I'd had those nightmares since I was two.
I would try to stay up as late as possible just to avoid them.
"MOMMY NO MAKE RAY-RAY SLEEP!" I'd plead.
Mom had grown exasperated after a few nights of me sleeping with her and Dad.
She then resorted to slipping sleeping pills in my juice box.
The nightmares were always the same.
I was in a dark tunnel insesantly calling out for someone, anyone who would listen.
He was always there, never far from me.
Sometimes he would grab my hand and pull me through the darkness into a boileroom.
Once we were there, his touch was less conforting and more invading.
Nothing about me was personal anymore...My person wasn't personal...I scared me endlessly.
He antagonized me in my sleep and in my waking concious.
His voice plauging me everywhere I would turn...
I'd always wake up screaming, My mother telling me it was only a dream.
Now, fifteen years after the fact, the man of my dreams was back to haunt me...In broad day light.
I felt his grip on my elbows.
"Ravana, do you know who I am? Do you remember?" His voice is calm, his eyes blazing.
I all came back to me.
"Freddy Krueger?" I felt ill.
Suddenly, the wall behind me came crashing down.
Freddy turned to the wall.
"Com'on, Jason you can squish his head...Right?"
I can only think one thing without comprehending Val's words.
The ribbon doesn't matter now either.
One thing bothers me...
"JASON'S REAL?!"