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Chapter 7 - "Comfortably Numb"
As I lay on my bed, drifting off to sleep, another song on the radio started up with calm, soothing piano notes that helped ease my transition into the unconscious.
"One of these days the sky is gonna' break
And everything will escape, and I'll know
One of these days the mountains are gonna' fall into the sea
And they'll know
That you and I were made for this
I was made to taste your kiss
We were made to never fall away, ohh
Never fall away-" The music grew more intense as the beat of drums joined the piano. Suddenly I was standing atop the hill overlooking the old factory district and the song slowed up again.
"-One of these days letters are gonna' fall from the sky
Telling us all to go free
But until that day I'll find a way to let everybody know
'Cause you're coming back
Mmm, you're coming back for me
'Cause even though you left me here
I have nothing left to fear
These are only walls that hold me here
Hold me here, ohh-" Drums, guitar and piano all jammed away as the memory of collapsing to my knees on top of the hill hit me hard, as well as an overpowering wave of such strong, devastating emotions. There was a piano solo as images of watching the factory ablaze in the distance flashed across my mind's eye.
"-One day soon
I'll hold you like the sun
Holds the moon
And we will hear those planes overhead
And we won't have to be
Mmm, oh, we won't have to be scared, ohh
We won't have to be, yeah, yeah, ohh
We won't have to be scared
You're coming back for me
You're coming back for me
You're coming back for me." The piano was the only instrument playing as the song came to an end, and the hazy images faded away like dissipating smoke. I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder causing me to flinch. I quickly looked up and saw that it was Freddy.
My heart spluttered in my chest as I slowly stood up. He wasn't the tallest man, perhaps only 5'6" or 5'7", but he still managed to exude a sort of direct intimidation without even having to utter a single word. And because I was short, only 5'2", he was taller than I was, adding to the intimidation factor.
"It's time you know the truth," Freddy said in his rough voice. "As a safety precaution, your mind has blocked a lot of your memories because of how destructive they were, but they can't remain 'forgotten' forever," he said with a small smirk. "The moment you first met those three losers on the street a few days ago, you felt something stir deep down inside of you, didn't you?"
I swallowed hard and nodded silently; it was true. I did feel an odd sense of Deja Vu when I had first laid eyes on those bullies... "That's because you already know them. They sat there and watched when your brother used to beat on you as a little girl. Some of them even joined in on terrorizing you. Do you remember?" Freddy growled, sounding agitated.
As he spoke, flashes of images attached to traumatizing emotions flitted through my mind's eye like static; the same memory of being held underwater, being drown while they all laughed like it was some kind of joke. Memories of being forced to walk so far that my legs threatened to give out on me and all I wanted was to go home, but all I ever received in return was a smack to the face and threats. Threats that started with simple things like destroying stuff I liked, until it escalated from torture threats to even death threats if I didn't do exactly what I was told.
I felt a sharp pain in both my knees and heard someone sobbing which brought me back to my senses. I opened my eyes and realized that I was the one sobbing, on my knees in a dark, dark room with hardly any light to see by. It instantly triggered another flashback of being led by them through a dark cave and pushed into a pit where I was abandoned to die.
"But you didn't die," Freddy interjected, startling me greatly. A candle suddenly lit from the depths of the darkness, allowing me to see that we were in a small square room with grey walls and an old bed in the corner. "Because I saved you," he said in a gravely voice as he closed the gap between us causing my pulse to race, and the faint memory of him finding me in that cave to flit through my brain.
"Why?" I asked in a small voice as I stared into his cold, calculating eyes.
"You still don't remember everything," Freddy growled. "You don't remember how your mother let your brother and his friends get away with hurting you. How I was the one who had to keep an eye on you, had to train you in order to withstand their tortures when I couldn't always be there."
I blinked in surprise and the more I thought about it, the more familiar it became, and the more sense it made to me. "What... what do you mean train me?" I asked timidly. A twisted grin spread across Freddy's face.
"I could show you if you'd like," he crooned as he clicked his blades together, his voice still rough and harsh. I shied away.
"N-no, that's okay. Maybe another night..." I mumbled and Freddy smirked.
"You're not afraid are you?" he asked, almost sounding gleeful.
"No," I replied a little too quickly.
"Of course you aren't. You're my little Alexis," he said as he leaned in towards my face. "You'll always be my little Alexis," he said in a dangerously low voice that sent chills up and down my spine. "But as for your mother and brother... they needed to go. Think of it as doing the world a favor. A favor in which I plan to do the same with the other three as soon as my strength returns to me."
"What do you mean?" I asked, unable to help myself.
"Well," Freddy began coyly. "Your return to Springwood has paid off greatly for me. You seem to make me stronger," he explained.
"How?" I asked.
"Does it matter?" he said. "All that matters is soon I will be strong enough to kill again."
My heart palpitated and I almost choked on my own saliva. "So you are a killer..." I breathed.
"Come now, don't look so surprised, Alexis. It's not like you didn't already know that deep down," Freddy replied with a twisted grin. "And deep down, you know you like it."
I wanted to shake my head and protest, but he was right; deep down, a small part of me felt a sort of sick satisfaction at knowing he was a murderer. A murderer that could take care of anyone who got in his way... And he could protect me from Royce, Larry and Indian... I bit my lower lip. "I don't know what to say..." I mumbled.
"All you have to say is four letters... Kill, and I will be there to take the pathetic fucker's soul to hell the moment they're asleep," Freddy said with a gleam in his eye. I couldn't refrain from grinning a little.
"So you- you kill people in their sleep?" I asked, even though by this point it should've been quite obvious.
"Mm-hmm," he replied in his guttural voice. "And soon this town will be painted with blood and the streets will run red," he said with an evil cackle that made goosebumps form on the surface of my skin.
DAY 6 - Dec. 4th
When I awoke the next day, I couldn't get my mind off what Freddy had told me about my past... The flashbacks I had experienced last night felt more pronounced now that they had seemed to have enough time while I slept to settle into the recesses of my memories. Though I was still left feeling rather confused on how I felt about it all... But there was one thing that crept to the surface of all the haze; revenge. I had a chance for pay back upon the three fuckers once and for all, and I'd be damned if I was about to let that opportunity slip through my fingers.
I climbed out of bed, took a shower, got dressed for the day, and headed downstairs to have some coffee and brunch. I ended up making myself a fried egg sandwich and sat down at the kitchen table to eat it. Today was thursday, so my father was at work and wasn't due home for almost another six hours. After I finished eating, I decided to keep myself busy by doing the chores; washing dishes, wiping down the kitchen counters and table, sweeping the floor, vacuuming the carpet, wiping off the TV screen in the living room, etc.
Knock, knock, knock. I was completely carried away in cleaning, when I suddenly heard a knock at the front door. "Must be Rachel," I mumbled to myself as I went to open the door, however, I was surprised when it wasn't Rachel at all.
It was a girl I had never seen before. I blinked as her eyes lit up and she smiled ever so slightly. "Uh... can I help you?" I asked with furrowed brows. I automatically assumed she must've had the wrong address... but I didn't understand why she would be smiling if that were the case?
I hoped she wasn't some crazy chick that had just escaped from the mental hospital in the town over or something psychotic like that, but before I could even really process my thoughts, I was startled by her abruptly bursting into laughter. I stared at her and thought maybe she had escaped from the mental institution in the town over... I forced a nervous smile.
"What's the matter? You don't remember me?" she asked, looking amused. I blinked and gazed at her a little closer. Was I supposed to remember her..? She was taller and bigger than I was, and had long brunette hair. She also had amazingly striking eyes and her smile was the kind that made you want to smile, too, even if you hadn't been in a good mood before hand. But as much as I tried, I just didn't recognize her... although I couldn't deny the uncanny sensation of familiarity that I felt when I looked into her eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I don't remember you..." I replied with a nervous chuckle.
"Really? Seriously?" she said, her smile fading, but her eyes remaining lit up.
I shook my head. "No. I really am sorry, but I just don't recognize you..." I replied.
"Sweet Ra, what happened to you?" she asked, and I just stared at her unsure of what to say to that. "Are you going to let me in yet?" she asked.
"Uh..." I stammered, wondering if I should let her in the house or not...
"Ugh, come on, Alexis. I don't have all day. Just because you don't remember me doesn't mean that I don't remember you," she said, sounding impatient and anxious at the same time. I don't know why, but I took a step back and decided to let her in. After the crazy shit that's happened to me in the last couple days I figured why not.
She looked at me approvingly before stepping over the threshold and heading into my living room. I closed the door behind her, locked it and then went into the living room after her. She glanced around at the walls and ceiling before taking a seat on my sofa. I remained standing, and she sighed ever so slightly before bursting into conversation.
"What did they do to you in there to make you forget..?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.
I furrowed my brows. "What're you talking about?"
She shook her head. "You really don't remember, do you?
"Remember what?" I asked, trying to keep calm.
"The hospital. Where we first met..." she replied.
"The hospital? Wait- you were in the hospital, too?" I asked, feeling confused. She nodded.
"Remember, we were both locked away in that shit hole by our mothers!" she said with a clenched fist.
"Locked away?" I repeated with confusion. "But, I was in the hospital because of a car accident...".
"I hate to break it to ya', but you were locked up in that psyche ward with me before the car crash had even happened," she explained.
"How do you know all this?" I asked.
"Wow, they really must've killed some brain cells up in that place..." she mumbled to herself.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, beginning to grow impatient.
"That was where we first met, in the psyche ward. And that was where we began to bond, forming a friendship that would soon be one of the only things that kept us going... kept us alive," she explained, and as she spoke, disjointed images flashed through my minds eye. Images of padded cells, painful injections, and tortures that fit her descriptions.
I shook my head to relieve the dizziness and looked at her. "I think- I think I remember..." I mumbled. "...Taylor?" I said, vaguely recalling the name.
She smiled brightly. "Yes! So you do remember!"
I shrugged. "Not a whole lot, but like... bits and pieces I do..."
"Well it's a start, but holy Ra... I wonder what they did to you in there to make you forget..?" Taylor said, with an ominous expression on her face.
"I don't know... but whatever they did, I'm guessing I'm probably better off not remembering..." I muttered.
"Why don't you sit down? You're making me nervous, and I'd rather not have an anxiety attack today..." Taylor said.
I laughed a little. "Sorry," I said as I took a seat on the couch beside her, and she smiled.
"How did you know where I lived?" I asked.
"I live just a few blocks away and I was walking by the other day when I saw you hanging out with the girl across the street. I could hardly believe it when I recognized who you were, but I figured I'd wait until you were alone before I approached you," Taylor said.
"I wish I could remember why my parents put me in a mental institution..." I mumbled. Taylor made a face. "What?" I asked, sensing that she knew something I didn't.
"I- I dunno' if you should really hear this or not, but... you had told me that Freddy Krueger was the reason you were admitted to the hospital," she explained. My heart faltered.
"Wait, what?" I asked, my pulse racing. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know the entire story... we were kept separated from one another most of the time, but when we did have the occasional hour or two together in the rec room, I remember you'd mutter his name under your breath over and over again. You were really torn asunder by his death from what I recall..." Taylor explained.
I blinked in shock. "I was locked away because of Freddy's death..?"
Taylor nodded. "From what I gathered, you were real close to him. You said that he protected you from your brother and his friends, and once he was gone you just snapped."
There was a long pause of silence that followed before I got to my feet and turned on some music. I was anxious and my mind was reeling from the sudden information dump, I had to do something to relax. A calm beat started up on the stereo system with guitars, drums, cymbals and synthesized sounds.
"Hello
(Hello, hello)
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on
(Come on)
Now
(Now)
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
(Relax, relax)
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?-" There was a short vocal pause and a building synthesized note as I went to sit back down next to Taylor on the couch.
"-There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb-" There was a long guitar jamming solo where I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my past, trying hard to remember everything.
"-I have become comfortably numb
Okay
(Okay, okay)
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more "Aaaaaaaah!"
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
(Stand up, stand up)
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look, but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone
And I have become comfortably numb." There was another long jamming guitar solo as deep feelings and emotions sifted their way to the surface. Emotions of pain, emotions of fear, emotions of loss and hatred... but below all that, I could feel something else... As the song faded to an end, I was left with a deep yearning for a connection that I hadn't felt since the day Fred Krueger had died.
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