As Spot pulled the curtain aside another scream came from the bed. One of the other guys quickly lit a candle and brought it to him. All the guys prepared for a fight and were surprised to find that there was no intruder. In fact no one was there except for Kit, who was struggling against some unseen force.
"She must be dreaming about some thing awful. How youse gonna wake her?" Falcon queried of Spot with a look of fear on his face.
"Ise guess Ise just gonna have to shake her." Spot was unsure, should Kit be woken up or should they let her sleep it out.
"Spot Ise can't sleep with her screaming and carrying on." Jolly stated his eyes full of fear.
Spot gathered himself together and went over to the bed. Kit was thrashing around fear evident on her face. He reached down barely touching her shoulder; "Kit wake up It's only a dream."
Kit sat straight up with a final scream, causing everyone to jump, and Spot to hit his head on the bottom of the top bunk. Her chest heaved as she began to cry. Bait and Jolly came over to her, and climbed up on the bed. The two eight year-olds didn't know what was wrong, but they thought that they could help some how. Kit continued to cry not noticing anyone around her. The dream still clouded her mind. She felt two pairs of small arms come round her waist. "Kit are youse okay? Did someone scare youse again? Why are youse so scared?" Bait's voice broke through her brain; she reached out for the little boys wiping away her tears and theirs.
"I am sorry I scared you. I was just having a bad dream." She looked up and saw the other gathered in the door. "I am fine now, you guys can go back to bed." They all turned and returned to their beds. They were relieved that nothing had happened to her. Only Bait, Jolly and Spot stayed.
"What was the dream about?" Jolly sat looking at her.
"Nothing, I barely remember it." Kit lied but the little boys believed her.
Bait then yawned and it spread to Jolly. Kit smiled and gave them a look. "You two should go to bed." They claimed they were fine and that she needed them. She assured them she was fine and while they were hesitant they left to go to sleep, but not after continually asking if she was sure. They claimed the bunk next to the doorway, so that they could be there if she needed them, so they said.
"You aren't gonna leave are you?" Kit turned to Spot who had sat at the head of the bed after hitting his head.
"No some ting is going on. Bait asked if some one scared youse again. This has happened before?"
"During the rally Cray came up behind me as we were playing in the water and scared me pretty bad. Bait and Jolly saw it happen. That must have been what he was referring to."
"So what was the dream about? Ise figure it had to be bad, youse still pale. Youse want to tell me about it?"
Kit shivered remember her dream. "It starts out bad, I am wandering the streets lost when these two hands reach out and grab me covering my mouth. I struggle and scream to no avail. This face appears in front of me and suddenly I am floating, but the hands grab me again and this time they cover my eyes while another set of hands start to touch me, pulling at my hair and clothes. As I start screaming for help the hands cover my mouth and I can't breath. I am being raped again. All the smells, feelings, and sounds come back the heavy breathing.
I open my eyes and my attacker's face appears it is Chair, then it changes and it was Buddha, then it changes again and it is Jack. The face would change but what was happening stayed the same. At the end Jack got up and said I deserved this for leaving, then he slapped me around. Then some of the other join in. just as they start I woke up."
Spot was silent. Kit leaned against him for support. And his arm went around her. She closed her eyes, "Thanks for listening." And was asleep before Spot realized it.
"Kit?" Spot softly called out her name; she barely stirred. He smiled and attempted to get up. Kit moved closer and gripped his shirt not letting go. He moved again, and Kit clung tighter. She wasn't going to let go and he was getting tired. The only thing he could think of was to scoot down and sleep. He knew that he wasn't going to hear the end of this. But that was his last thought as he fell asleep.
"She must be dreaming about some thing awful. How youse gonna wake her?" Falcon queried of Spot with a look of fear on his face.
"Ise guess Ise just gonna have to shake her." Spot was unsure, should Kit be woken up or should they let her sleep it out.
"Spot Ise can't sleep with her screaming and carrying on." Jolly stated his eyes full of fear.
Spot gathered himself together and went over to the bed. Kit was thrashing around fear evident on her face. He reached down barely touching her shoulder; "Kit wake up It's only a dream."
Kit sat straight up with a final scream, causing everyone to jump, and Spot to hit his head on the bottom of the top bunk. Her chest heaved as she began to cry. Bait and Jolly came over to her, and climbed up on the bed. The two eight year-olds didn't know what was wrong, but they thought that they could help some how. Kit continued to cry not noticing anyone around her. The dream still clouded her mind. She felt two pairs of small arms come round her waist. "Kit are youse okay? Did someone scare youse again? Why are youse so scared?" Bait's voice broke through her brain; she reached out for the little boys wiping away her tears and theirs.
"I am sorry I scared you. I was just having a bad dream." She looked up and saw the other gathered in the door. "I am fine now, you guys can go back to bed." They all turned and returned to their beds. They were relieved that nothing had happened to her. Only Bait, Jolly and Spot stayed.
"What was the dream about?" Jolly sat looking at her.
"Nothing, I barely remember it." Kit lied but the little boys believed her.
Bait then yawned and it spread to Jolly. Kit smiled and gave them a look. "You two should go to bed." They claimed they were fine and that she needed them. She assured them she was fine and while they were hesitant they left to go to sleep, but not after continually asking if she was sure. They claimed the bunk next to the doorway, so that they could be there if she needed them, so they said.
"You aren't gonna leave are you?" Kit turned to Spot who had sat at the head of the bed after hitting his head.
"No some ting is going on. Bait asked if some one scared youse again. This has happened before?"
"During the rally Cray came up behind me as we were playing in the water and scared me pretty bad. Bait and Jolly saw it happen. That must have been what he was referring to."
"So what was the dream about? Ise figure it had to be bad, youse still pale. Youse want to tell me about it?"
Kit shivered remember her dream. "It starts out bad, I am wandering the streets lost when these two hands reach out and grab me covering my mouth. I struggle and scream to no avail. This face appears in front of me and suddenly I am floating, but the hands grab me again and this time they cover my eyes while another set of hands start to touch me, pulling at my hair and clothes. As I start screaming for help the hands cover my mouth and I can't breath. I am being raped again. All the smells, feelings, and sounds come back the heavy breathing.
I open my eyes and my attacker's face appears it is Chair, then it changes and it was Buddha, then it changes again and it is Jack. The face would change but what was happening stayed the same. At the end Jack got up and said I deserved this for leaving, then he slapped me around. Then some of the other join in. just as they start I woke up."
Spot was silent. Kit leaned against him for support. And his arm went around her. She closed her eyes, "Thanks for listening." And was asleep before Spot realized it.
"Kit?" Spot softly called out her name; she barely stirred. He smiled and attempted to get up. Kit moved closer and gripped his shirt not letting go. He moved again, and Kit clung tighter. She wasn't going to let go and he was getting tired. The only thing he could think of was to scoot down and sleep. He knew that he wasn't going to hear the end of this. But that was his last thought as he fell asleep.