Eyes Open Wide
Chapter 2- This Nightmare
By: CutieAnimeGirl19
(Author's Note: Readers, thank you so much for your wonderful reviews, I couldn't have been more excited to read them. I apologize for my lack of updating, I've been very busy lately and haven't had a chance to add another chapter, but here it is for you now. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And please, don't be afraid to criticize or bring something to my attention. I am completely open to any suggestions you may have)
Kyle woke up in a cold sweat and with the worst feeling of dread that he'd ever experienced in all the years of his young life. Holding tight to the headboard of his bed, he waited for his heart to stop racing so that he could calm down and get himself into a better mindset. He couldn't go to school with the same one he'd had the day before, when the dream was fresh in his mind, thanks to the snoozing he'd done in English class.
It was the daydream (literally) that had sent him sprinting to the bathroom crying his eyes out. He would have shut himself into a stall, but was too upset to think that far. It was a wonder he didn't run into the girl's restroom, considering how upset and confused he was at that time.
He had the dream again. It was the same dream every night, with small differences here and there: But the same idea, always with the same setting. He couldn't get it out of his mind no matter how much he tried. It was haunting him, making his hours in school almost unbearable, and the hours after school even more so. After it gets out for the day is when Kyle gets to hang out with his little group of friends.
Normally he would be excited about this, having spent every day with his friends since they were all rugrats in diapers. Now they were all Highchoolers, preparing for Junior and Senior year to begin. They didn't have as much time to hang out as they had before, especially now that they were all taking different classes. But after school was still the time they had a chance to hang out with each other and converse about their day, harping on each other for every stupid thing they said or did. It had been this way for as long as he could remember.
And now he was eager for this tradition to end. It drove him crazy how quickly he was losing the fight. He had to do something about this or he would end up living in a mental institution for the rest of his life, still trying to erase the images that seemed to be imbedded in his brain, unrelenting as they torment and scar his fragile heart. Kyle wasn't the strongest when it came to emotional blows. He'd always known he was the most sensitive of the group which wasn't really a shock to anyone else.
His personality and the soft heart he had for others went beyond being ingrained in him by his parents. Ever since he was little, all he wanted was to help others, to better their lives in some way: Which was why he was so forgiving when someone severely hurt or pissed him off. He had learned to take these things in stride because he knew that if he let everything get to him, if he let himself be effected by everything people did to him, he wouldn't be very happy or grow as a person. So, he'd taught himself to be merciful and tolerant of other's.
Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for school.
As he passed his parent's bedroom and turned into the hallway, he started to notice a rather unsettling feeling forming in the back of his mind. He started to feel as if someone were watching him and turned his head to look behind him, feeling slight relief at seeing that no one was there. He turned forward again to walk the rest of the way to the bathroom, whistling softly to calm his nerves and try to shake this feeling of unease. When he got to the bathroom door, he reached inside to turn on the light, stepping over the threshold as he closed the door behind himself, making sure to lock it.
He told himself that it was because he didn't want anyone walking in on him while he took a shower, but he knew that was a lie. There was just no getting rid of this feeling of fear that had inched its way into his mind, gently tugging at his nerves and making him want to go back to his room and crawl back into bed, pulling the covers tightly over his head. But he knew he wouldn't get anything done if he made that choice and missing school wouldn't help to take this feeling away any more than hiding himself away would. Still, he hoped that a hot shower would give him some semblance of peace.
As Kyle began removing the pajamas he had slept in, he felt the sudden urge to look up into the mirror, hoping to find that the night had not been cruel to him as far as appearance went. But when his eyes rose to meet those of his reflection, he saw something there that filled his heart with dread. There, in one corner of the bathroom, leaning against the wall and staring at him, was a blonde haired boy in a green hoodie.
He let out a fear-filled squeak, nearly jumping out of his skin at the sight of him standing there, watching him with a calculating gaze. His hands shaking, he slowly turned around to meet the stare of his long-time friend and the object of his nightmares. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he saw that the boy was closer now than he had been just moments ago. "What are you doing here?" he asked shakily, his body beginning to tremble as fear threatened to completely fill him up.
He swallowed a lump in his throat and fought back tears as one corner of his friend's mouth curled up into a malevolent smirk, his dark eyes sparkling dangerously as he made his way over to Kyle. His hands were tucked harmlessly in his pockets, but at that moment nothing about the boy was harmless.
He was like a ticking time-bomb with legs, the risk of exploding at any moment causing a thick tension to fill the air around them. "Kenny, what are you d-doing here?" he tried again, flinching as he heard the stutter in his voice, cursing himself for being so weak. How could this poor, seemingly harmless boy make him come undone so easily? He was like a wolf in sheep's clothing the way he could go from being the carefree, funny boy that he'd always been before, to being the shady, sadistic boy he had slowly turned into. What had happened to him, Kyle wondered at that very moment. Why was he torturing him this way?
He jumped slightly as Kenny spoke, his voice sounding rather calm. "I just came to see how you were doing. You didn't seem to be doing so well when I saw you in the hallway the other day. And I didn't see you in class the rest of the day, so I figured out pretty quickly that something was wrong. Are you gonna be alright, Kyle?" he asked, the smile vanishing to be replaced by a questionably worried expression.
Still, Kyle was taken aback by the boy's sudden show of concern and allowed himself to calm down the slightest bit. His hands stopped shaking but he still felt pretty tense and knew that if he wanted to move his neck the slightest bit, he would find that he was unable. He was still very much frozen with fear, which was understandable, given the current situation. Kyle had no reason to feel safe around this boy, and letting his guard down would be a bad mistake.
Suddenly wanting to show a little bravery and not allow Kenny to mess with his head, he opened his mouth to speak. "I'll be alright once you leave my house. You shouldn't be here Kenny. I told you before that I didn't want you here," he said firmly, jutting his chin out to show that he was serious.
The worried expression that had been there on Kenny's face quickly dissolved to make way for a wicked look of anger. "Kyle, you said that when you were upset with me. Can you honestly say, now, that you don't want me here anymore?" he asked as he closed the gap between them, pressing his hips gently against the other boy's and trapping him between his arms. "Maybe I should remind you of just how much you want me here…" he said softly, lowering his hand to press between Kyle's thighs, causing a feeling of nausea to slowly creep up his throat.
Kyle was quickly becoming uncomfortable with the way Kenny was speaking and even more disturbed at the utter closeness of his body and the feel of his hand between his legs. The images of his nightmare and what had transpired between them just a week ago were driving him wild with fear and anxiety. He couldn't take it anymore. The room around him began to spin as panic set in, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Staring up into Kenny's eyes and seeing the intent within them, Kyle started to cry, the tears streaming down his face and falling onto the floor at their feet. "Please…Please just leave me alone. I won't tell anyone what happened…I promise," he pleaded, a sickness settling at the pit of his stomach as his heart constricted in his chest, making it even harder for him to focus.
"Please…" he choked out as Kenny leaned in to place a kiss to his neck, instantly making Kyle feel as if he were going to throw up. How could someone who used to be so wonderful become so horrifying? He couldn't believe that this was happening to him. Again.
The intense fear and discomfort became so overwhelming, that his protective instincts kicked in, pushing him into unconsciousness so that he didn't have to experience himself being violated.
