((Okay so like I know that I haven't really been posting a lot of my stories, but I am in the process of moving (again) because my dad left (again) and we can't afford the bills here so I am ultimately moving. It is okay though. But another reason why I haven't been posting in a while is because I am still waiting to either A) get a Flash drive so that I can put the files onto it and post it with a computer with internet or B) get internet on my computer. Well anyways here it goes! Chapter Three! This, like Love and Depression, and the Cloverfield Diaries, is in need of special warnings: Self Multination, gruesome death.))
Chapter Three: Suicidal Tendencies
As Chad Danworth tossed in his bed he was having a terrible nightmare. He was being chased in a boiler room by a burned man with knives for hands.
"Come here Chad, I want to play ball." The man said as he threw a flaming basket ball towards Chad's head almost hitting him dead on.
"Leave me alone! Please god damn it!" Chad screamed at him.
As Freddie started to reach towards him Chad started to hear a voice calling to him.
"Chad, Chad man, wake up. Wake up Chad!" a voice called to him through the distance As Freddie started to tear at Chad's clothes.
"Chad! Wake the fuck up!" The voice yelled getting clearer.
As Chad Woke with a violent start Freddie screamed angrily.
"He was supposed to be mine you fucking bastards!" The man screamed.
"Chad, what the hell? We promised not to fall asleep. We don't want anyone to end up like Sharpay did." Troy told the young boy as he went through Troy's closet to find new clothes because of his getting torn by Freddie.
"Troy, bro, I am sorry. I was just exhausted. I mean we have had to actually take turns sleeping and when we are at school it is like extremely difficult. I mean fuck even Taylor has had a couple of close calls. At least we now know who all is in trouble. You, me, Taylor and Ryan. And Sharpay would be as well, if she hadn't already been murdered by that fucking physco. I mean it Troy. Hey man, I- I gotta go. I have to get out of here for a while." The boy told Troy as Ryan walked into his boyfriend's room.
"Hey Chad, where are you going?" He asked as the dark haired boy swept past him in a rush.
"Baby, where is Chad going?" A sleep deprived Ryan asked his boyfriend.
"He said that he had to get out of here for a while. All this strain with Freddie has really been a wreck on him. I mean it has been a week since Sharpay died and Taylor had been attacked three times now. It is really becoming too much on him." Troy told him.
"Oh, well I am extremely tired baby, I wanted to know if I could crash here for a little bit. I mean that way if anything happens you can wake me up. Do what ever it takes to wake me up though. If I start to act differently when I am sleeping I mean it wake me up. I love you Troy." The blonde told him.
"Okay, I will I love you too Ryan. Good night baby." Troy told his boyfriend who was fading fast.
"Good night Troy."
As Ryan fell asleep on beside Troy on his bed, Chad Danworth was slowly starting to fall asleep in his own bed.
As Chad dreamed he was brought back to the boiler room. As the boy ran for his life he started to feel like something wasn't quite right.
"Hello, Chad. I missed you." Sharpay's voice called out from behind him.
"Oh my god! Sharpay!" He yelled as he turned around, finding himself in the East High theater. "I thought you were dead!"
"Why I am Chad. And you helped with my murder." The girl said viciously.
"What do you mean? I had no part in your murder." He said confused to the girl.
"Why Chad, sweetheart, don't you remember? You breaking up with me led to my depression, it led to me being back on the booze, which no one knew about. It led me back to cutting, which is why I got sent to that god damn intuition! It was you who led Freddie to kill me. It was who led to my fucking death!" She screamed at him pushing his buttons.
"Sharpay, you are right, it was me who led you to your depression, but it wasn't me who decided to pick up the razor blade and cut you. It wasn't me who dumped the bottle of whisky down your throat. And I didn't even know who Freddie was until after your death!" Chad screamed back at her, trying to resist her wicked tone.
"Yes it was Chad, and by the way, Freddie wanted me to give you a message. He wanted me to tell you why you are on his list. It was because of your father and his father! You great grandfather helped murder Freddie! And then as Freddie's revenge for your grandfather he killed Stuart, your father! The only problem was that dear old Freddie didn't know that the bastard knocked up a bitch before he murdered him! He didn't know until after he killed me that him and Raymond had kids! That's right your precious ex is on Freddie's list as well. You, Taylor, Ryan and Troy are all on his list. And do you want to know why? Because they are the final Elm Street kids. That is unless Taylor is pregnant with your child." She ranted at him, while telling him things that he already knew.
"Sharpay I swear I had nothing to do with your fucking death! And what do you mean the "Elm street kids"?" He asked her.
"Well why don't you just go and ask my Mommy Dearest. The skank who started all of this shit. She it also part of the reason I am dead. But not because of her causing me to become depressed but for her father killing the man who fucking killed me!" She screamed as Chad started to wake up from his sleep.
As he fumbled around for his phone across town Troy was trying to wake Ryan up from his peaceful slumber.
"Ryan, baby, wake up." He said as he slightly nudged his boyfriend.
"Whaa? I don't want any cookies mommy. I'm full of pie." Ryan said a little out of it waking up from his slumber.
As Troy laughed to himself his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" He asked when he answered it.
"Troy, I just had the weirdest fucking dream ever." Chad's voice told him on the line.
"What was it about?" Troy asked his troubled friend.
"Sharpay, she came to me and was blaming for all of the shit. I feel horrible. I caused her to die. If I didn't break up with her she wouldn't have died. It's my entire fault." The boy said sadly.
"Chad, it wasn't your fault all you did was what you thought was right. It wasn't you who made her depressed and started to cut her again. Don't worry about it." Troy told his friend trying to cheer him up.
"But Troy, It's my entire fault, the whole damn thing. I could have made it where it wouldn't have even happen. I could have changed everything. If I didn't cause Sharpay's depression, she wouldn't have done the things she did. She wouldn't have been sent away. She wouldn't have been murdered. Man it's my entire fucking fault." The boy said as Troy heard a bottle being poured into a glass.
"Chad, what are you drinking?" Troy asked his friend worried.
"I don't really know. I got it out of the liqueur cabinet. I am currently downstairs."
"Chad, how many glasses have you already have?" He asked.
"I don't really know man, but everything is starting to get fuzzy. I just want to forget what-"Chad started to say as Troy heard glass shattering and a dull thud and then the busy tone.
"Chad! Chad! Man, are you here? Hello, Chad!" Troy shouted into the phone before finally hanging up.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Ryan asked as he sat listening to his boyfriend slam his cell phone shut.
"Chad, was attacked… by Freddy. And now he or at least was drinking. I do not know what happened. We need to get there and fast." The young boy said urgently.
As the two rushed over to Chad's house in Troy's truck, Troy started to notice that they kept passing the same little girls playing Jump rope.
When they finally arrived Ryan and Troy both caught a bit of a song the girls next door were singing while playing jump rope.
One, two Freddie's coming for you
Three, four you better lock your door
Five, six grab your crucifix
Seven, eight better stay up late
Nine, ten never sleep again.
As they got to the door the girls started the poem over again.
"Chad, Open the door. Come on man Open the god damn door!" Troy shouted as he banged on the door.
"Oh shit, baby, come here and look." Ryan told him as he continued banging on the door.
As Troy walked over to the living room window his stomach just kept feeling like it was due to fall out of his butt at any moment.
When Troy got to the window he noticed that there was writing sprawled on the wall behind Chad as he got up with a butchers knife in his hand.
"It's my entire fault, it's my entire fault." They heard their friend keep on repeating over and over again.
"Chad no its not! Snap out of it!" Troy tried to yell through the window.
As Chad paced the room he kept cutting his left wrist in different directions.
"It is your entire fault, Chad. Don't listen to them." They heard come from inside the house as Chad sliced his arm and wrist again.
"Chad no it isn't! It isn't your fault!" Ryan and Troy both screamed as Chad paced around the room close to them.
"Yes it is fucking his fault! It is his fucking fault that your skank of a sister was killed!" Chad said as he passed the window slowly coming to a stop in front of it.
"No it wasn't. It wasn't your fault Chad." Ryan told him crying.
"Yes it was!" Chad screamed as he suddenly jerked his head to look at the two boys through the window. But it wasn't Chad who was looking at them.
It was a mix between Chad and Freddy. As the two boys watched in horror at the sight Freddy slashed Chad's arm again, and again with more and more pressure as each cut got deeper and deeper. The blood slinging off the blade and onto the window. After about three more minutes of slicing the skin, now looking like raw meat, Chad's body fell to the ground.
((Okay well it was a little bit until the death and I hope that I wrote down the transformation of Freddy and Chad as I pictured it in my head. Now then I hope you like the new chapters that I have posted!))
