I am so sorry for taking forever to update! Two months oh god I swore I'd never be one of those writers... I will never take this long again! It was due to working too much and having the flu. Work and sleep has been my life. I haven't edited because I just wanted to post it write away. I might be able to read over and fix up any little mistakes with in the next couple days. Until then I hope you all enjoy what I have written. Love you all lots and don't hate me too much!
Chapter Nine
After seeing that their top suspect, myself, had almost been killed by another roommate the police decided that their investigation was over. And judging by the blood covered scissors that had fallen beneath the seat of the car it looked like Kristina had attempted to kill me and herself at the same time. They have since decided that she had also killed Damian and had only been trying to frame me.
I wonder if it's wrong for me to be thankful to Freddy. He's killed two innocent people now. Granted they were both terrible people but they weren't the worst this world had to offer.
But they were the worst that the world had offered me.
Brie and I were removed from school grounds the next day. I don't know if I'll see her again. I'm living in an apartment that's completely paid for; so they can keep me safe. Everything's to keep me safe. But I could sneak to me if I really wanted to so what would stop anyone else? As far as I can tell Freddy is the only thing keeping me safe. And the only thing that I need to be protected from.
Luke hesitated for a moment as he leaned away from the tattered little book with an eyebrow slightly cocked. This is what had Kelly so rattled? He flipped through the book sceptically before releasing a huge sigh and throwing it angrily onto his desk where it fell open and nearly slid off the edge.
She had probably written the whole thing herself; there was no way that that little book was actually someone's diary. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling in disappointment. It only stood to reason that the one girl in university to talk to him would be the craziest one it had to offer.
Luke spun his chair around thoughtfully as he huffed out a large spout of air and mulled the question of what to do now. He felt obligated to give the novel back to her but at the same time he didn't really want to see her again. He worried that if he did he'd get sucked into her little make-believe adventure again.
The way Kelly had described the events in the book before made it sound almost like a murder mystery but from what he had read just now it sounded like a poorly written fantasy novel.
Scratching his head in thought he finally decided that the best thing to do would be to just ignore the whole thing for now. If she came to him looking for the book he'd give it back but until then he planned on leaving it alone.
Removing himself from the swivel chair he made his way towards the kitchen for some dinner leaving the book to its own devices. The wind from the open window spun through the pages and continued to flip them forward as it searched for the next part of the journey and eagerly waited for the story to tell itself.
Evelyn sat quietly on the couch staring down the morning coffee she poured herself each day but never actually drank. It seemed as though no matter where she went there was always someone waiting to destroy her.
"You're not helping anyone," she told the counsellor calmly as she rested her hands on the cup to steal its warmth.
The young man sitting at the dining room table raised a perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow at her but said nothing.
The apartment she had been put into was as small as it could possibly be with dented wooden furniture and stained beige walls. The couch she was sitting on was held up by a thick piece of wood that stopped the cushions from sinking into the floor which screamed at her with a shaggy tan carpet.
The counsellor that Evelyn had come to know as Chris Pratt brushed a hand through his thick blonde hair before scribbling a couple notes onto his clipboard.
He had been assigned to Evelyn two months ago when she had left school to monitor how the events had affected her psychologically. Evelyn doubted that he had much to report back as she lived as normally as any human being could by going to work five days a week and doing chores around her home on her days off.
"Sure I am," he finally replied before gracing her with the same lopsided smile he had managed all those times before. "I'm helping you."
She sighed and picked up her small cup of coffee to carry it over to the kitchen sink where she dumped it. "It's been two months. If you were helping me I think you would have managed to by now."
He tutted her with a shake of his finger. "Healing of the mind takes time. And I still don't think you've come to terms with the deaths."
She tilted her head towards him in curiosity. "They're dead. I will never see them again. What else is there to come to terms with?"
"Death is a complicated thing. The terms of it differ for each person..."
"Then why can't these be my terms?" She rolled her eyes and started back to the couch where her work uniform lay in a ball between the cushions. "Look Pratt, we've had this same conversation every morning for the past two months and it won't change no matter how many times you come back here. They're dead; I'm not. I don't care. What I do care about is that every day I have to put up with some neatly dressed know-it-all who keeps trying to tell me what is and what isn't."
She yanked the over sized black polo shirt over her head caused immense static in her hair before slamming her hands down on the table in front of him almost knocking off her already crooked name tag. "You don't know anything about me, about my life or about how I feel. You just get paid to think you do. You're wasting your time here and annoying me so I'd appreciate it if you just wrote whatever you need to on that little piece of paper of yours and didn't come back tomorrow."
When all of this had first happened Evelyn had attempted to explain that she believed the deaths were the work of a man named Freddy Krueger. She didn't believe that she was the only one who could see him. He had to be real in more ways than that. However her voice was quickly silenced when she realised that no one believed her and her thoughts were only driving them to the conclusion that she was crazy. Perhaps she was but she wouldn't go away for it.
"See Evelyn this is exactly what I'm talking about," he told her as he scribbled a couple of notes down onto the clipboard. "I believe your aggression is entirely based off of what happened around you back in university. Something is causing this aggression and I believe once we find it we can start to work out your problems."
"You've been here two months, if there was a problem shouldn't you have found it by now?"
He smiled at her again. "It takes time Evelyn," he told her again.
Evelyn rolled her eyes at him and moved away from the table. "I'm going to work," she announced angrily and she grabbed her bag and spun around away from him.
"Would you like to go out for dinner after work?"
The question stopped her in her tracks and her hand slid away from the doorknob as she turned back to face him.
"Excuse me? I'm already your unwilling client I don't want to be your social experiment too."
"No no it's not like that," he defended as he stood up. "I just don't like that you think I'm such a terrible person and I want to prove differently to you. There's no catch. No clipboards, no tapes, no talk about work."
She contemplated his offer for a moment and found she couldn't find any down side to his offer. Perhaps spending some personal time with Chris would make him more tolerable to be around.
"Alright. I'm off work at 5."
"Would you like me to pick you up or meet you here?" He walked to meet up beside her at the door.
"At my work will be fine." She looked at him let him out first before following him onto the streets where they parted ways.
She mulled the concept of dinner with psychologist over in her head as her body carried her through the day. Evelyn managed to get herself a job as a waitress once they had forced her to live on her own; it was her own way of escaping from her now lonely existence and the nightmares that haunted her. It wasn't much but while she was working her brain was hardly able to focus on anything of terrible importance. Luckily her arranged dinner with her psychologist wasn't very important to her.
Her day went by terribly fast and by the end the pony tail she had pulled her hair into had fallen apart and dangled in her eyes.
"You off work already?" Her coworker Ashley looked at her curiously as she swiped the black bangs from her eyes.
"Yeah I am." Evelyn shrugged but offered the punk girl a smile anyway; she was the nicest person in the whole restaurant.
"Any plans tonight? Or you just going to sit at home like usual."
"Actually," Evelyn began, "I'm going out for dinner tonight."
"Ohhh with a boy?" Ashley's smile was both teasing and devious and Evelyn felt her grin widen playfully.
Evelyn rolled her eyes and laughed. "Yes with a boy. Don't get too excited though I'm just appeasing him so that he'll leave me alone."
The little bell above the door dinged and Evelyn and Ashley looked over to see Chris letting the door fall closed behind him. His blonde hair was more unkempt than she's ever seen in giving him a handsomely dishevelled look. He wore a tight black tee shirt that Evelyn couldn't help but admit looked nice on him. His blue jeans were lightly faded and she was surprised to find him wearing dirty white runners.
He grinned at her before she could wipe away the smile Ashley had left on her face and the punk grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"Oh my god there is no way he's here to see you he's so gorgeous!"
Evelyn blushed as she looked back at him. She'd only ever seen him with his hair slicked back in the same brown suit he wore every time he came to see her. She had to admit she felt terribly underdressed for what could only be called a date.
"Yeah that's Chris," she replied uncertainly.
"You are not going to see him like that," Ashley hissed at her. "My purse is underneath the time clock in the back room. My shirt is in there; you are going to put it on and leave whatever frump you're wearing in my bag. You can give my shirt back tomorrow."
Without waiting for an answer Ashley ran off to greet Chris and Evelyn apprehensively made her way to Ashley's purse. The red shirt she found inside clung to her body but was held onto her shoulders only by small black chains. The sleeves were large and baggy and barely reached her elbows. It was not something she would have picked out for herself but was surprised to find it pleasantly flattering even with her oversized black dress pants.
Not wanting to be impolite and keep him waiting any longer Evelyn made sure that her house keys and wallet were still in her pockets before stuffing her black tank and uniform in Ashley's purse and coming out to meet up with him.
"You look good," he complimented when he saw her. "I didn't expect you to get all dressed up for me."
"A friend of mine thought it was a good idea," Evelyn said as she cast a scolding glace back at Ashley who hid behind the bar counter.
"Well shall we go then?" Chris offered her his arm and cautiously she reached out and held onto his elbow.
He took her outside a paraded her down the street as he led her where ever it was that he planned on treating her to dinner. Evelyn's eyes fell around and noticed the strange gazes that were covering her as she clung to Chris's elbow. Did she really look that strange now that people couldn't believe that she would be on the arm of such a handsome young man? Partly out of apprehension and partly out of resentment she clutched his arm tighter and pulled herself against him. It felt strange for her to be so close to any man but she would be lying if she didn't admit that it was a pleasant feeling. The walk remained quiet but Evelyn didn't mind as she had grown used to silence and found it comfortable. He took her a few blocks away to a classy restaurant with some French name she couldn't quite pronounce. She's have to remember to thank Ashley for the shirt considering it helped her feel a little less out of place around all the nicely dressed people.
"Hey," Chris greeted the host casually.
The dazzling brunette man behind the host's podium smiled at him. "Hey Chris I was wondering when you'd get here. This must be Evelyn?"
Evelyn offered him the warmest smile she could muster as she assumed that this was a friend of Chris's. "That's me, it's a pleasure to meet you."
The brunette smiled back and brushed a hand down his black vest self-consciously. "No the pleasure's all mine. It's been way too long since I've seen my little cousin here with a girl. Name's Craig."
"Alright alright," Chris laughed cutting off the pleasantries. "No need to tell her things like that."
Evelyn couldn't help but find it cute of honestly embarrassed Chris was as she snickered lightly. Craig laughed before finally doing his job as host and leading them to their table.
Chris managed to keep all his promises of keeping the evening entirely social and Evelyn found her time spent there somewhat pleasant. He was an awkward young man to be around on a personal level; sometimes chattering up a strong only to fall into silence with a blush or fiddling strangely with the table cloth as if fascinated by it. He would get excited or the strangest and smallest things and he never seemed to be able to carry on a conversation with her for very long before a silence would coat them. All in all he seemed almost socially retarded. It made her feel a little better at life; even if just a little bit.
Numerous glasses of wine and a small but pricey dinner later and a mildly drunken Eve and slightly buzzed Chris made their way onto the sidewalk to wait for their taxi.
"Okay I gotta admit. Not a total waste of my time," Evelyn laughed as she felt into the dank smelling cab.
"Glad to hear," Chris laughed along with her his cheeks just as flushed as hers.
After Chris told the driver their destination he fell back against his seat and began to giggle when the foreign man behind the wheel turned up the music and pulled the car away from the sidewalk. Evelyn just figured that the poor taxi driver had had a long night and wanted to drown out a couple of drunken youngsters.
"You're a lot more fun to be around than I thought you'd be," Evelyn admitted as his giggle contaminated her.
Chris turned to her with a sheepish smile and blush painted on his cheeks that was a sign that the alcohol had begun to affect him.
She smiled at him; he was almost childish in how he was when he wasn't working. He was a sweet and caring person and she had to admit he was handsome and funny as well. A strange feeling came over her and her smile slowing fell away. Even amidst the noise of the cab she could hear her heart beating incredibly fast and she felt an urge warm her stomach.
Without waiting for him to cease his laughter her own disoriented mind ordered to get closer to him and she eagerly complied. She pressed up against him and awkwardly moved her lips against his taking the blonde by surprise.
His befuddled mind jumped in surprise but despite the ever pressing fact that she was his client first and foremost her warm mouth felt too good to deny. Even though he was a handsome young man he was terribly awkward when it came to women and he found it had been far too long since he had enjoyed one's company in such a way.
Chris's hands slid up her arms before gripping her shoulders and pressed her body against his. Evelyn's mouth matched his own move for move and her own delicate nervous hands tugged the bottom of his shirt. A small moan escaped her mouth and it nearly caused him to tremble. With a gasp he had to pull away and with heavy breathing he stared at the brunette in front of him. Her lips were still red and parted slightly as she stared up at him with large pleading eyes. Her arms which still reached for him pressed her breasts together so that the tops of the soft mounds could be seen just above the neckline of her shirt.
He groaned and pulled her hands off his shirt before looking away from her. "I can't do this. You're...You're still my client. This is wrong. You're drunk. I can't take advantage of you."
Her lips pouted out and she leaned closer to him again; the pink of her cheeks illuminated against the pale of her face. "But I want you too," Evelyn pleaded.
Evelyn had to stop her eyes from watering at her own need. She knew she was drunk but she could also tell that what she was feeling was true. It had been way too long since any man had looked at her like that or touched her so intimately. She needed that. She needed to know that someone normal, someone real, took an interest in her. Someone that wasn't Freddy.
"Please Chris." She knew she was begging but she didn't care as she was that desperate.
Her hands slid up his chest causing him to shudder and turn away. He scooted as far away from her as he could in the cramped and foul smelling back seat. "No," he said firmly.
She could hear that there was no room for argument in his voice and with a heavy sigh she fell back against the door and let the coolness of the glass attempt to drag the blush from her face. The rest of the car ride was a long and awkward. There were no good byes exchanged when the cab pulled to a stop in front of Evelyn's house and only a solemn glance was given through a tinted window as the cab pulled away.
Evelyn stumbled her way into her place with distraught feature as her mind curled itself around the events of the night. Hot tears stained her cheeks though she barely felt them as she collapsed onto her bed and allowed her own darkness to consume her.
The alcohol pounded against her mind and she slowly began to remember why she never liked drinking wine. A glass of water. Her body and mind cried for one to ease the pain that she knew would come in the morning. With a groan she rolled over in an attempt to get herself to her feet. She rolled until she fell off the side of the bed and hoped that when her face greeted the floor she was either startled awake or knocked out. Neither of those options were gifted to her.
A cough erupted from her lungs as the neck of her shirt pulled back against her throat and she was thrown to the ground. Grass pressed against her sweating palms as she opened her eyes to find herself in the all too familiar forest.
"Hello Freddy," Evelyn whispered cautiously. It had been a long time since she'd last been visited by the ghostly murder. Even longer since she'd seen this forest.
Angrily she shoved her way through the branches that whipped at her face and legs in return. Ashley would kill her over that shirt, Evelyn quietly mused as she burst through the line of trees that led her to Nancy's old house. Only this time the her storyline thoughts took a different turn; darkness was all that surrounded her past the trees and her foot fell against nothing as it reached for ground. And with nothing to step on she pitched forward and plummeted into the darkness with a desperate scream. As her body painfully collided with the sharp rough ground she let out another cry. Evelyn's soft hands lifted her off the pavement while blood drizzled restlessly from the gash that now existed in her forehead. Her legs wobbled as they tried to keep her up so she could look around the desolate place she had fallen into.
It was her own home block on Elm Street. Her parents home now anyway. She road she stood of was cold and hardly in proper shape. The sides of it where it should have met up with some sidewalk were crumbling away with the yellow lines were peeling back. Crows cawed at her from the dark yards where they hopped upon the cars and pecked at the carcasses of long since dead mice. They stared at her with calculating pitch black eyes that flashed with green when the moonlight glanced off of them. Her head was spinning as she looked around dazed and confused at the houses with their matching paint jobs and poorly cut lawns. Her heavy eyes blinked and covered her mind in another haze of darkness for a mere moment before opening again to see a crimson lit world that had haunted only her worst thoughts for the longest time.
Freddy's boiler.
"Freddy?"
The second she spoke his name his laughter echoed around her and she cringed away in horror. She spun around searching for the source of the echo despite knowing in her heart that she wouldn't find it.
"Freddy!" Her scream shattered the laughter and filled the glowing abyss with a red hot fury.
As her scream died away and Evelyn found herself surrounded by a deafening silence. She glanced around and waited for him to appear out of nowhere like he usually did. Instead a horrible screech filled the boiler room and Evelyn hissed and covered her ears as she glared in the direction of the sound. Freddy emerged from the steam quite a ways away from her with his clawed fingers dragging along the wall. Sparks sprouted from the tips as the metal screamed at her in its journey. She watched him slowly approach her with the intense gaze of a prowling animal as he finally pulled his hand away from the wall.
"Hello Evelyn, my dearest." His voice ran through her like the thickest coldest blood and she couldn't suppress the shiver.
"It's been a long time Freddy," Evelyn replied back in her strongest voice. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
His face cracked into a twisted grin and she frowned at him uncertainly. "I'm surprised that you can speak so well after all the things chasing through your blood."
"What?" Was he referring to the alcohol? Why did that matter to him? "What're you talking about?"
"All that drink you had tonight." He looked down at his fingers while he clicked them together before running them delicately along her shoulder blades. "It made it mildly difficult for me to bring you here. Your mind was wandering to so many wonderfully dark places. Just not the ones I wanted."
"You've been ignoring me for a really long time Freddy, why bring me here now? Don't you have any other poor mentally unstable people to terrorize?"
"Now now Evelyn don't be jealous, you'll always be my favourite."
"I'd hardly call it jealousy," she hissed back at him.
"Do you not get jealous?" She watched him as he stood beside her tapping his fingers carefully against her shoulder. When she failed to provide him with an answer his face curled into a snarl and he slammed the blades into her shoulder eliciting a blood curdling scream from the young brunette. "Because I do Evelyn. I get very jealous." He spat the last word out with such venom that she nearly felt it burn when he ripped the claws from her shoulder.
"Freddy...what the hell do you have to be jealous of," she panted heavily. "I can swear to you that no other tormented souls are haunting my dreams."
He took his normal hand an cupped the underneath of her chin and turned her face upwards. The blood had drizzled all the way from the now crusted gash on her forehead down to the top of her lips where it remained to scared to continue its journey.
His face wrought with all seriousness his grip became harsh on her chin. "It's nothing in this world dear Evelyn. I have total control over everything here."
"Nothing...here?" She stared at him with wide eyes while horror coated her features. Tears began to tumble from her eyes to mingle with the dried blood on her face. Only one thing came to mind as a sob whispered through her lips. "Oh god...Chris? You're jealous of Chris?"
"You never do those kind of things with me," he hissed.
And just like that Evelyn began to break apart piece by piece on the inside.
Please don't hate me! I promise everything will make sense next chapter and that this isn't the end of the story! Super promise!
