"Oh, my god!" the girl whispered, trying to keep her excitement under control, "It's really you!"
Of course Freddie was completely taken aback by her reaction. "You know me?" he asked.
The girl smiled, "Ever since I saw those movies last year, I've been a big fan. I actually made my parents move here just so I could feel like I was in the movie. I didn't think you were actually real though."
"Of course I'm fucking real! If I wasn't real then how could I be standing here talking to you right now? Huh?" Freddie lost control of his anger, and upon realizing it, started to cry. He backed away from the girl and sat leaned against the brick wall of a nearby building. He wasn't used to being nice after what had happened all those years ago. Freddie picked the bag up off the ground and put it over his head again. The sobs got quitter, but only because they were being muffled by the paper bag. Any observant person could see that he was hurting.
The girl instantly felt bad for provoking this. She slowly walked over to Freddie and sat down beside him. "Don't cry, I didn't mean to offend you." She really felt bad even though this man was a killer and she knew he couldn't be seen like this. She scooted closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. "Shhhhh. It's going to be okay," She whispered as she rubbed his other shoulder, trying to calm his tears, "Just tell me where you came from. I'm going to walk you home."
Freddie hadn't felt so good in a long time. He took a deep breath and tried to stop crying. He took the paper bag off slowly and closed his eyes. The girl had somehow made him feel like he belonged, and he felt bad for being such a little bitch to her. Sadly, he was at a loss for words and was too stressed to say anything. Instead, he just stood up, took her hand, and started to walk home.
The door to Freddie's apartment creaked open and he stepped inside, but the girl's hand released from his, and she just stood outside his door. "Do you want me to come in?" She innocently asked. Freddie could only nod in approval.
Freddie slumped down on his favorite couch and motioned for the girl to sit beside him. "I guess I should thank you for.. all that.. stuff.." he tried to make light of the situation, "But I don't even know your name."
The girl sat beside him and put her arm around his shoulder, "I'm Nica, and if you ever need help again, call me." She scribbled a phone number down on a piece of newspaper sitting near the couch on Freddie's coffee table. She patted his back and then started to get up and leave.
"Please don't go," Freddie said. He was so desperate for attention and so lonely and the fact that he might have made a new lifelong friend seemed like his only hope. "I'm sorry, I just.."
Nica sat down next to him again and put her arm back around his shoulder, "what's bothering you Freddie?"
"I don't want to admit to being a victim here. I've been having these dreams lately and I don't know where they came from, or what they mean. And they make me feel… weird. Like I have feelings for this guy, but I know I'm not gay, and I don't even recognize this man." Freddie felt like now this Nica girl knew all his deepest secrets, and it felt wrong telling her all this because after all, they had just met, but in a way, he felt strangely comforted by her. This girl was young, but Freddie felt like she knew a lot, and even more so, could help him.
Nica laid her head on his shoulder once again. It was a comforting gesture she used to make him feel safe and un-threatened. "Tell me all you know about him."
Freddie liked this girl. Not in a sexual way, but as a friend. She just had this aura about her that was pleasant to be around. Even more so, she accepted him for who he was, and no one had before. "Well I know his name is Jason-"
"Does he wear a hockey mask?" Nica cut in.
"What!" Freddie was shocked.
"I said, does he wear a hockey mask?" Nica repeated. Freddie gave her a look that only screamed "yes."
The girl's face changed from affectionate, to absolute horror, "Oh my god," she exclaimed.
