Author's Note:Yay, three people like my fic (dances). Anyways, I got a note from someone saying that I should put in little hints or something about Krueger hurting the other kids, so when he came after them, it'd make sense. The title mainly explains it...Nancy's Nightmare. I wanted to do things differently, or there really wouldn't be a point to doing my own re-write. Not saying that he didn't do anything to the other kids, but I haven't explained that, yet. However, as far as the rape is concerned, Nancy was his favorite, so it seems only necessary that she would be the one that he'd torture, the most. Anyways, sorry for my ranting, but I felt I needed to explain myself, just in case.
1995-1997
It's easy making a child forget...even a clever child such as Nancy.
Right after Krueger's death, her nightmare's seemed to subside, but she still wasn't her old self. She wanted to live in the shadows, refusing to go back to school, refusing to eat, and, especially, refusing to look at herself in the mirror, fearing what she already knew that she looked like
Damaged...broken...ruined!
Her scars cleared, but were still very noticeable, especially the ones on her face. She insisted on staying in her room, never wanting to come out of it. That's when her child-like drawings became darker...much darker. Bloody claw marks hovering over a ruined little girl named Nancy.
Gwen couldn't take it, any longer. She'd all but forced Don to move back in, for the time being, to see if that would help, but it hadn't. The only thing that they could do now was to turn back the clock, somehow "trick" her into thinking she was younger than she was and that, more-over, she'd never been raped.
So everyday, Don would sit with her in a rocking chair, rocking her to sleep. He made up a story that the rape hadn't happened to her, but to an older sister, who was also named Nancy. Only the other Nancy had died. Gwen would stand outside the door, listening in, as Don would tell their daughter this. And as Don looked down into his daughter's fearful and tortured eyes, he knew she wanted to believe him, but couldn't...yet...it would just take time, so he allowed himself to be as patient as he possibly could.
They even had a grave dug with Nancy's name on it, to make her think and know that she had had an older sister who'd died. Everyone thought they were wrong in doing this, but the Holbrook's knew they weren't. Nancy could kill herself with the memory of what happened, that day, and they weren't going to let her. They'd do anything to keep her alive, including making her forget it, at all costs.
Nancy developed horrible headaches from the trauma. Daily, they began to give her tranquilizers, telling her it was aspirin. They didn't know how well it would help until one day after they gave her the pill, she'd woken up only an hour later. "Is it time for my lessons, yet?" she asked her mother, who'd quit her job to stay with her and had begun to home-school her.
Gwen had been dumfounded, at first...after all, though they changed all the time on the clocks, it was seven o'clock, and she couldn't believe that Nancy wasn't remembering...but then saw her opening to help her daughter. "Of course, of course it is, sleepyhead. I thought you were going to sleep all day."
Over time, the ritual's intensified. They wouldn't tell Nancy when her birthday was, for fear of traumatizing her, more. However, with the tranquilizers, they'd begun to make her believe that after only a week had past, to her, it was months. Since she slept so often, time seemed to move by more quickly for her.
Then, one day, in the rocking chair, Nancy said something that surprised even her father. "Did the other Nancy look just like me, dad?"
Don thought he'd cry right then and there, but he told himself not to get his hopes up, just yet. "Of course, she did. Exactly."
Her fingers twirled around a button on his shirt. "So that man in the building just killed her, but nobody else?"
"No...nobody else." Donald thought he would choke on his own words, but he forced down the lump that threatened to surface. "Just the First Nancy."
"Is that...is that why I don't look normal?" Nancy asked, her eyes wide in fear. Don forced everything aside at that moment as he took her in his arms, hugging her.
"Of course not, sweetie. You never knew the bad man. You had an accident when you were two. A dog brutalized you...he left you scarred." Don hadn't known how easy it was to lie to her until he'd done it, but he was glad that he had.
Nancy thought for a moment, and Don thought he'd faint with the stress of waiting while she took it all in. Finally, she nodded. "I know, daddy. I just wanted to make sure."
He smiled at that, hugging her more fiercely than ever before.
Twenty-four months was all it took to make Nancy forget. As clever a child she was, a part of her wanted to forget, so in the end it hadn't been too hard. After all, they were just doing what was best for her...right?
Twenty-four months was all it took to make Nancy think that she'd had an older sister. That the First Nancy had been the one at the preschool that day. The First Nancy had been the one who'd been raped and brutalized and that the now Nancy had only been bitten by a dog when she was still too young to remember it.
In twenty-four months after everything had gone wrong, things were finally starting to get back to semi-normal. They now celebrated her birthday's, again, and since time had moved so swiftly for Nancy, she knew she was seven. That day in the basement at the preschool was now a distant memory for her parents, and Nancy had no knowledge of it, at all, now. Only that it wasn't her in the basement, but her sister, who'd died that day.
In twenty-four months Nancy's Nightmare slowly ebbed away, and her new life was just beginning.
Yeah, this seems weird and very unlikely, but the idea came to me from the book My Sweet Audrina. Hope everyone liked it, and let me know what you think ;)
~*Missy*~
