Neighbors

F i v e.

"Mom? Mom! Hello? Kota, Brian, where are you?" Calling out into the empty house. The lights are dim, why are they dim? They're never dimmed, where is my family? Something caught my eye, movement, what was it? Looking up to the ceiling the light was flickering on and off. Maybe that's what caught my eye.

Slowly moving forward, down the hall, making my way down the stairs , a creak coming out after each step, this is weird. Like really weird. This doesn't seem right. Something is wrong but I have no idea what it is.

"Hello there pretty." I turned around, nobody. Spinning slowly in a circle, trying to find this unknown voice.

"What the hell?" I whispered. In the distance, a noise started getting louder. What is that? Cautiously walking towards the kitchen door, the noise was getting a lot louder. Stopping in front of the door, I slowly brought my hands up and pushed the door open.

The sink faucet.

I let go of my breath, allowing myself to go back to breathing normally, goosebumps rising on my arm.

"Hello?" I called out into the kitchen, nothing, no sound, no movement, absolutely nothing.

"Where are you going beautiful?"

That voice, I know that voice. Where is he? What the actual Hell.....

"Did you miss me?" he asked. I spun around, no body. God just hearing his voice makes me want to run away and cry. I don't know where he is so I can't run. What if I run right into him? That would be bad....can't have that occurring again.

"Kenzie. Come here." he commanded. I closed my eyes, held my breath and spun around. Slowly opening them I saw his figure, there he stood, the man I can't stand to look at. I can't look at him, I'll start crying, I hate this man so much.

"I said come here." Flinching at his words I started to cautiously walk towards him. What am I doing? It seems like my legs have a mind of their own and I can't seem to stop them from walking towards him. I need to get out of here. I need to leave my house and run. Run for my life. Run to get away from this man.

"Ah pretty," he brought his fingers up and caressed my cheek bone, flinching under his touch, he smiled at me. It's not a nice smile though, it's more of a smirk, a smirk of him knowing why I'm flinching underneath his touch.

His fingers continued to caress my cheek, his other hand trailing it's way up my back and into my hair. His touch is cold, leaving goosebumps through my shirt onto my skin. It feels like I'm paralyzed, I can't be. I need to wake up from this horrid dream, I really hope this is a dream. This needs to be a dream.

Clenching my eyes shut, trying to lift my leg up to step away from him. My leg isn't lifting. Why isn't it moving? It needs to move. The tears are starting to form in my eyes, I can't cry. I can't let him see this is what he does to me. Not again.

Letting a deep breath out, I closed my eyes, he tightened his grip on my wrist.

He knows.

I opened my eyes and stared at this man. This man is so horrid looking, if you see him in a crowd, you would get that feeling to stay far away as possible from him. He has a 5 'O clock shadow on his face, he's pretty tall, not the skinniest of the bunch, and he has wretched bags underneath his eyes. Probably plotting when to attack his next victim.

"I haven't seen you in a while, where have you been?" he jutted his lip out, forcefully making a pouty face. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I need to speak. I need to yell. I need somebody to help me. Warm tears fell onto my cheeks, I'm so scared, I never wanted this to happen. He starts touching me again, his hand slowly making its way towards my breasts. No. His hand hovered over my boob, he smirked down at me. 

I sprung up from my bed. Sitting up, looking around my room. Panting, out of breath from my nightmare. Putting my head in my hands, I felt dried tears on my cheeks. 

"Shit, that was so realistic." I muttered to myself. I looked around my room again, everything dark and can only make out some outlines of things. Turning to my left, my alarm clock read in big, red numbers 5:36, it should be getting light out soon and I doubt I'll be going back to sleep after that. Pushing my blankets off of me, I step out of my bed, feet landing on the wooden floor boards, I scurried across the room with my phone in hand for light and make it to my bathroom. 

Looking up at my reflection, I see a different girl. I see the scared, naive girl I was once before with dried tears down her cheeks. "How did I even let that happen to me?" asking myself aloud, looking at my reflection. Water is piling up in my eyes again, more tears threatening to spill out and replace the dried tears, "Okay, stop thinking about it Kenz, c'mon" letting out a sigh.