Summary: Melinda Gordon volunteers to help out a teacher as a temporary personal Assistant to go on a field trip. Before she goes, she discovers the old school is haunted by a thirteen year old girl who was an abuse victim of her father's Can Melinda help the young ghost crossover? Reviews Welcomed.
Disclaimer: I don't own the original Ghost Whisperer Characters. I do however own the story idea and the character Alison in the story. Songfic challenge: The title Concrete Angel is an actual song by Martina Mcbride. When I thought of the song, I wanted to turn it into an actual fanfic.
Hi my name is Melinda Gordon. Ever since I was litte, I could talk to the dead. Whenever I talk to them, I try to understand why they are haunting me and others. but I help them crossover too. I am married to a wonderful husband named Jim.
The sound of laughing and excited children rang through my ears that morning as I entered the Thomas Grover Middle School. Smiling at each one, I made my way to Mrs. Jame's Class. She greeted me warmly.
"Hey Melinda! I'm glad you could make it on short notice".
"It's no problem", I replied as students filled in one by one. Each one was excited about the field trip to Crowe Park and to the Science Museum.
The ride during the Field Trip was noisy. But I didn't seem to mind as I sat there reading a book.
Your probably wondering why I'm volunteering as an assistant and going on this Field trip. Well, to make a long story short, the School Thomas Grover Middle School, is suppose to be haunted. Yup, haunted. Thomas Grover Middle School is 100 years old and is two stories.
The story is this...A Ghost of A little girl supposedly in her early teens had been reportedly been seen in the School's hallways, on Field Trips, and in the classroom and bathroom. Several people reported seeing her, and I had planned on talking to them whenever I got the chance to, that is.
We rode the bus for thirty minutes. Then we pulled into the parking lot of the Science Museum. The students got out and excitedly, got in line.
I stepped off the bus. The cool fall breeze blowed in my hair as I took a look around. The museum was big and lots of people were there.
Even a few more School buses had arrived. As the teacher talked to the students, My mind got distracted as I surveyed my surroundings. As a part of my ability of being able to talk to the dead, I could sense or even hear the dead coming and could sense their prescene when no one else could. As I listened closer, I could hear a faint little girl's voice:
"Don't let him hurt me". she said.
I blinked and looked around. A few feet in front of me stood a ghost of a young girl twelve or thirteen I couldn't tell. My guess was good as any.
The girl standing before me had long blonde hair, and green eyes. Her face and skin were pale. She looked beatened and bruised. I looked at her with concern even though she was already dead. "Who did this to you?" I asked calmly.
The young girl looked at me "My Father",
"Your Dad? You mean he's abusing you?" I asked. Then the girl seemed terrified "He's coming! I gotta go". then she vanished into thin air.
Shaking my head, I went inside with the kids. I knew that eventually, she'd be back and I'd be there to help her.
my first ever Ghost Whisperer fanfic. Let me know how I'm doing!