Jay's POV
I sit up, but flinch when I get pulled back down.
"Huh..?" I whine, putting my hands on my stomach. There was no wound. I look around and see that I'm in my cousins room- Kendra's. The room was dark, and the little red lights flickered 12:30 Am on her clock- but she wasn't here.
Kenny climbs over me and I feel my stomach twist violently, as if I knew exactly what he was thinking. He places his hands over my wrists and grins down at me. In the dark I could barely see him, but his grin was wide and bright. His teeth shiny and sharp, like a sharks— as I thought more about them they grew sharper. Than his eyes brightened, they glowed a red-ish. They weren't supposed to. Kenny's eyes were blue.
Than he leans down and roughly kisses me, I let out a shriek but nothing happened.
I bit his lip to stop him and pulls away, growling. I try and sit up but he slaps me, hard. I cover my face and whine.
"Everything alright?" A voice echoed through the room— it came from no where—
I wanted to scream "no!" But it felt useless.
"Everything's okay" Kenny says in a sing-song voice. I kick my feet and he rolls his eyes.
"Don't do that" Kenny says, his voice was soft and calm. I squirm and he leans down, biting my neck. I tense and take a deep breath to scream, but he covers my mouth.
"Tsk. Tsk. No no" he whispers, I can only let out a whine. He grips my sides and pushes against me, I can only let out whines.
This goes on for hours,
And hours,
And hours
And hours.
Until it stops.
I wake up, shaking, crying, shivering. I pull myself up with a painful growl, moving far away from Kenny.
"Jay?" I tense at the whisper.
Cameron stands up and slowly walks toward me, I stare at him, taking deep breaths.
"You're okay.." he whispers,
"I'm okay.." I whisper back. Kenny moves a bit and a tense,
"I'm okay" I say rather harshly.
"Go back to sleep" I add. Cameron stops and nods slowly,
"Okay.. but I'll be here" he whispers.
~5 Minutes Later~
I was still thinking about the nightmare— it seemed too real— too memory-ish.
Im the dream I looked smaller, and so did Kenny. I must've been at least 10, that's around when I first met him. Making Kenny 15? I nod a bit. What happened when I was 10?
Kenny shifts and I dart my eyes to his, watching intensely. He doesn't move.
At 10 years old I was aloud to start spending the night with Kendra, but it that nightmare Kendra wasn't there. Just Kenny.
I know Kenny used to live by her, super close. I remember him coming over a lot, when it was really late. Kendra would tell me not to tell her mom because 'this was special', than they'd make out while I played on her phone.
Kenny had always had an eye on me, Kendra would go to the bathroom and he'd insist on playing with me. I just thought it was because he was like an older brother— it was starting to feel like something else.
I began to get nervous as I thought about it. It all started to make sense.
Kenny insisting I hold his hand, insisting i sit in his lap, insisting I kiss his cheek.
He did that to me.
That wasn't a nightmare it was a memory.
That fucking monster.
