Italics are dream, everything else is Phoebe...
The sound is deafening, a mix of screams and wails. I'd heard the sound before, except I almost think that this is worse. I just want the noise to stop, want my head to stop pounding, and the pain to go away. I try to shout, tell them to shut the hell up, but I can't even open my eyes. I can barely feel anything, except the dirt under my bloody arm.
Phoebe groans as she rolls over in bed, her arm throbbing with the same aching rhythm as her head. The soft sound of keening screams grates on her nerves, and nothing she does will stop the sound. She smoothes her hand over the sheets, seeking the cool comfort, but instead feels the rough texture of dirt scraping against her sensitive skin.
The pain is numbing, blinding, deafening. How much longer until it stops? The voices have gotten louder, closer, more jumbled. I'm not ready to let go. I can't, not yet. I feel hands, touching me, moving me, taking me. I don't belong there. Someone tell them that I don't belong here. Someone's yelling, demanding something. Anger laced words and under lying pain. Damnit, tell them.
The pained confusion nags at her, an innate frustration at something. She can't seem to put a finger on the source of the confusion or frustration. She can't figure out where it's coming from, and the screams are getting louder. Flashes of blood and dirt skirt through the corners of her mind. She tosses and turns, trying to clear her mind of the feelings and the vague images. The sounds especially.
I scream as fingers pry into the wound in my side. Or at least I try to scream. Nothing comes out when I open my mouth. They've taken my voice. They won't let me scream for help this time. I gag on the stale air, needing to breathe the very thing that's choking me. I try picking up my good arm, but a strong hand holds me down. Familiar. The touch feels familiar.
The pain shoots through her left side, paralyzing her body and her voice. She gasps in agony, curling into a ball, praying the pain will subside. It does, but what comes next is worse. It feels like someone has their hands around her throat. She tries in vain to draw a breath, choking as the air hits her sore throat, and phantom hands that touch her send cold tremors down her spine.
I pry my eyes open by sheer willpower only, blinking rapidly to clear the tears. His face is blurry, half hidden by smoke, but I know it's him. I purposely ignore the tears on his face, trying to focus on what had happened. What he had done. Or, more importantly, what he didn't do. I barely have any strength left, but I sum up enough to let him know what I think of him now.
"Damn you."
She feels the tears start running down her cheeks, as the words whisper through the air. The feeling of betrayal knots in her stomach. A feeling she knows all too well. It's the same feeling she had when she watched two women who looked exactly like her older sisters try to kill her. The same feeling she had when she watched Cole kill another witch in her own home. It's the feeling of questioning everything you believe in. Of losing everything you believe in.
I can't help but flinch as he presses his lips onto my forehead, feeling like he's marking me. It's a Judas kiss. He's betraying me again, the second time in a day. He's leaving me here, with them, defenseless. He's abandoning me, forsaking me. The darkness falls over me, devouring, numbing me to everything. Like it's erasing everything I've ever known. Everything I've ever loved. All that's left of me is being sucked into the numbing, cold darkness.
She shivers; feeling like something is consuming her. Something dark. She'd felt it before. She can still feel the kiss burn on her forehead; can see it in her mind on someone else's forehead. The kiss felt familiar, like she'd been kissed by the same person before. She watches the scene play out in her head, unable to look away. She watches as the faceless girl opens her eyes. The view changes suddenly, and she's looking through another's eyes. She's looking right in to the eyes of a young Cole Turner.
Phoebe gasps, right before she blacks out from pure shock.