Chapter 7: A mother's love

After Kyle telling Stan about everything he has been going through, the boy in the poof ball hat kept a sharp eye on his best friend. Even though he didn't quite understand what Kyle was going through, he still wanted to make sure he was ok, and if anything happened, he wanted to be there for him.

Kyle knew what his best friend was trying to do. But he also knew that Stan couldn't be there for him all the time. He couldn't be at his house every evening or night or in the morning before school. Only during the day and on the weekends.

It didn't take long before Kyle decided that this was just too much for his parents not to know. It was a good help that his best friend knew, but his parents had to know. He just felt that he needed more protection. Maybe his parents would know what to do. Kyle thought about it on the bus home, but he had no idea how he was going to tell them. It would be too crazy for them.

When the Jewish boy got home, he grew nervous for what he was about to do. He opened the door, and entered his house. "Mom, dad. I need to tell you something." He then felt he shouldn't tell them. They would just think he was crazy, like when they thought Mr. Hankey wasn't real, and he was crazy. What if the same thing happened now?

"Hey Kyle," Sheila greeted her son, but then noticed there was a sad look on his face. "Bubbie, what's wrong?"

He tried to keep the tears from coming, but he just wasn't strong enough.

"Kyle, what's wrong." She bent down to Kyle's level.

"Mom....I....I'm so scared...."

"What is it, Kyle?"

"Something's..happening mom. I don't know what it is, but I'm getting.....ahhhhh!"

"Kyle!" Sheila started to panic when she saw her son lean down on his knees, holding his head. "Kyle!"

Kyle finally looked up. "Mom, you just went..."

"Kyle!"

"..into a thousand pieces...."

"Kyle, what on earth are you talking about!"

The nine year old started to sob even more than he was before, and he put his hands over his face. "Something's happening! I keep seeing weird things, and it won't stop! And I'm having bad dreams, and..."

His mother suddenly took him and held him in her arms. "Shh...it's ok, Kyle. You're just tired."

"No! I'm not..."

"Shhh....."

Kyle started to calm down, when Gerald entered the room. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Kyle is having a scary week. He keeps having bad dreams. It's ok Kyle. We need to change what you eat before you go to bed."

"But mom, I'm not doing anything wrong."

"Calm down, Kyle. Gerald, go draw a bath for him."

He did so, as Sheila continued to calm her son down, not listening to Kyle's explanation.

Kyle sat in the tub as he listened to his parents talk about him.

"Maybe it's just some disorder he's going through," Gerald suggested. "He did have the night terror last night."

"Are you saying that he's going through sleeping and dreaming disorders?" Sheila asked.

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing. But if he's having nightmares, we need to ask him what it is, because they can relate to real life. Something must be bothering him."

"I guess your right."

Kyle was so confused. His parents were still not understanding that he was getting uncontrollable visions during the day, and he knew that nothing was bothering him, except for all those scary things he saw during sleeping and awake.

After Kyle got his Pjs on, he entered the family room, so he could calmly explain to them what was going on. "Mom, dad, I need to tell you what's going on."

"Kyle, come here," Sheila said, as she motioned her son to sit down on the sofa with them.

He did so.

"Now listen Kyle. We're only doing this to help you, ok? These nightmares your having every night must have to do with something that's making you feel sad or scared."

"Yes," Gerald said, "is something scaring you?"

"Yes," Kyle said. "I'm scared, because of all these nightmares. I have no idea what they mean, and sometimes I even...."

"Kyle," Sheila interrupted. "What we want to know, is something bothering you in life? Are you sad? Did somebody hurt you? Did you see a scary movie?"

"I'm not sad," Kyle answered, "and nobody's hurting me. And I didn't see a scary movie. I just started getting nightmares for no reason. I don't know what they mean."

His parents grew confused and concerned.

"Mom, dad. I...I keep seeing things in front of my eyes when I'm awake. And it's not day dreaming. I get big headaches, and I see horrible things. Some of them are random, yet scary. And some of them...the people who I love...they're...they're....it's just horrible! Something's going on! And I don't know what it is!"

Kyle got very angry after he went to bed. After telling his parents everything, they didn't believe him. They thought that he was just tired, studying too much, or having a big imagination. They didn't believe him. Why was it that Stan believed him, but his parents didn't? It was because adults didn't believe kids, because they knew they were too naive and young to no better. Now he felt even more scared. Because even though he told his parents what was going on, they didn't do anything to make him feel better. "Get some rest" was the only thing they told him.

But Kyle knew he wasn't crazy. He knew this was real, and it was scaring him so much. It seemed that sometimes if he had some communication with somebody he loved, he would see something horrible happen to them.

Kyle's parents didn't let him eat anything before bed, so he wouldn't have any more night mares. He hoped that maybe it would work, but he also felt that it wouldn't work.