I'm sitting here,
With my purse strewn on the floor
Mingled with my thoughts.
The normal scene, I know.
Waiting for your big strong man, Daphne?
Waiting for him to come save you?
Will he come?
A shriek from the corridor,
The name I know so well,
I treasure as though it were mine…
That was Velms… What's happened?
And I'm struggling in desperation,
The rope falls,
My body twists and I'm out.
Run to him, Daphne.
Is he hurt? Captured?
I grit my teeth as I keep going.
Velma points, I see a red blur.
A bleeding arm, closed eyes- where's the blue of them?
Big strong man, downed.
On the floor, helpless child again.
And you the leader for a while…
My scream, I throw myself to him,
Try to open his eyes with my fingers.
Ignore the blood on his face.
Freddy… Freddy…
This isn't happening. It can't be.
I hear Shaggy's voice, Scooby's yelp,
Both flavoured with bitter shock.
Velma kneels, a bandage in hand,
Coats his forearm in white, soon stained with red.
My heart thumps so hard stars erupt.
This isn't real. It's a nightmare, Daph.
But you can't wake up yet.
Velms looks, pity in her eyes.
I don't want her brown eyes. I want his blue.
Why did I never tell him?
The big strong guy, love of your life, Daphne.
I hold him harder than ever before,
Cradle his head in my hands,
Beg him to wake, beg to see the blue.
Is he gone?
Then as I plead,
His eyes flicker. Sliver of blue appears.
I'm in heaven, pure and tinged with blue.
There, he's back. The guy you dream of.
He returns, Daphne.
Do you want to tell him something?
I bend my head close to his,
His eyes meet mine, shining.
I whisper to him.
"I love you. Stay with me. I love you."
Strong man's strength wanes, Daphne.
At lease you're safe now.
He knows.
And the pungent wail of a siren,
But his eyes feast on mine,
Not to be ripped away.
Strangers appear,
Wrapping more white, coating his red.
Is he safe? Or is he dead?
And then, as they lift him,
oh so slow, oh so gentle,
His hand and mine link.
He lives.
At ease, girl.
And I follow him,
And Velma's eyes can tell,
They shine like dark stars.
Shaggy and Scooby know now.
I don't care if the world knows.
I want it to know.
As his eyes bond with mine,
I lose all dignity.
Sobbing, I gasp for him to stay.
But nature has her will.
And he is torn from me.
Torn like a fragile leaf in a child's game.
Please, anyone, everyone!
Save him, I need him, please…
But no-one hears.
My screams pierce nothing.
I awake, wrapped in a blanket,
And he's there- but how?
"Daph, are you OK?
You were screaming; you woke us up.
What happened?"
How can I tell him?
Instead I throw myself into his arms,
Tears still falling,
And although I feel his confusion
He hugs me back.
"Daph- calm down!
It was just a dream, right?"
No.
It was an omen.
Of what would happen.
Tell him, then.
Tell him what you told him before.
"Freddy- I love you-"
His face is startled-
But he holds me so close,
Closer than he's ever done.
I cry still, but he's there,
No red, no, it was blood-
Happiness.
You told him.
Provoked by a dream,
True feelings flow.
And you've never been happier!
Why did it take this long?
I crush it as he holds me,
Wrapping it in hate,
The voice that possessed me.
It snarls, turns tail and runs.
So Freddy holds me now, not the girl who hid.
The girl I quashed.
I wonder if he's the same?