I can never write these types of stories. They always come out OOC, so bear with me. I own nothing except Kathleen. Now you know why I don't usually keep these stories up. On a cold December morning, Freddy Krueger dragged himself to work. He wasn't tired, he wasn't upset, but his two daughters clung to his legs with all their might. He smiled and looked down at them. Both had his bright blue eyes, Kathleen had his brown hair, while Kathryn had her mothers blonde hair. They both looked up at him and whined, "Daddy do you have to go to work?" "Yes I do, I'm sorry girls." He smiled at them. Kathryn looked sad, but Kathleen looked determined, "Daddy, why can't you skip work?" She asked one of her eyebrows raised. "I just can't sweetie." He frowned. "Girls leave your father alone." His wife said walking up to them. Kathryn behaved and let go of their fathers leg, but Kathleen stayed. "Kathy." He said raising an eyebrow. She remained unmoving, unblinking, this was her thinking face. "Kathy, I know what you're thinking, and no, you can't come to work with me." Kath frowned and blinked, giving him the puppy dog face, "Please." She clung to his legs, her nails digging through his slacks and piercing his skin. "I'm sorry sweetie, maybe so other time." He smiled sadly at her. Kathy opened her eyes. Year later, and that morning was burned into her memory, her last morning with her father. Before being shipped away to this place. This asylum. This hell hole. Her cage, her sanctuary, her own mind was caged in, people trying to tell her that her father was guilty, she knew he wasn't, she played their little game. But not today, she had been perfecting this since her darling sister visited her. Kathryn, miss goody, goody, she allowed her memories of their father to be changed, to allow them to change her from being a Krueger. Her knife slid perfectly into her shorts. She grinned when someone came and unlocked her cell. Yes she was one of those who had "Special treatment" No jacket, but pills, her type had to take pills. She never took them. The young man who was escorting her led her away from others, a girl talking to a plant, a boy mumbling on the stairs. She saw the entry way a sigh said, "The most comfortable place for you." 'Bull shit.'
He opened the door.
"Ah Kathy welcome." She cringed.
"Don't call me that." She hiss coldly. Only her father could call her Kathy.
"But Kathy we're all friends here." A women sat at the desk.
Kathy looked around the room, 'friends?' she thought. The room was dark and menacing looking like what you'd see in a gangster movie.
"If we're are friends you'd except that my father wasn't guilty, and you wouldn't have me locked away from the world like a monster." She sat down at the seat across from the women whose name was Shari, and placed her feet on her desk.
"Feet down please."
Kathy grinned and kept her feet in place.
Shari laid a finger on her foot.
"Feet down." She said slow and cold.
"So much for we're all friends." Kathy said in a mocking happy voice.
"Kathy, we're here to discuss arrangements for you when you leave next week."
This surprised her, "I'm leaving?"
"Yes, slowly we'll take you off your medicine and next week we shall release you. Now you have the choice of staying," Kathy slumped in the chair "moving in with your sister," she growled "or." at that single word she perked up, "You can move in with your fathers brother."
'Uncle Henry!'
"We would prefer if you lived with your sister, but we can understand if you want to stay here." She said.
"I think I'll live with my uncle."
This took Shari by shock, "Um we were hoping you'd live with your sister, she wrote here saying how much she misses you."
"You were giving me choices, I gave you my answer. Besides Uncle Henry lives down the street from sister dearest." She said venom dripping from her words.
"Right so you'll stay with your sister, and visit your uncle." Papers zoomed by.
Kathy clenched her dark brown hair in her hands and bent over.
They were choosing her path, her future. All she saw was red, Things were thrown around the room.
As she continued to let the dark arts, she had been training in, continue its wreckage she, without warning, pinned Shari to her, now broken in in half, desk and drew her knife out from her shorts.
She saw Shari press a button and two men came in and try to drag her away, but she managed to slit Shari's throat, she laughed when Shari tried to stop the blood from coming out.
Another man came up from behind and gave her a shot.
Kathy woke up in a straight jacket. Stuck in a cushioned room, she immediately saw her sister, and her aunt. Now she was one of the people who was beyond crazy.
They were yelling at the guards, doing their jobs.
Katherine looked on the verge of tears. Her aunt wasn't making it any better. Katherine pointed at her and her aunt pressed her hands to the glass door.
Carefully and on wobbly legs Kathy managed to get up and walk over. She pressed her forehead to the glass and looked up at her aunt sadly.
Her aunt yelled at the guards, she managed to red her lips "Let my baby go now or I'll-" The rest she couldn't understand.
A man appeared with keys. And tried to calm her aunt down. No use.
Her aunt whipped her phone, and dialed a number, most likely the police. But the man with the keys shook his head no and singled out a key.
Her door opened with a whoosh, and her sister, wrapped her in a hug and cried.
Kathy remained unmoving as the men guarding her unlocked her jacket, and let her walk out. Her whole body was numb as she walked out the doors that kept her a prisoner for so long. She rubbed her wrist as she sat in the back seat of her aunts car.
The world she had been hidden from zoomed by, she felt sick, sick and tired.
Kathy let her self fall asleep.