A Nightmare on Elm Street Fan fiction
"A Bittersweet Flower"
Written By: Christa Censoplano
Prologue
Where do we start? At the beginning of course, at the very beginning where love, lust and hate are meshed into one. To truly know who Freddy Krueger really is you must know what he was. Yes, he is and was a monster, but believe it or not once upon a time ago someone was touched by him, had feelings for him (not his mom.) Who was this person? And was she sane? Not entirely no, but her history with love was not a pretty one. This was before he lived in the basement of the preschool and was gardener. He lived with him mother, and lived right next door to this poor girl, her name was Lily.
Chapter 1
It's a cool summer night with the stars in the sky, and inside a particular house parents are watching TV in their bed and a girl in her late teens is taking a shower with music turned up way too loud. Unbeknownst to them someone is trying to get into the house, and does through the front door, which results in a huge slamming noise, but is muffled by the noise.
She turns off the shower and wipes herself clean with her purple towel and wraps it around her tiny body. She turns off the music and opens the door and she immediately felt that something was wrong. Silence, then she saw the blood on the floor and on the walls. She followed the blood trail all the way downstairs, and found her parents lying dead near the door, but that wasn't the reason why she froze in her tracts. The reason was a man with a glove with razor blades on the edge of its fingers and a red and dark green burnt sweater and a brown fedora covering his face, standing over her parents like a hunter just finished eating his prey, but she knew who he was, she didn't even have to think once to know who he was.
He smiled as he turned to look at her.
"Hey baby, what took you so long?"
She panicked and tried to run to the door but he was faster, and slammed the door in her face.
"What's the rush?" He laughed as she pushed past him and ran downstairs to the basement and instead of taking the steps she jumped over them and slipped on the hard cold tile floor. As she flew over the steps she heard cracks all over her body, afraid to get up she crawls, just crawls in no particular direction, she just wants to get away, but she saw his shoes, then his slacks, she knew who it was yet again, but that part of her just wanted to deny it.
Then he grabbed her throat with his gloveless hand, she finally saw his burnt face, which now had a smile on it.
"Why are running away from me, something wrong?" Her feet no longer touching solid ground she was fighting to breathe.
"You're not real, you're just a memory." She starts to shake.
"Is that what you think of me?"
"If you want to kill meā¦just do it." Just as soon as he grabbed her throat he let her go, but not softly.
"Now why would I do that to my Lilith flower?" Even though he called her by her pet name that only he knew she still wasn't convinced that this just wasn't her subconscious playing tricks on her again.
"You're just my mind playing tricks on me again." She barked out in extreme pain.
"Oh, I'm real." He said, smiling over her, he could have killed her so many times.
"Then prove it!"
He smiled and flexed his hands like a blade and grabbed her by her tiny head and whispered in her ear as she heard a single razor blade slip across her inner thigh and felt blood drip down, as she woke up with a start she turned on a light in her room and grabbed a handheld mirror and she found a message on her left inner thigh it said Lilith in cursive and a lily flower in her blood, she smiled and went back to bed, because she has the gift of night seizures and they allow her to dream less than most people, because she has something called eighteen q minus, that means that part of her chromosome is missing, and that affects everything including the mind.
And she never did dream again that night.
