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

Part 13:

Song for this chapter:

Midnight- Coldplay

Niall's POV:

What the hell was that girl's problem she's out of her mind. The nerve to ask about my past, if I didn't know any better she's on to me. Marilyn is some crazy chick like I haven't heard anything from her, freak. Everyone talks about her in my classes and outside of school, even though my first day was yesterday I have found myself learning things from this girl.

Practically I move here to start over, not to want to regain myself from my past. Besides, how do people from that school know shit? What, suddenly the district had told every detail from my old shit? What world am I living in? That girl, something about her was mysterious after what I had heard. Thinks she sees ghost, medium physco, and freaky slutt. It was hurtful what they had said.

Why would she ask about my old school? Did it have to do with her ghostly ghost thing? Whatever it was she needed to stop because I am dead serious telling the whole school much more worst rumors about her. If she stops bothering me I won't do shit but if she does, things will come out the wrong way.

"You're home early?" my mum says as I entered the kitchen

"Yeah..." I mumbled opening the fridge taking out the lemonade my mum made

"Funny, cause I just got call from the school saying you weren't there" my mum's voice raised

"Will maybe I needed time off!" I yelled causing her to flinch as I made my way towards my room

"You can't do this to yourself no more Niall! You need to let go, why do you think we moved here?" I shut the door from my room and try to ignore my mums stupid replies.

I didn't need anyone to try and comfort me and tell me it is going to get better. I was tired of everything, each freaking soft statement did not make me feel better, its utter bullshit. I didn't needed to hear from my old school, my mum, and Marilyn this world is just messed up as I thought it was. Stephanie was something to me and the cops decided to investigate my arse?

She was like a beautiful pearl full with kindness and adventrous thoughts, I had always thought we would get married after highschool. Jake my old best friend had always thought we were never going to end up together forever, well he had has his wish. He seem to figure out that I choose Stephanie over him when really I hated how they didn't like each other at all.

A knock on my window was heard and I walked over to it to see if someone was trying to get in. No one. I sat on my bed getting a box under my bed I brought to my new house, it had required photographs and notes I wrote to Stephanie. Supposedly this was our love box, she had decorated with lots of girly things. She said it was best to keep it with me.

All the photographs were about me and her, the times we spent together and the park we always go to after school. She always had dreams of going in college I don't know who would ever crush her high hopes. I know my Stephanie she would never lock herself inside a locker. I see another picture of us, were we hold hands outside the park while I'm taking the picture her smile warmed my insides. Oh my god am I actually crying? A tear slips landing on the photograph, I wipe it off turning it around and scrubbing it off with my jeans.

Roses and Daisies, it read in the back of the photograph, I never seen it there before. All I knew these were her favorite kind of flowers that I always bought for her. Has she written this and I never knew about it? I hear a soft knock on the window again, I look up frustrated until my eyes soften in shock, dropping the photograph accidentally as my mouth hangs open.