Phoenix: We own nothing except Leah, Drake and Elisa...and all the other stuff that wasn't in the movies.
Skye: And I can't remember if it's meant to be the Summer Holidays or not but let's just say it's not.
Drake grabbed a hold of his sister, checking to make sure she was okay before looking at me.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I said, standing up. My leg hurt a little from the fall but I knew Drake would only fuss if I told him that.
"What did he say to you?" Drake gasped, still trying to regain his breath. "Whatever it was, don't listen to him."
"Humph, I think I should listen to him on this one actually," I said under my breath.
"What?"
"What? Nothing," I said, trying to avoid the question.
"Leah, what did he say to you?" Drake asked, his voice low.
"Nothing! He said nothing!" I yelled, for no apparant reason.
He looked at me sadly. I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to ask questions about my "little fling" with Freddy.
"I don't think you did that thing with Freddy on purpose. I think he talked you into it somehow," Drake said.
"Drake, you fucking asshole!" I couldn't believe that I was a big swear freak, but I was too distracted to notice. "He didn't talk me into anything! He raped me! Pinned me down and fucking raped me!"
I guess it was all the hurt of being raped, my parents dying and Drakes seeming lack of understanding.
Tears in my eyes, rage boiling in my heart, I stormed upstairs and slammed my bedroom door shut, leaving my two friends downstairs in my living room. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt, then sat down on my bed, staring at the blood spots on the sheets.
"Why doesn't he understand?" I screamed.
It wasn't really him, it was me. I wasn't thinking properly and I was blaming everything on everyone. I hadn't even explained to him what had happened.
I heard him thumping up the stairs and I slammed my body against the door just before he did. The impact bruised my arm.
"Leah, let me in," he said gently.
"Will I fuck!"
Please do not blame me for my potty mouth, it was the rage talking.
"Leah, don't swear," Drake said halfheartedly.
"Don't tell me what to do! Now go away!"
"Hypocrite."
I shrieked, wrenching the door open. I flew right into him, attempting to punch him. He let me for a minute then grabbed my wrists, stopping me.
"Leah, you need to calm down. Everything's gonna be fine," he whispered.
"Will it?" it wasn't hope in my voice, but still the burning fire that was anger.
He hugged me.
"Leah, we don't have to talk about what he did to you if you don't want to, but I want to know what he said to you."
"He said nothing. Really," I said, putting my acting skills forward. "And even if he did say something, I didn't hear it."
I knew what question he wanted to ask next. Why was I so defensive? Luckily, he never asked me.
"Drake, he's taken everything from me," I said, my nails digging into his back as I held onto him.
"You still have me, and my sister. And we'll always be here for you until the end," Drake said, nuzzling my hair affectionatly.
New tears filled my eyes. They were of happiness. There was no doubt that my life would only get weirder but I smiled as I realised that, yes, Drake and his sister would always be there for me, no matter what Freddy said or did. But why did he say what he did? Why did he do it? What was he? All the things that were going through my head made no sense, so I attempted to ignore them.
"Leah, remember the drama teacher was talking about that little half-prom thing?"
I nodded.
"Well, it's in three days, on Thursday."
"So I missed school?"
"Don't worry about it, the teachers think you're ill. But yeah, will you go with me?"
I giggled.
"I'd love to."
He helped me to my feet and I didn't fall over.
"And Elisa's going shopping soon, she said, to get a dress. You'll have to go too."
He laughed: shopping with Elisa wasn't exactly the funnest thing in the world.
We wove in and out of crowds, Elisa jabbering away about finding the perfect dress and me nodding and agreeing whenever she stopped to take a breath. I was eating an ice cream under the insistance of the man selling it who had heard about my parents.
Elisa suddenly gasped. I jumped and my head darted around.
"What?"
"I have just seen the perfect dress for me! Come on!"
I sighed, feeling foolish for having thought she had seen Freddy or something. I followed her into a dress shop filled with pink and red. Elisa ended up buying not the red she had seen, but a short, bubblegum pink dress with no straps. She droned on and on about how she would do her hair and eventually I bought a white dress with thin straps that reached just above my knees. It was made of spandex and had a silver ribbon just around the torso.
I had no dreams about Freddy. In fact, I had no dreams at all, which surprised me although I was grateful for it because I was getting more sleep. I attended school and the teachers knew that my parents were dead but they didn't know about Freddy...until English class on Thursday.
I was talking to a girl called Monique when her friend Bella turned to me.
"Hey Leah, is it true that you were having dreams about Freddy and he left a message on your wrist?" she asked loudly.
Everyone was silent and turned to stare at me. I would have been okay with it had she not said it in that horrible, bitchy way as if she was about to go and gossip to someone.
I clenched my fist and quickly adjusted my sweater to make sure the writing was covered.
"So it's true! I heard Elisa and her brother talking about it during lunch!"
I shoved my books into my bag and quickly ran from the classroom.
"Elisa Dephanie, sit down now!" the teahcer yelled.
"No!"
The door opened behind me and Elisa came rushing towards me, closely followed by the teacher.
"Leah, just ignore her, you didn't even tell anyone so she's only trying to find something new to gossip about," Elisa said.
"But I as good as told her when I shifted around like that," I said, feeling bad.
"Thompson, is this all true?"
I turned to the teacher. Mrs. Bankhov was a nice teacher but I didn't want to tell her anything. I didn't want to tell anyone anything.
"Let me see your wrist, Leah."
She held out her hand and I slowly and hesitantly lifted the sleeve of my sweater to reveal the deep red cuts: Freddy's Got You Now.
"When was the last time you dreamed about him, Thompson?" she snapped suddenly.
"A few days ago," I answered.
"And what did he say?"
Wow, she was being snappy.
"He told me to look after myself."
Elisa gasped.
"Don't tell Drake," I said quietly.
The teacher looked at me, confused.
"Look, I don't know what's going on either, but he did some really horrible things and the last time I saw him, he was hurting Elisa and Drake, then that's what he said. He said it was a favour," I said, feeling better now that I had told someone.
The teacher looked at me.
"Maybe you should go home, Thompson."
I shook my head.
"I'll be fine, really."
Not waiting for an answer, I went back into the classroom.
"Okay everyone, you wanna know what the message says?" I pulled my sleeve up again. "Look, right here. 'Freddy's Got You Now' in plain red blood. Are you all happy now?"
I sat down, feeling ready to run a race. People looked at me sympathetically, some muttering things to their friends.
The teacher, looking slightly bemused, went back to the lesson on Shakespeare. I could feel myself drifting as she sat down and told us to copy from the book. I was drifting, the sound of pencil on paper was fading.
Everything was black. Then BOOM. Freddy's face, raising one of his fingers. I jumped back into reality. My chair scraped and a few people, including the teacher glanced at me, making sure that I was still alive. I was breathing heavily but I started writing down the poem anyway.
"Hey, Leah," I turned to look at Monique. "I'm sorry about her. But at least you have one thing to look forwards to. The mini-prom party!"
