Disclaimer: Don't own BTR. Hopes and dreams baby.
Ok, so I know I only just started working on Inner Turmoil, but I couldn't resist this. Hope you all enjoy. I'm not sure yet, whether this will continue, or remain a one shot. What do you think?
BTR
It was nearing ten pm, and Kendall was ready for bed. He contentedly curled himself up in a ball, under his warm blankets, eyes closing and sleep taking over within a matter of minutes. An hour or so later, and he was disturbed from sleep. Whether from Logan's snoring, or just disturbing in general, he wasn't sure. But the full bladder that was keeping him awake had him out of bed and heading for the toilet with a slight limp.
After relieving himself, he was busy washing his hands, when he sleepily saw someone's reflection in the mirror behind him. He jumped, spinning around to look behind himself, but saw no one. He sighed, shrugged and turned back to turn the taps off. And stopped dead. The person was still standing there. Shady and blurry, he wasn't sure if he was actually seeing someone in the half-light that spilled in from the hallway. He quickly turned the bathroom light on, but saw nobody there.
Rubbing at his eyes tiredly, Kendall headed back to bed, glancing over his shoulder every few minutes, memories of the scary stories he and the guys were telling earlier that evening rushing around his head.
He remembered the one Logan had said, particularly.
"I've heard, that if you say 'Bloody Mary' three times in front of a mirror, you will see Bloody Mary," Logan told them, conspiratorially. Kendall and James both laughed at their friend, but Carlos' eyes widened with shock.
"Really?" he asked, excited. Logan nodded his head.
"Yeah, and I've heard there's gold at the end of the rainbow," Kendall said mockingly, smirking. Carlos' eyes widened even more.
"I knew it!" he exclaimed. Kendall laughed, patting his friends shoulder, sighing slightly at his naivety.
"Well, Kendall seems sceptical, why don't you go and do it then?" Logan said, smirking right back at his taller friend. Kendall laughed at him.
"Sure, whatever," he said, standing up and heading towards the bathroom.
"YELL IT SO WE CAN HEAR YOU!" James yelled after him, laughter evident in his voice.
Kendall entered the bathroom; the grin hadn't left his face.
The other three boys waited with baited breath.
"BLOODY MARY," Kendall bellowed.
James and Logan exchanged smirks; Carlos just looked scared and worried.
"BLOODY MARY," came the second.
There was a long pause, before the third,
"BLOODY MARYYYY!"
Then, there was silence and Kendall did not walk out of the bathroom. Instead, the three boys in the living room heard a smash and a scream. Loud and petrified. All three of them were on their feet and racing to the bathroom instantaneously.
The door was locked.
They started banging on the door, yelling at trying to break it in, panic filling them. How could they have done this to their friend? How could they have really let him go and curse himself? Guilt and fear ran through them all. Carlos was almost crying. There was no response from inside the bathroom, and they kept hammering away, screaming through the door to their friend.
The door opened.
"What the hell, guys?" Kendall asked, staring at them, a smirk on his face. All three boys tackled him simultaneously.
Kendall smirked lightly at the memory, but remembering the figure he'd seen in the mirror just then, the smirk slipped off his face.
He walked past the kitchen and saw James pouring himself a glass of milk. He sighed, mystery solved. James was just getting him back for earlier. He laughed slightly and went back to bed.
Shutting the door behind himself, he slowly climbed back under his covers, shivering slightly as he realised how cold he actually was.
He looked across the bedroom, towards the half opened door. He could've sworn he had shut it behind himself, he saw somebody standing in the open part. He laughed slightly.
"Good night, James," he said, rolling onto his other side, facing the wall.
Kendall didn't see the figure walk into the room, and stand by his bed, leaning over him as he slept. He subconsciously did, however, as his dreams were filled with long scraggly hair, mottled skin and barely seen people out of the corner of his eyes.
He dreamed of being followed by someone, someone he never saw clearly, being watched from the shadows, from mirrors. He tried to look, but he couldn't. He felt the fear, the anguish, well up in his chest. The suffocating feeling of devastation and heartbreak and horror rolling through his body like waves through the ocean.
He thrashed and cried out in his sleep. His body trying to fight off an invisible foe, as the figure stood, watching him.
Logan awoke to the sounds of his best mate yelling and thrashing about. The fear filled sounds gave him cause to worry, forgetting his earlier death threats to his best mate; he jumped up, switched on the light and was by Kendall's side within moments, shaking him awake.
It took a few moments before Kendall opened his eyes. But when he did, it was with a whimper that Logan had never heard before and a look upon his face that Logan never wanted to see again.
Fear and anguish.
"It's ok, Kendall, it was just a dream, no need to have a complete and utter panic attack on us now, is there," he said soothingly, trying to calm his shaking friend down.
"I…it wasn't just a d…dream, Logie," he stuttered out, a frown pulling his large eyebrows down, sweat dripping from his forehead, down his nose, he was clutching at Logan, clutching like if he let go, he would fall into a giant abyss and never return.
Logan held onto him in return.
"Yes, Kenny, it was just a dream. Whatever it was, it was all in your head. You were dreaming," he tried to reassure. But he could see it in his friends' eyes that he didn't believe him.
Kendall shook his head, his breathing increasing. He was hyperventilating. His grip on Logan's arms was so tight; it felt like he was bruising him. But Logan knew that right then wasn't about him, if he didn't calm Kendall down, he was going to pass out.
"Breathe, Kendall, slowly, just breathe… that's it, nice deep breaths. You need to calm down," Logan instructed slowly, as though talking to a five year old. Sometimes, when dealing with Kendall, he was sure he was dealing with one.
As his breathing got back under control, Kendall let out a slight sob, turning away from his friend, and hiding himself back in his blankets, embarrassed by his weakness of a nightmare.
It was all so vivid, so real. The toilet trip, the figure. He clenched his eyes shut, trying not the think about it.
"Kendall…" Logan said, quietly. He ignored him. He couldn't face him, not yet, not so soon after his embarrassing break down. Logan sighed and headed back to his bed, turning the light out in the process.
Kendall lay, for the rest of the night, with his arms wrapped tightly around himself, buried under his blankets, eyes clenched shut, unable to sleep, until the sun came up and he heard his mother moving around out in the kitchen.
TBC