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

Part 68

Marilyn

"You're quite silent this session, but don't worry these things take time." Dr. Wilson says trying to assure me.

I was stuck with therapy sessions this week in which my mother required I take. This wasn't my favorite thing at all, but if I wanted to uplift this misery I was going to try. Today was my first session and I somehow couldn't form words.

What do I even say? My mind was too occupy at the white sunshine gleaming through the curtains from his windows. He sees me looking behind him but doesn't bother commenting. It felt good to not have been pressured on the whole time here.

There is a distinctive ticking from his clock above his wall of trophies and certificates that made me nervous. The quiet seem to have no comfort in hushing the thing.

Dr. Wilson checks his time on his very expensive watch, "well, your time is up here."

"I'm sorry I wasted it" I said truly.

He just shakes his head and grins, " don't be. When you're ready, you'll talk. Like I said 'these things take time" we both stand and head towards the door.

I smiled at how sincere he's being when he pulls open his door. The swift of his perfume had made me a creep for standing too close to him for trying to take it all in.

"Thanks for putting up with me" I joked.

"What are therapists for?" He chuckles.

Once I walked out I was met by my mother who sat patiently in the waiting room. She sees me get out the room and gets up quickly with a huge smile. I almost roll my eyes at her desperateness to wanting to know how my session went. I know she just wanted what's best for me but a little space wouldn't hurt.

"How did it go, hun?" She says, knowing she would ask the second I left Dr. Wilson's room.

I shrugged, "eh" my mother tried to hug me but I brushed her off, "can we go? I promise Marcel and Louis we would hang."

My mom had a look of worry scattered on her face but recovered it with a smile at me. "Sure, come on."

The minute we left the building and in to the parking lot I was met a strange feeling. I try to brush it off, thinking it's nothing. Then I almost fell down without warning causing my right leg to go limp. My mother notices this and catches me with wide arms.

"Marilyn, are you alright?" She asks.

I squeezed my eyes shut only to be returned with a blur and a black figure in front of me. I shut them again and this time I was fine.

I drew a breath, "yeah, uh, j-just a catch of vertigo." I tend to joke about it but my mom doesn't seem to buy it.

"Have you been taking your meds? When's the last time you ate? Or drank water for that matter?" She bombered me with questions.

"Mom, mom, I'm fine! Really. I guess i didn't drink enough water today, that's all."

After that she let's it slide as i try to process what i just witness. The demon. He was here again. Ever since Harry came back to me after all this time, he finally figured out who i was dealing with. Harry didn't know his name but if it had a strong dark presence, it had to be a demon.

My grandmother always told me I'll always know when a spirit is in distress and it is nothing like I've felt with this one. I stayed up most nights trying to read up on demon lore and how I could protect myself from it. I was beginning to think i couldn't do this on my own, so I tried calling Liam but I had trouble reaching him.