No Rest for the Wicked (The Ghostface x Fem Reader)

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You were unsure if your eyes were opened or closed and you began to feel your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen. You went to open your mouth to breathe but it was instantly filled by the dark liquid, flooding your throat and lungs. Involuntarily, you opened your mouth again with another wave of the endless liquid entering into your body.

You went to breathe again, this time filling your lungs with air, cloth pressed against your lips. You flailed and convulsed under your sheets, like a ghost who was getting electrocuted.

You screamed as you wildy gripped the white sheet from your face, ripping and pulling it off for what seemed like minutes. When you finally pulled the sheet from your face, you took another deep breath as you placed a hand on your chest - heaving. Your room was dark aside from blue moonlight that shone in through your bedside window, showering over your bed and sheets.

Panic was stricken all over your face as your trembling hand reached for the drawer at your night stand, pulling it out noisily and retrieving your inhaler. You placed it to your lips with familiar ease and greedily sucked in the medicinal air, instantly relieving your burning lungs.

You swung your legs to the side of your bed, your feet resting on the cool hardwood floor.

You stared down at the floor as your breath came to a slow, the sound of your rhythmic and steady breathing filling your bedroom.

You had had another nightmare. The same nightmare from before. This was your third nightmare of being back in the realm of the undying, The Fog. The same nightmare where the Entity pursued you, promising you that It would find you. And that it would return you to its realm.

Your eyebrows twisted in anger as you continue to stare below, your inhaler tight within your grip.

"Impossible..." You said, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

"I'm in the real world now. It cant...it can't reach me here...not for a second time..." You clenched your jaw, as you lifted your head to look out your window. The small clean cut neighborhood was fast asleep, cars lining the road in front of manicured lawns. The sound of a lone cricket could be heard in the distance, confirming your reality even more.

You stared out your window and your eyes trailed to the singular street lamp, it's light steady as you recalled The Fog.

You had escaped The Entity's realm quite some time ago, almost a year and a half now. You had found a way to leave that hellish and sorrowful place which you had spent what felt like decades there.

When you returned to your normal life, before being taken, you discovered that time had not moved and everything and everyone was as it was. Your brother Peter and his kids, your friends, your job, the bowl of fruity pebbles, your upper apartment and your cat. Everything.

You struggled to find reason to tell anyone about your capture, knowing no one would believe you even if you did. Though returned to your old life, you carried much guilt from leaving behind the other survivors, especially the ones you had grown close to. How could one not when you go through something such as The Fog together? Going through endless pain and suffering, with seldom feelings of success or joy.

I had to. I had to...

The nightmares started recently, though. Just when you had started to get even the slightest bit of normalcy back after a year. It wasn't until a few months ago that they began, reminding you of your time in The Fog. Reminding you of The Entity and Its servents.

You stood shakily to your feet while taking your phone off its charger, careful to walk heel to ball as to not disturb your neighbor below. The old woman constantly complained that you were too noisy when you walked, claiming you had multiple people in the house when you most definitely did not.