Hey guys, breacrazybates here. I figured some of you might hate me for that last chapter or are very confused so I figured I would be nice and upload the new chapter to make some sense out of the situation. Sorry if it sounds ridiculous...

Chapter Four

Claire's POV:

"Claire, what the hell are you talking about?" Eve sounds bewildered and turns to look at me.

"How can you not see him? He's laying right there," I want to be mad but I don't have the energy for it. Eve's next words make me jerk my head up so fast that the room starts spinning.

"She looks nothing like Shane," she says, being sure to put a lot of emphasis on the word she. This doesn't make any sense. It looks exactly like Shane.

I walk over to Shane's corpse and crouch beside it. Before the police can say anything, I reach down and touch face of the body on the floor. It looks exactly like Shane but it doesn't feel like him. The hair is obviously longer than Shane's and the face is definitely female.

"I-I don't understand. Why does it look like Shane to me. Even now, when I know that it's not him, it still looks like Shane," my voice trembles as I stand slowly, trying to wrap my head around what's going on.

"It's what Marcus does," a voice says behind me. I turn to see Amelie and Oliver. She looks at the body on the floor and then at me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my confusion obvious on my face.

"It's a form of hypnosis. Just like Naomi could control people to do as she pleased, Marcus can make you see things that are not there or make something you should be able to see invisible," Amelie explains in an off-handed way.

"Even though I know it's not him, why hasn't it gone away?" I can't stop the question as I stare down at the body at my feet. Even know, it still looks exactly like Shane.

"He does not know that you know the truth. He will hold this illusion as long as he deems it necessary. I would be careful what you do because he can make things much worse than they already are since he is already inside of your head," Amelie warns, turning and walking away.

"That's it? A warning, no help?" Eve's voice is angrier than I've heard it in a long time.

"There's no way to fix it. The only thing she can do is survive and learn to live with it," Oliver shrugs and follows Amelie. I hear running footsteps but I don't look up as Michael gently leads me to a chair and forces me to sit.

"Claire! Are you okay? You don't look so good," a voice says from in front of me. I jerk my head up at the sound of Shane's voice but I don't see him anywhere.

"Shane?" I ask hesitantly.

"Claire, what's going on. I'm right here," I feel a gentle touch on my hand and look down but I still don't see anything.

"Oh no," Eve whispers, looking at me. My hands shake as horror fills me.

I can't see Shane. He's obviously there because I can feel him and Eve is staring at him, a look of shock on her face.

"Michael, why is she looking at me like that. I should never have left. How badly is she hurt?" Shane's voice is tense and worried. I reach out in front of me blindly, feeling for Shane.

"I shouldn't be the one to tell you," Michael says, taking Eve's hand. A hand wraps around mine and lays it against something. It takes me a second to recognize it as Shane's face.

"Claire, what's going on?" Shane whispers.

"I-I can't see you," my voice shakes as does my hand. I feel Shane's lips against it.

"What are you talking about? I'm right here," he confused and I don't blame him. I am too.

"He did something to me. I thought that you had died. I saw your body on the floor," a sob rises in my chest and I try to push it back down but am unsuccessful. I'm pulled against something hard that I instantly recognize as Shane's chest. I bury my face in his chest and sob as he strokes my hair," I can't see you. He has made you literally invisible to me."

"Shhh... I'm right here," Shane whispers into my hair. He pulls back and little and feel a gently pressure on my cheek and then on my lips. The warmth tells me that this is indeed Shane.

He pulls me along. It's a strange thing to be pulled along by something you can't see. The experience is truly weird. An officer tries to stop us but he's obviously never dealt with Shane before.

"Not today," Shane says, pulling me toward the door.

"But-" Shane must have given the officer a look because he stopped talking.

Shane walks us the short distance back to our home and scoops me up, carrying me upstairs. I try to object but Shane simple huffs at me and lays me on our bed. The bed next to me sinks and an arm goes around me.

"You're exhausted. Get some sleep," Shane murmurs, his breathing already slowing down. I fall asleep, nestled in his arms.

I wake up screaming, looking around frantically for Shane. When I don't see him, I feel a sob build up in my chest. He really is dead. It wasn't a dream. I feel a warm arm wrap around me.

"Claire, what's wrong? What's going on?" Shane's voice is worried and I turn to look at him, only to realize that I can't see him. Everything comes rushing back to me and I take a deep breathe, trying to calm my frantic heart.

"It was just a bad dream," I whisper and lean back against Shane, trusting him to hold me despite the fact that I can't see him. The next few weeks are going to be hell, if today has been any indication. Why can't life leave us alone for once. I would give anything in the world to be able to see Shane right now because being wrapped in his arms isn't the same when I can't look up at his face and know for a fact that I am safe. What are we going to do?