Ok so a few nights ago, we had company over, one of our guests just so happened to be someone who had seen the 2010 Nightmare of Elm street, but not the originals. We wanted to debate which was better, but I'd never seen the remake, and he's never seen the originals. So from someone who's seen both, Which was better? Cause I was saying that the facial features in the remake looked fake, but he thinks that Jackie was Scarier than Robert. What do you think? What were your favorite points?
And another thing, he was telling me about a scene where he ripped out this dudes heart, and was talking bout how he still had like 5 minutes, still time for more fun, than he started screaming. Considering the changes they made to Freddy's past from murderer to Molester, I just wanna know if I'm on the right track here to so I don't look like I'm an idiot. Especially since he has no detail, what exactly did he do, was it just more battering and beating or did it get rated M? Wow I feel kind of stupid for asking but I've never seen it.
Anne loaded the film into an envelope and sealed the top shut with saliva, shuttering at the disgusting taste. Still when she pulled back she smiled and wrote the 'to' address on the envelope, than stamped the right corner. She didn't have time to wait till tomorrow morning, so she just planned on dropping it at the post office, before meeting some students for a 'respect for the dead' Dinner.
At first she found it kind of weird, just the name of it, but when Julie explained everything she was fine with it. They'd be going out for dinner just before the students memorial service, she had not been told about. Even though the students had been buried already, they were holding a memorial service and dinner (which invited every student parent teacher and anyone who wanted to pay respects), Anne had not been informed.
In fact she wasn't aware this was even being planned until 2 minutes ago when Julie texted and asked if she was wearing a dress or dress pants. She felt like a complete idiot when Julie tried to assure her that the information invitation was just lost in the mail. She didn't know if she wanted to go, but when Julie asked why, she didn't have a pleasant excuse, and had no choice but to raid her closet for something to wear to a funeral.
"I think they know that I'm a suspect, I bet that's why I wasn't told." Anne insisted out loud, just waiting for Krueger to jump in calling them all bastards, than laughing about killing them later. Instead the room remained quiet, she rolled her eyes and pulled open her closet. "I'm talking to my self here." she whispered, not realizing she actually was talking to herself this time.
She pushed aside hanger after hanger, sorting through shirts, and jackets, some summer dresses. She didn't necessarily have anything to wear to a funeral, actually she barely had any black at all. A smile washed over her as she passed a familiar shirt on a blue hanger. The Freddy shirt back when she was still afraid of him, with the cops snooping around her and ever adult knowing who Krueger was, she'd never be able to wear it.
It kind of made her sad, and she had no idea what was going on between the two of them. It's like she was a fish on a line, endlessly trying to get away, he just kept pulling her back in. Now all she waited for, was for him to real her in, and throw her back… If he didn't kill her first. Most of the time she wasn't sure if he still kept her as a pet to make her miserable.
Anne pushed the hanger aside and kept searching her closet, God if Julie wasn't her best friend she could happily sit alone with her Camera and her glass necklace. She racked through clothes she didn't even know she still had, old tank tops and blouses she wouldn't be caught dead in, they were powder blues and bright pinks, those were faded colors of her past, now all she could stomach to stare at was Red and Green.
Only a few hangers left until she reached the back of her closet, and she stopped. A short black dress hung by 2 thick black straps, the dress couldn't go past her knees. The dress was classic funeral, and she wondered where she'd gotten it and where she'd worn in to. Than it struck her, her great Aunt Marla's funeral from last year, Anne packed it away thinking she'd never see it again.
The dress was a thinning black number, with a little bit of shape at the bottom, instead of going straight down, It came out lightly. The two thick straps were no wider than her two fingers, and the front was a simple oval shape, not to low cut not to high up. She remembered wearing it to the funeral standing alone in the rain, Marla wasn't the only one she'd visited that day.
Her cousin Lewis was 12 when he was caught in the situation of a reckless driver, reckless driving is usually caused by a drunk driver, but the bastard who smashed into Lewis had been experimenting with drugs, and stole a car. Anne was 10 and a lot of times they got onto each others nerves, but she loved Lewis and felt like she could tell him anything. She'd visited his grave at least once a year, if not more, and every single time, placed a tulip on his grave.
She decided on Tulip when she remembered when Lewis told her about how he got his first kiss after giving his crush a tulip and from than on it was his favorite flower. Every year when she went back the tulips had never been touched but they'd wilted and died, leaving fragile remains of something that was once so beautiful.
She pulled the dress over her shoulders and pulled her hair out from under the straps, than freed the glass necklace and kept it in place just above the top on the dress. She pushed two simple studs through her ears and pushed back her hair. Her eye liner was smudgy and left black marks across her forehead and upper cheeks, she hadn't really noticed it before.
After grabbing the Envelope off her bed, she headed down to the bathroom to clean the black smudges off her face. She had one more stop before she met up with Julie, not far from the post office was a flower shop. "Wow, Anne do you have a date or something?" Her mother asked when she saw her daughter pulling on a pair of classy black heals.
"Yeah, with Lewis and several other old classmates."
"You're going to the Dinner?" Her mother asked with a bit of concern, Anne rolled her eyes, how did everyone know but her. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea." Her mother pressed as she took a step toward her daughter. Anne spun around on her heals, her wavy locks falling behind, a look a completely disbelief was visible on her face. How could her own mother say that to her?
How could someone she cared for not want her to go to a service for people who had died? "Why mother?" She spat in a disgusted tone, "Because I'm a suspect?" She crossed her arms and let a pout form, not the childish I want Candy before dinner type, the kind that made her step back in fear. Anne had switched from the child every mother wanted, to a loner that no parent could understand.
She impatiently bit down on her tongue to keep from ranting, she really didn't want to have a long debate about this, she was going to the post office anyway. Her mother closed her eyes for a moment, trying to imagine what she was going to say. "No, I just don't know if you should-" she was cut off by a door slam, when she opened her eyes again, and her mother was standing alone, staring at the front door.
As soon as Anne dropped the letter into the mailbox, every view changed. She wasn't going to embarrass herself by showing up and having everyone stare her down. That was all she needed to change her mind, but after than display she couldn't just go home, and admit her mother was right. With a turn on her heels she stood facing the flower shop across the street. Just because she wasn't going to the service, didn't mean she couldn't see the grave of someone she loved and missed.
With a single fresh and beautiful Tulip in her hand, Anne turned into the cemetery, no one had arrived yet for the honoring party, which was most likely a good thing. She ignored the texts from Julie asking where she was, and made her way to the center of the grave. When she was little it scared her to walk in here and visit, but after all she's been through, a few stones and bones weren't enough to scare her.
Lewis Fillish, he was on her fathers side of the family, she was never really close to her mothers side of the family, they were all rather stuck up, never very much fun, they kept to themselves and on rare occasions when they visited, they kept distance from Anne. Her fathers side was conservative, they remained close with each other and didn't treat Anne like she had some sort of disease.
Lewis was always such a prankster, and never left Anne out of a scheme, whether it was buying itching powder and replacing the baby powder they kept by the pool table, or dropping a gold fish into the lemonade. Lewis was a pure soul, and when ever Anne got the chance she was hanging out with him. Never forgotten, sometimes thought of, always loved.
It was written on his headstone in ample grey letters, carved into the solid rock that marked his forever bed. She laid the tulip down, next to the others, now all wilted and dead, even if they were touched they'd break apart. "Hi Lewis, It's been awhile since I last came, almost a year." She said allowed, her voice already shaking from staring at his gravestone.
"I wish I could really talk to you, I miss you a lot. And I'm in a bit of trouble, I could really use your sense of humor right now." She hesitated, and took in a deep breath a she prepared to continue, talking to his wasn't uncommon, she just wanted to let something's out, and even if he wasn't really there to listen, it was nice to pretend, it took off some steam.
"Your little cousins not feeling to good. Everyone is against me, err almost everyone." She stopped herself and thought of Krueger, what the hell was up with that, at first he was against her, only using her incase something went wrong. Now she just wasn't sure what was going on, With out really paying attention to what she was saying, Anne went on about Krueger, not actually giving names but certain details such as
Twisted, bastard, sick, disgraceful, evil, malicious, clever, smart, sly, slick, mysterious. She stopped herself before going any further, seeing the transaction in her eyes. She lightly grasped the necklace around her neck, into her fingers and held it up a little. "Uh- he gave me this necklace, I don't know if you'd like him, he's kind of intimidating." A small chuckle came out, and smile on her lips.
However, she was cut off when off in the distance she could a car door close, than 2 more followed after it. She turned her head to see the dinner group emerging from the cars, Anne not feeling the need to stay any more turned back to the headstone of her once lively vibrant older cousin. "Uh Lewis I have to go, but I'm going to visit more often, I know you can't actually here me, but it helps to come see you. I miss you." She wiped a single tear from her eye, and stood from her crouched position.
By the time she was turned around, several people from the dinner group had already come up behind her, and they didn't look happy. She caught her breath in surprise and tried to pull herself together. "What are you doing here?" One of the boys asked with a scowl.
"Visiting, I was just leaving." She stated clearly,
"Visiting who? Some devil worshipper?" Another asked with a spat of distaste. Julie stayed in the back of the group and didn't say a word. Anne stepped aside so the headstone could be read clearly, "My cousin Lewis, he died in a car accident when I was 10, anything else you want to say, or can I just call you a bastard now and leave?" Before they could say anything more, before they even got a chance to change faces, Anne pushed past them, not even bothering to look at Julie.
Ok so Today is my birthday, and I could not be more pissed. I hate my birthday, I hate getting stupid little texts messages and face book letters at 6 freaking A.M. saying Happy birthday! So I decided to move my birthday to February 29th! But the reason I'm saying this, is because I want to know if anyone else gets annoyed by this? It's not just the messages, I mean for me it's just another day of the year, millions of people have their birthday on this day, so Happy birthday to them. Happy birthday to everyone who enjoys their birthday!