Ghostface:
By: LOSTrocker
Chapter One:
He was angry, she could tell. She wanted to run but there was no where to hide, and he attacked her again, like he did so many times before.
"Phoebe! PHOEBE!"
The writer bolted up. It took her a moment to remember where she was. She looked around. She home, in the loft, in bed, next to Mark, and it was late. They had been asleep. "Are you okay?" Mark asked with concern.
"No," she answered.
"You had another nightmare didn't you? About Josh." he said.
When Phoebe didn't look at him, he knew her answer. The film maker embraced her. "How many times must I tell you, you don't have to worry about him anymore."
"You don't understand," Phoebe said. "Someone like Josh, he's hard to forget. He's like a ghost that won't go away."
"Perhaps I can help, or at least try." Mark said suggestfully.
"Trying to seduce me Cohen?" asked Phoebe with a laugh.
He went to answer her by planting kisses on her neck but something stopped him from doing so. "Oh shit," he cursed.
"What is it?" Phoebe asked.
"Pheebs, your nose, its bleeding." Mark said as he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and covered her nose with it. "Hold your head back," he informed as she did as told. "How in the world did this happen?"
"I don't know." said Phoebe. "Here let me get up so I can clean this off in the bathroom before it stains the bed sheets."
Phoebe closed herself in the bathroom. She cleaned herself off, and when she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror. What was going on? How was this happening? It was like it was starting all over again but Phoebe couldn't figure out how, epically since Josh was in jail and it all happened in a dream. After it wasn't like Josh was like Freddy Kruger or something.
"You guys must have got it on." Mimi teased the two lovebirds the following morning. "We heard you guys all the way in our room."
"God Meems, is that all you think about?" demanded Phoebe. "You're just as bad as a guy."
"Hey, I was only joking." Mimi came to her own defense.
"Whatever, I'm going out." said Phoebe and left.
"Whats her damanage?" Mimi demanded.
"Easy on her Mimi, she had a nightmare last night." said Mark.
"Oh boo hoo," she said.
"It was about Josh." Mark told her.
Mimi cooled down a bit. "Oh, didn't know."
"Yeah..." he said.
"I thought she stopped having nightmares on him." Roger pointed out.
"I did too, but it looks like they're coming back." said Mark. "But last night, it was really weird."
"What happened?" Mimi asked.
"She was fighting him in her sleep and when she woke up, her nose was bleeding." he informed them.
"That is weird." said Roger.
"I know." he said. "It was as if he actually came and hit her." Mark shook his head. "I'm not sure what to do about this."
"Don't worry buddy, we'll figure something out." Roger assured his friend.
"I hope so, for Phoebe's sake." Mark said and he went about to fix himself some much needed coffee.
Phoebe was far from the loft now. She felt bad for snapping at Meems but she couldn't help it. Every time Josh was involved she got upset. She made a mental note to apologize to her later. She thought she would go visit her sister. Angel always had a way to cheer her up. She was almost there when she stopped dead in her tracks. A sudden chill went through her. One she couldn't ignore. The writer felt as though Josh was here. When she went to turn around, she gasped. He was. He stood right before her. She didn't take any time. Phoebe bolted straight out of there and dashed to her sister's apartment.
TBC...