Alright, another chapter! Not bad at all, considering my complete lack of updating for like, three months XD Anyways, getting to the end here folks. Three or four more chapters and an epilogue, and this story is complete.
Another warning, this chapter, and probably every chapter from here to the end will have explicit drug use. In no way, shape, or form am I attempting to encourage the use of illegal substances. (Although if you want to try any, ask me about them and I'll let you know what you'll be in for ;) LOL )
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Freddy placed a tender kiss on Harper's forehead, and turned on his side, making it easier to speak to her.
"Harper..." He began, making sure his voice was smooth and low, like it had been before. "We need to talk about something..."
Harper looked at him oddly, her heart tightening. She hadn't meant to call out what she had, it just sort of happened...she hadn't even recognized that she loved him until then...
She was snapped out of her reverie by a smooth hand running down her cheek. "It's about...the Walsh's...and Alice...I need to know what they said to you when they put you on Hypnocil." He leaned back, keeping the passive, calm mask on his face.
Harper frowned slightly, and thought back to that day. Freddy quickly slipped into her mind, and stopped her before she could answer.
"I see." He said, trying to hide his relief. "They want you to help get rid of me...but they don't have a plan." Harper began to tense, expecting to be punished.
Instead however, he placed a kiss on her lips. "I'm thankful I have you Harper. No other woman would ever put up with me like you do. Thank you."
Harper was flabbergasted. No one had ever treated her so nicely, like she was something...special.
Inside, her heart was melting.
"Harper...I can't lose you." He started, looking at her with sad eyes. "And they're gonna do everything in their power to keep us apart."
Harper shook her head vehemently. "That's not gonna happen Freddy. I'll never leave you." She placed her hand on his face, and rubbed her thumb along his mouth. It took every ounce of willpower Freddy had to not revert back to his old self and slice her fingers off.
"Harper, you won't have a choice...they'll do whatever it takes. Even if that means hurting you. And I will NOT, let that happen."
Harper bit her lip. "Well...what are you gonna do?"
Freddy leaned down, placing his forehead against hers.
"Harper...I need you to make sure they don't take their Hypnocil. Replaced it with Advil if you have to...just make it so I can get to them."
Harper shut her eyes. "Freddy...I can't do that...that'll make me no more than a murderer..."
Freddy tried to stop himself from laughing. "You've already killed chiclet...every person you've brought me too, and your own mother you killed yourself." He placed a finger over her lips when she tried to protest.
"This is for us, Harper. With them gone...we'll be able to be together...without anyone coming between us."
Harper stared at him, for what felt like hours.
Then she broke.
It was all too much. She had no one, her mother was gone, had never really needed her in the first place, and Deryk...
Harper put her face into the crook of his neck, and sobbed.
"Okay!" She cried, clutching his torso as if it was her only lifeline. "I-I'll do it...ju-just don't leave me."
Freddy grinned, and slipped his arms around her. This was a lot easier than he'd anticipated.
Harper was lost. She'd been tough all her life, convincing everyone including herself that she needed nobody. That she didn't care that nobody loved her, or wanted her around. When she met Deryk, she didn't admit it to herself, but he was the only person she believed to care about her.
And he didn't.
She needed someone. Somebody to love her, and care about whether she was safe, and alive...
Harper's tears ceased, and she relaxed into the embrace of her lover.
Freddy was that someone.
"Harper!" Mr. Walsh looked at the young girl on his porch, taking in her appearance.
She'd lost a lot of weight, and the rebellious light in her eyes had been put out. Her hair, which used to be a bouncy, fly away jumble of beautiful blonde curls was lying limp against her cheeks. The beautiful vividness of her grayish green eyes was gone, and they were now dull, as if the life had been sucked out of her.
Needless to say, she looked terrible.
"Hey sir..I was wondering if I could have a refill?" She held the bottle of Hypnocil up for him, which she had just emptied into a bush twenty minutes prior.
Jesse stepped aside, allowing her to enter. "It's gone already? How much have you been taking?" Harper bit her lip, attempting to look guilty.
"Well, I've been taking quite a bit, due to the strong connection that Freddy and I have, and..uh...well, I also gave some to a friend of mine. I didn't want him dying." She shrugged, attempting a bashful look. In her current state, it simply made her look constipated.
With a strange look, Mr. Walsh led her to the washroom. "I'll give you another full bottle, and try to make it last this time. Alice is coming down in a couple days to bring us another bottle, but we can't get a lot. It's still an experimental drug, and illegal to order in large quantities." Harper nodded, and took the bottle, quickly shoving it into her hoodie pocket, where another bottle was waiting to be used.
"May I use your bathroom before I go again sir?" Harper asked, trying to sound innocent.
Jesse gave her a funny, so she guessed she wasn't sounding as convincing as she'd hoped. However, he couldn't think of a reason to say no, so he simply nodded and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
When she heard his footsteps disappear down the hallway, Harper quickly opened up the cabinet, and grabbed the almost full bottle of Hypnocil that the Walsh's were using.
With a slightly heavy feeling in her heart, she dumped the pills down the drain, and replaced them with sugar pills that shared roughly the same shape and colour.
After replacing everything, she was about to walk out, when Freddy's voice hissed at her.
Flush the toilet!
With a slight jerk, Harper quickly flushed, and then turned the water on, feigning washing her hands.
When Mr. Walsh saw her to the door, Harper willed herself not to cry.
He may have been a bastard teacher, but...he was a different person outside school. And he seemed to genuinely want to help her.
To both her and Jesse's surprise, she wrapped her arms around him, in what had to be the most awkward hug in history.
"Thank you Mr. Walsh...for everything you've done for me."
Unsure what to do, Jesse brought his arms around her back, and gave her some ungainly pats on the back. Before he could even answer, Harper continued.
"Please thank Mrs. Walsh for me, and let her know how much I appreciate everything."
She backed away quickly after that, and hastily climbed onto her bike. When she looked back up at the door, Mr. Walsh was still looking at her.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly, before starting her motorcycle, and driving away.
Freddy didn't say anything as she drove, but Harper was tense the whole time nonetheless, wondering when he'd yell at her for showing compassion.
He didn't, however, and by the time she arrived at Spade's house, she was starting to relax.
Except, of course, for the lump that seemed to be stuck in her throat.
"Harper!" Spade said, a wide grin on his face when he saw her. Harper rolled her eyes. He was lying on the couch, a half naked young lady on top of him.
He definitely wasn't sober.
Ignoring his pointless babbles, Harper walked over to the kitchen, and retrieved two pieces of bread, and put a slice of cheese between them. That was all there was to eat.
When she finished, she stared at what was on the table in front of Spade. There was a needle, a lemon shell, and a spoon.
Heroin.
She was about to walk away, then stopped.
She'd never tried Heroin before, but she'd seen enough people use it to know the procedure. She was sure she'd be able to take it safely...
Harper shook her head suddenly, and ran her hand through her hair.
No way. Not heroin. It was one of the most addictive drugs, and had some really bad side effects...
She looked at the needle.
And also was supposed to create one of the best experiences of euphoria anyone could ever feel.
With a muttered curse under her breath, Harper grabbed what she needed, and took it to the kitchen.
She needed a bit of euphoria to help her through this night.
She squeezed a fresh lemon, and dissolved a pinch of heroin in it, with the use of her lighter under the spoon. She took the needle, and found a main vein in her right arm. She grimaced as she injected it, and took the needle out as fast as she could.
Other than a little bit of blood, she thought she did alright.
Nothing happened for a moment, and then it hit her.
Gravity...it no longer existed. An extreme feeling of nausea is creeping up on her, but she feels she can control it. Nothing could hurt her, or touch her.
In fact, Harper thought to herself, unwilling to even open her eyes, there really are no words to describe this. It's simply an amazing feeling of...nothingness.
She fell asleep quickly and easily, and continued to enjoy her high in her dreams.
She didn't even notice that she'd brought herself into Mr. Walsh's dream. However, when she saw the look on his face, she remembered what had happened, what was GOING to happen.
He had a look of pure, unrestrained horror on his face.
"Why am I here? Oh god, oh god oh god, I shouldn't be dreaming..."
Harper felt ice attempt to wrap itself around her heart, and scoffed. It couldn't do anything to her.
A horrible, screeching noise filled the air, but Harper did not cringe, as her teacher did.
The sound could not bother her.
Mr. Walsh had been hugging his chest, looking around nervously, and he let out a blood curdling scream when lips appeared next to his ear.
"Boo."
Jesse turned, and started running, and saw Harper.
"Harper!" He cried, bounding over to her. "Come one, quickly, get us out of here...Freddy's coming. Take us into someone else's dream!" Harper looked at him lazily.
"You're blocking the sun." She said, frowning at the shadow being cast on her.
Mr. Walsh looked at her.
"Oh god..no no...Harper, please tell me you're sober, please please please..."
Harper scowled. "Hoooow could I have stayed sober? I wouldn't...be able to deeeaal...with this if I wass..soberrrrr..."
Jesse looked like he'd been kicked in the gut. A loud cackling came from behind him, just as the familiar bladed hand of Freddy Krueger landed on his shoulder.
"You chose the wrong girl to help you Jesse." He growled, throwing him against a steaming boiler, reveling in the poor man's screams. "She belongs, to me..."
The sadness that Harper knew she was supposed to feel was trying to get into her psyche, trying to break down the walls that the heroin had put up.
They stayed strong. Harper felt nothing as she looked at the scene in front of her.
She felt no disgust, when Freddy thrust his bladed fingers into the stomach of her teacher, nor did she feel guilt or empathy when Jesse turned his pleading gaze on her. Not even when Freddy let him go, and Jesse crawled to her and grabbed her ankle, begging for help, did she feel any sadness. She simply watched the light fade from his eyes, a blank expression in her own.
Freddy walked up to her, his power radiating stronger due to his kill. He grabbed her, and roughly smashed their lips together.
"One down...two to go." He said gravely.
Harper just closed her eyes.