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I wake up at dawn, weird. My vision is blurry as I roll out of bed to the bathroom. I lazily turn on the shower that, in return, spits hot water at me. I strip off my clothes and step into the shower. I nearly fall asleep as the water pours over me.
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I am awokenas Faye stumbles to the bathroom. I hear her start the water. I rub my eyes and sit up. I am debating on whether I should leave or stay. I don't know how long I did this, but it was too late to leave now, because she was coming out of the bathroom now, a towel wrapped around her body. Her eyes widen as she spots me.
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I step out of the shower, feeling the cold air pierce my skin; I should have turned on the heat last night. Last night, I don't really remember. Vicious was there and he held me. I can't take it anymore. I see things that aren't there and they torment me. I sit on the floor as silent tears fall from my eyes.
I gather myself together and open the door leading to my room. I must have finally gone crazy because there was Vicious, sitting on my bed, hunched over. I stood there for a moment shocked. I fell to my knees and started to shake all over. "He's not there Faye," I heard myself say over and over. I hugged myself to stop the shaking.
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She collapses and starts to mumble something to herself. I watched her quiver on the floor as the tears spilled from her eyes. She has her hands on her face now and she looked up at me through parted fingers. "You're not her," she said, a twisted grin appearing on her face. She began to giggle and soon erupted in a fit of laughter.
I sympathized with her right now. She hadn't gotten over the death of Spike and she thinks I'm dead too. She doesn't remember what happened yesterday. I have to explain; I'm not him anymore.
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Vicious got up from the bed and kneeled beside Faye. He placed his hand on her shoulder and brought her into an embrace. All the while, Faye kept insisting that he wasn't there and that she had lost her mind.
"I'm not a ghost," he whispered, "Spike's bullet missed my vital organs"
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I look into his face. It's realistic. Too realistic. I hear his words. They echo through me. He is alive, he is here. He should be my enemy, but I can't think of any reason to be mad at him right now. His bodyfills my cold, hollow center.
I just can't let him go. It's too painful to let another piece of me go. Even if Vicious was in my nightmares for a long time, he is still a part of me. If this is just a dream, then I wouldn't mind dreaming a little longer.
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She tells me over and over again. I couldn't quite understand, but I tried my best to comfort her. She wasn't the strong arrogant woman I was used to, but a mere reflection image of her. She needed support. I look upon her tear streaked face for a second time.
"I'll help you through this," I say. She nods and wipes her face.
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Faye came to the conclusion that this was all just in her imagination, and decided to go along with it as long as it lasted. Vicious stood and offered his hand to Faye. She took it and got to her feet.
"I 'm ok," she lied, "Do you want me to get you something?"
"No," Vicious said, "You should rest right now, I'll go home"
Faye played with the end of her towel, "Ok,' she said, "Come back later though"
With that, Faye disappeared into the bathroom.
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I watch her hurry to the restroom. Is she feeling nauseous? Oh well, I'll come back later. Until then, I have to get cleaned up and meditate for a while.
I wait in the bathroom until I hear the clink of the door as it closes. I have gone crazy, I am insane. I step out of the bathroom into my room and to my dresser. I take a pair of black shorts and a white t- shirt out. This outfit really reminds me of Ed. She should be like sixteen now. I had to find her, soon.
I sit on my living room couch and flip through a fashion magazine; I should really start to shop again. I'm starting to look like a normal. I may be crazy but I should still be a lady.
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I walk through the elevator doors and press the seventh floor button. The doors close. I hope I haven't jumped the gun with Faye. Like I said before, she isn't the woman she used to be, strong, independent. The doors creak open and I step out onto my floor. Apartment number 7D.
As I rest on my couch, I notice how empty my house is; a square couch in the living room, a round table in the dining room, and a bed and dresser in my room. Oh well, I'm not a female, I don't need decorations, they're odd.
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As Vicious was heading into his room, he heard a sound. Someone was inside his apartment.
Chapter End. . . . . . . . .
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A/N: A cliffhanger! Please R&R!
Peace3 Izumi