1A/N: Okay folks, this is my first 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' fanfic. I NEED REVIEWS TO LIVE! No flames. I do not own any of the characters. The only one I own is Anamoly, she IS MINE! R&R!

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Prologue

How long had it been? Two years, two days? I wasn't sure anymore. Time in Westin Hills seemed to have passed differently then in the real world. The blinding sun stung my eyes, making them water horribly. I wiped at them with the back of my hand, ignoring the odd looks I was getting from my mother. The last time I had looked at myself in the mirror, I had been a wreck. I cast a glance into the rearview mirror, and found that I was still a wreck.

My light blonde hair was curling uncontrollably around my face and down my back. It was matted together, not having seen a decent brush in what seemed like years. My skin, always pale, looked nearly gray. I had lost weight, the flesh of my face sticking slightly to my cheekbones. My lips were dry and cracked, blood drying like thin rivers in the flesh. Dark bruises surrounded my eyes, turning them into hollow sockets. My eyes themselves were nearly black, flat and glossy like a mirror's surface. I knew my clothes didn't look so well either. Mind you, I hadn't turned into a skeleton, but the clothes hung on me like rags.

I was wearing a pair of jeans that rode dangerously low on my hips. The belt I was wearing did nothing to hold them up. The t-shirt I was wearing hung off my shoulders and hung loose off my body. I was reminded of a paper sack. I was wearing a pair of old tennis shoes. The laces appeared to be filthy, and dirt scuffed the bottoms brown instead of white. The hospital bracelet around my wrist made it itch. The horrible urge to rip it off was there, but I couldn't. Not until I got home.

At the thought, I shuddered, crossing my arms over my chest. Home. It seemed so far away, so much like a distant dream, or better yet, nightmare. I closed my eyes, resting my head against the headrest. 1428 Elm Street, my home. I debated forever on going back, even when Mom offered me the chance to move away to New York. I decided not to. Now, it seemed like a stupid idea. But I couldn't stay away. Something about that damn house made my skin crawl, and kept my heart chained to it. I don't know why, but I had to go back. Maybe it was because I felt obligated. Or maybe it was because He would be there, waiting like always. Yes, I knew he would be waiting for me.

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Freddy Krueger, the Dream Demon, the Master of Nightmares, watched as the blue car pulled into the driveway. He smiled as the young woman-child stepped out, casting a glance around her. Freddy's smile grew as she began to walk towards the house. He ran his clawed hand down the window, emitting a horrible squealing noise. Oh yes, he'd been waiting for her for a LONG time. With a final chuckle, the demon disappeared from view

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