Chapter 1

From the moment I saw him there was a part of me that wanted to know more. I had always been a very curious person even though I was very aware of the phrase "curiosity killed the cat". He could have easily killed me, but instead, a long scar from the middle of the top of my eyebrow to the middle of my cheek that I had gotten when I was a young girl. You see, I was always small for my age, soft spoken and never had the courage to speak up for myself so when the kids in the neighborhood started to pick on me I knew that that was the beginning to something that was never going to end no matter how hard I tried I knew that I would never fit in, I was just too different and to make matters worse the street that I grew up on and still live on today made life much harder. Whenever people mentioned its name a look of both horror and disgust appears on their face and the same question is always asked "why do you live there?" And no matter how many times they've asked my answer has always been the same "because it's where I grew up". I've never told anyone the real reason why I never left, if I did they would just think that I'm an even bigger freak and probably even kill me. I never knew the meaning of what true love was until I saw him, spoke to him, felt his presence, and knew what was truly behind his evil cover. I had never known what love was until I met the love of my life Freddy, and no not Fred Finklehorn. Freddy Krueger, my prince in red and green stripes and this is our story.

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