some patience. My was mind was too worked up on that night because I didn't want to remember - at all. It was too late to come back to that and what would Harry think? Would he go mad that I was making the most stupidest decision of my life? In the end I thought this was a good idea. Maybe this was my fate.

My hand was still touching the lockers and I took a glance back to see if Harry was still present. He was and he rose an eyebrow to me asking to know if I feel anything. I shook my head no.

A sigh escapes my lips, "this is pointless."

"Patience grasshopper, you'll feel it" Harry says trying to cheer me up.

Again, I made an attempt to touch the lockers but I held my gaze down the hallway. It was dark but I thought that I might see something that can actually give me some hard core evidence about that night. Then when I thought I couldn't catch anything my heart began to thump inside my chest. It was beating loudly. It was the few images that came and gone in my mind that give it away about the horrible night. I remember everything -well bits and pieces of it but it was enough to lead me somewhere.

"I-I think we should head down the cafeteria first" I said and look back to Harry giving me furrow eyebrows.

"Okay, but what did you see?" He asks not moving from his spot.

"I just gathered an image of me talking to someone, it was unclear" I shake my head and shut my eyes to see if I can picture the person I was talking to. Nothing.