A/N: If I use a scene from another movie or TV show, it's a coincidence. So don't sue.


Seven years ago

Two ten year old boys sat at a table in a room talking to a cop and a social worker. The kid had blondish brown skater hair, purple eyes, and wore rockish clothes. The other boy has brunette hair, brown eyes and nerdish clothes. The two looked at the two adults. The purple eyed kid Matthew looked at the ground trying not to cry and choked back his tears he's been holding in.

"So what did she do to you?" The cop asked Matthew that is looking into space.

"She takes me to her house, she builds up my trust, gets me stoned, and I wake up in the car again." Matthew said and looked at his friend that was silent. Matthew looked at the cop and started to get a little scared at the way she was looking at him.

"Why are you at her house?" The cop asked.

"My dad works and I'm not allowed to stay home alone." Matthew answered trying not to show fear.

"Why didn't you go to your neighbors?" The cop asked.

"I don't know my neighbors phone numbers." Matthew replied and the cop looked at the other boy.

"She took me to her house, built up my trust, and did the same thing to me. Except getting me stoned." The brown eyed kid named Freddie chimed in.

"How come she didn't get you stoned?" The cop questioned.

"I think she never thought that I was going to try to push her away." Freddie answered shrugging, "But the third time, she did."

"How do you know she did it to you?" The cop questioned suspiciously.

"She tried to, when I wasn't stoned." Freddie replied and looked at his hands.

"The third time, she didn't get me stoned either." Matthew said getting a strange feeling in his stomach mentioning all the stuff to the cop and social worker. Matthew looked at his friend.

"Why do you keep looking at him?" The cop asked and Matthew looked at the cop. He shrugged and looked at the table. Freddie looked at his best friend wondering why he's been doing that. Freddie looked at the table to glad to get all the stuff off his shoulders and looked at his best friend.

Present

Freddie has his laptop on his lap video chatting with Matthew.

"Hello," Freddie said.

"Hi." Matthew said in a Irish accent and Freddie became surprised at that.

"You're Irish? You broke the Slap Swear," Freddie said shocked.

"No. Its something my teacher is making our class do. We have to go a week using fake accents. I got picked to do a Irish accent. Nice to know that you think I was actually Irish," Matthew said.

"I'm guessing you improved," Freddie said.

"Yeah. I did. At first when I tried to speak Irish, I sounded like a drunk British preson." Matthew said and smiled. "My mom was pissed. She yelled, 'are you drunk? You're too young for that.' Then she got a phone call for my class explaining that I was doing an accent improve thing for some class." Matthew chuckled and his mom walked past him holding a box.

"Yes. I was." Matthew's mom said and Freddie shrugged. Matthew looked at Freddie's face on the video chat.

"There's something bothering you. Spill," Matthew said.

"No there isn't." Freddie lied and he rubbed his wrist a little.

"You're lying," Matthew said. "You rubbed your wrist."

"I had that dream again," Freddie said.

"Oh. I had that dream to. Mine was weird. I was sleeping and then Miss. Maderos was standing at the side of my bed holding a big bloody knife. She started to rub my arm and said, 'goodnight and I will see you soon my precious' and she kissed my cheek. I woke up sweating." Matthew said and Freddie got a disgusted look on his face after he heard that.

"Now that is a nightmare," Freddie replied.

"I'm guessing your mom doesn't know," Matthew said.

"She does, now she's overprotective." Freddie countered and Matthew shuddered.

"Ugh. I hate overprotective parents." Matthew replied, "My mom does to. That's why she gives me freedom."

"My mom should meet your mom." Freddie said and noticed Matthew's mom looking at her son. Matthew left and his mom sat at the chair. "Hi mom." Freddie meet Matthew's mom and sometimes spent the night there so Freddie accidentally calls her mom but she doesn't care. "Where did Matthew go?" Freddie had to talk to Matthew about the dream he had.

"Bathroom. He'll back," Matthew's mom stated. "Why are you nervous?"

"I have to talk to Matthew about my dream I had last night." Freddie said and Matthew appeared in the video chat. Matthew looked at his mom who then left and he sat at the chair.

"What was your dream?" Matthew asked.

"I was ten years old again and Miss. Maderos was, you know, doing things to me." Freddie said and chewed on his lower lip.

"I had that dream last night," Matthew said.

"Man. She is one messed teacher and chizz," Freddie said.

"Do you really know what chizz means?" Matthew said.

"No," Freddie said.

"Here let me text it to you." Matthew said and Freddie's phone beeped. Freddie looked at the text message and got a weird look on his face.

"That's distrubing." Freddie said and looked at the time. "It's twelve at night."

"Well, it's ten at night where I'm at," Matthew pointed.

"Good night," Freddie said.

"Wait!" Matthew said and Freddie closed the lid. Freddie put his laptop up and laid down in his bed. Freddie closed his eyes and trying to think of something else instead of Miss. Maderos.

Dream

Freddie is laying on his side on his bed and felt someone stroking his arm in a loving manor. Freddie's eyes opened and turned to look at who it is. Freddie saw Miss. Maderos holding a bloody knife and Freddie's eyes widened. Freddie noticed the creepy smile on the woman.

"Good night and I will see you soon my precious." Miss. Maderos said and Freddie wondered who's blood is on the knife. Miss. Maderos kissed Freddie's cheek and some blood on th e knife dripped on his arm.

Freddie shot up in bed and wiped sweat off his face. Freddie took deep breaths and rubbed his eyes. The teen noticed it was time for school and got up. Freddie realized it was Sunday and laid back down on his bed closing his eyes.

Dream

Ten year old Freddie is pushed against the wall and Miss. Maderos started to touch his stomach.

"Why are you touching me?" Freddie said and tried to push her away but couldn't. Freddie felt her hand lower to the button on his pants.

"It's because you are hot." Miss. Maderos said and looked at Freddie whose eyes widened in fright.

Freddie shot up in bed again and looked at his two friends looking at him. Freddie rubbed his forehead and shuddered a little.

"Stupid nightmares." Freddie said and walked into the bathroom. Freddie's friend Carly looked at the bathroom and the bathroom door closed.

"Hey! That was rude!" Carly said.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Freddie yelled and started to scrub his cheek. "Wash away the horror. Wash away the horror." Freddie looked at his arm and started scrubbing his arm, hard. "Wash away the horror. Wash away the horror." Freddie looked at the red mark on his arm from scrubbing it hard and rubbed his eyes trying to get the dreams out of his head. Freddie walked out of the bathroom.

"Are you ok?" Carly asked a little concered for her friend and Freddie opened his mouth to say nothing's alright but decided against it.

"Yeah. Everything's fine. Just a little shooken up about my nightmare." Freddie said and the two girls left to give Freddie a little privacy to change into clothes.


A/N: I made a longer prolouge. Constructive criticism is welcomed to help make this story better. Tell me what you think.