I still got your back, you stupid bad-ass

Catching Karma

Kenny's POV

I opened my eyes slowly, ready to take in the light.

But there was no light. Only darkness. I vaguely remembered some parts of the dream I just had. Something about someone talking to me.

I blinked, my eyes stinging for some reason. Pain hit the side of my neck. I sat up slowly and craned it, left, then right.

It took me a minute to realize that I was still in Chris's car, his arms wrapped protectively around me.

"Chris?" I croaked.

He didn't answer, so I turned my head carefully and saw his angelic face sleeping peacefully. I smiled to myself and reached up to stroke his cheek. His eyes flew open, alert.

"Kenny?" he blinked, a little disoriented.

I smiled. Inside, I was still shaking with pain. Everything I'd cried about was only half the pain I felt.

"Nice nap?" I asked.

A slight smile touched his lips. "Yes. I had a dream."

"So did I," I whispered. "But I can't remember." I only knew that I did.

"What time is it?" He looked at his glow in the dark watch. It was nearly 3 a.m.

Chris leaned back again and sighed. Noticing my fingers on his cheek, he captured my hand and held it there, smiling.

"What was your dream about?" I said softly.

"You." he replied.

My heart skipped a beat. He dreamed about me?

"Really?" I controlled my voice. My heart was beating furiously. It's amazing, the effect he had on me.

"Yes," he smiled again. "What about you? Do you remember your dream now?"

I shook my head, still dazed.

"Are you okay now?" he cupped my chin in one hand.

I swallowed, before nodding.

"She's in a better place." Chris said gently.

My eyes widened, as a feeling of a memory from the dream flashed in my head. I blinked, tears forming in my eyes again.

"Kenny?" Chris shook me slightly. "What's wrong? Did I say too much?"

"N-No..." I said slowly, as if I couldn't understand myself. "I just... I think I had a dream, and she was telling me something..."

"What?" Chris asked warily.

"I don't know," I looked up at him and smiled. "Maybe that she's in a better place. I believe it"

She never would've survived in a world like this. Lazy mother, absent brother attempting to work, go to school, and have a life of his own... And me. The sister who gives up school and a life to fight illegally for money, so her little sister could have everything. What kind of role model would I be for her?