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You Know I Love You Right?	By : sparrowgirl421 Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 5798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch. 9: You Know I Love You Right?

            After daddy fell, I couldn’t watch anymore so I ran. I ran until my lungs would burst. I ran until my legs gave out. I ran until I had horrible cramps in my side. After I stopped to breathe I ran even harder to get home. I burst into the house and slammed the door hard. I breathed heavily and only stopped for a second to lock the door before I ran upstairs into my dad’s bedroom. I collapsed on his bed and started to cry. I haven’t cried this hard and this sadly since my mom died. I cried, sobbed and screamed into the pillows until my throat was raw and I couldn’t breathe. Tears flowed freely from my face and soaked into the pillow case. I cried so hard I almost made myself sick. I don’t know how long it was that laid on the bed after I stopped sobbing. I just cried quietly and let the tears fall down my face.
            I had no one else to go to now. No one to greet me at the door when I got home. No one would hold me tight when I cried. No one would watch me sketch and talk to me for hours on end. As I laid on my dad’s bed I thought about what had just happened. They acted like he did something horrible. What if they were wrong and they killed an innocent man? He was a kind and gentle man who loved little kids and other simple things. What did he do to make them kill him? It hurt me badly to see him doe like that and now all I wanted to know was why.

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            I can barely remember anything now. I can’t move and I can’t talk. I’m aware that I’m in a hospital and I can just make out the sounds coming from the hallway through the bandages. The bandages feel tight against my skin. I desperately wanted them off, but at the same time I didn’t want my skin exposed. The bandages were all over my body. My head was covered, my arms. It felt like I had an extra skin on. I went in and out of conciseness, but for how long I didn’t care. I was all alone now and I didn’t know which hospital I was at.
            When I was awake all I did was think. I thought about the children, but mostly I thought about Khristen. I wondered if she knew I was here. I wondered if she was ok. Who would take care of her now? Where would she go? What would she do? I wanted to cry for her, but it hurt. It hurt just to fucking breathe. I wondered who talked or if the parents noticed something. I thought about little Nancy and wondered what she had said to her mother. I even thought about the time when we had been painting together and she was laughing. I wondered what she would draw when she was a teenager like Khristen.
            Khristen’s image floated through my head whenever it could. I saw her beautiful smiling face and those sparkling bright blue eyes looking right at me. I started to wonder if I should have told her what I was doing what I was doing with the kids and my aggression. Maybe she could have helped me. I will never have that chance now. I even wondered if I should have told her about the glove and the picture I had found of it. Maybe it would have been better if I had just thrown the damn thing away, but deep down I knew I couldn’t do that.
            I just laid on the hospital bed. I kept perfectly still and I was trying to be careful as just breathing. I flinched when I felt my chest tighten. I couldn’t die like this! I tried to fight it, but the pain in my heart grew. In my head I screamed for Khristen. I never got the chance to say goodbye to my little Khrisy. I pain was so intense I gasped and twitched. The last thought that went through my head was that I hoped she knew I loved her. Then everything went black and cold.

            When I woke up, I wasn’t in the hospital. I looked around and saw that I was in the boiler room. I couldn’t understand why I was here. Had I dreamed the entire thing? If I woke up would I see Khristen again? I looked around and concentrated on waking up. Only when I opened my eyes I found myself in my room, but it was all silence. I walked into the small bathroom I had in my room and I couldn’t believe what I saw in the mirror. It was me, but at the same time it felt like it wasn’t.
            My face was horribly burned. My skin was all rough and cracked. Parts of the inside of my cheek were exposed and I could see parts of the muscle. Even my teeth looked disgusting because my teeth looked disgusting because they were all yellow and black. One thing that upset me was that my eyes turned black. They were just black with a bloodshot background. I was surprised to see that I was still wearing that sweater Khristen had gotten me. I looked down on the counter and saw the hat she had gotten me too, so I put that on. It made me feel a little better because my whole head was burned and I had no hair. My hands trembled as I looked at them. They were burnt as well and the skin looked raw and rough.
            My heartbeat began to race when I saw the glove as well. I picked it up and looked at it. It looked brand new and the blades glistened with shine and sharp as ever. I slowly put it on and took a deep breath. That powerful sensation went through my body all over again. When I looked up at the mirror I became enraged. I snarled in anger and shattered the glass with the claws making glass scatter all around my black boots. I was breathing heavy and I noticed my voice sounded deeper. That was probably due to the fact that my throat had been burned too. I hurried out of the bathroom and I was in the boiler room again. I had to accept what had happened. I was dead. I was in some kind of world, but I wasn’t sure how I got here. Although now I was starting not to care about that part. I had to think about what to do next.
            I wanted to go after the children. I wanted to go after all of them and take my revenge. They had no idea what they did to me. They ruined my body and they took me away from my daughter. Just the thought of her alone made me angry again. I screamed out in fury and swiped at some of the pipes. When I screamed my daughter’s name I suddenly found myself in her room. She was asleep on the bed and her face was wet from crying. I realized I was dreaming about her. I realized my plan for the children as well. When the time came I would come to them in their dreams and take them one by one. Since this was my “dream” Khristen wouldn’t wake up. I sat down on the bed next to her and she looked small and broken just lying there. I leaned in and kissed her forehead and she never stirred.
            “You know I love you right?”

           ok here is the last chapter of this story. I actually have a trilogy planned for these two and we will see how that goes. Thanks to all those who reviewed andm have a happy summer. P.S. I do not own Freddy Kruger or any of the Nightmare on Elm Street characters. They belong to Wes Craven.
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