Anne blinked a few times, rubbing the last of the sleepy sand from her eyes. With intentions clear on what she had to do, she launched faze one into action: Getting Krueger the Fuck out of her mind. She began plaguing her mind with random thoughts, anything to keep her mentality away from her true disposition. Than she turned back to Julie and with a dazzling smile stated. "Breakfast sounds great I'm starving. But I'm going to take a shower first."
Her mind kept clear, and the deepest pits of her intellect, kept hidden the vast plot she already began forming. Julie gave a simple understanding nod and watched as her friend raced up her stair case and into the hall closet on the second floor. With a clean white towel in hand, the Brunette made her way to her room, singing gentle song lyrics in the obvious state of mind.
She turned the facet on a raging hot and tore down her red and green night clothes, than placed the towel on the side counter beside across from the shower and taking off ALL jewelry, including her Krueger necklace, honestly a shower was the only time she'd take it off. Something in her hesitated as she dropped the necklace onto the towel, and she had to fight her own arm not to guide it back to her neck.
As soon as the little piece of glass no longer had contact with her skin, her will returned, but something made it hard to think. Krueger that fucker, he was in her mind, and without the necklace she had this emptiness inside her. If this was ever going to work, it would take a lot of thought, and planning. With Freddy no longer laying waste in her head, she could think what ever the hell she wanted.
A few moments of thinking soon turned into 20 minutes of nothing under the pulse of the boiling water. She slammed her fist into the tile of the shower and cussed under her breath. "Dammit." Her thinking was slowed and she was unsure of how much longer she could just stand here before Julie and her mother came up to see what was taking so long.
Now it was time to put part two of her plan into action: Keeping that sick son of a bitch out of her mind. She picked up the towel pretending to forget about the necklace that rested on it, and pretended not to see it fall to the ground and land of the ground before bouncing back and landing under the counter. 'Perfect' without a look back she gathered her things and walked back to her room, with the towel wrapped around her.
She dressed quickly upon returning to her room, a pair of dark blue skinny's and a white tank top, covered by a deep blue jacket. Anne wrapped her dripping hair in the towel and looked around the room for her necklace. After a few seconds of 'searching' through her clothes from last night, she moved over to the dresser, tipping over the piece of glass and looking behind it. After which she moved away 'Forgetting' to move it back up. Looks like her can't watch her anymore.
Just in case he could still see her, she put on a worried look and rushed from the room. Only to return back downstairs and join her best friend who was already digging in. Laid before Anne was a full buffet, scrambled eggs and blueberry pancakes, a stick of soft unsalted butter, fresh orange juice, black forest bacon and cinnamon French toast, and on the side closet to the end Anne would sit was a bottle of hot sauce just for her.
Than she did the unbelievable, she smiled. A real unforced smile full of happiness and love for her family and friends. She slowly pulled out the wooden dining chair and sat next to her best friend. Wrapping her left hand around the hot sauce before she even had food on her plate. The bottle itself was half empty, from previous use of only her. "Are you sure that's enough Hot sauce Anne?" Julie joked looking at the half empty bottle.
The brunette rolled her eyes and with a giggle nodded her head, that started stacking whatever she could on her plate. Honestly she couldn't even remember the last time she had a real sit down warm meal. All of that was about to change, all those past memories of happiness, shopping with Julie, eating with her parents, cramming for a test last minute at midnight.
Everything before Krueger came into her life, before the reflecting metal knives, before the forever burned skin, or the memorable red and green sweater, before the perfectly place brown fedora, or the vibrant blue eyes; stained with anguish and bloodlust. Before the exhilarating smile he had stitched to his face, or the butterflies Anne got when their skin ever so gently touched.
With a sudden stop on her thoughts, Anne pushed it from her mind, if she thought about it, this would only be even more difficult to do. She cleared her mind, and started on the pile of food on her plate, she'd pushed it around a few times, but never actually ate anything, she'd been too lost in thought. And if like clock work, her mind started to drift again, but not directly to Krueger, her life after.
How would she forget all that she'd done, could she really carry on life with all these secrets embroidered into her memory. What would the police think, if the murders just stopped? Would Freddy really stay dead, he's come back so many times, for revenge and just for the hell of it. What would make her attempt so special, murdered by the one person who in so long, fell in love with him, if anything it gave him a reason for one last comeback murder.
Finally what about Angela, how could she forget anything with Angela around? The one person Krueger didn't finish off, the one person who could possibly spill everything Anne worked so hard to cover up. Would she be a constant reminder to Anne about the awful man her heart craved for, or a trophy of Krueger's failed attempt at a murder.
Cut off by the playful ringing of her best friends ring tone, Anne's thoughts stopped. "Hello?" Her voice was soft and happy, the completely opposite of Anne's rage filled sinful mood. "Oh not again!" Julie paused to listen to the voice on the other end, who to Anne sounded concerned. "No it's no problem." With those final words she hung up the phone, and stood from her chair.
"Guys I'm sorry, but Frosty isn't eating again, and I have to go make sure she is alright." she clarified as Anne and her mother looked at her with concern. Anne nodded to show she understood, she'd be getting out of this house soon too. "I'll only be a half an hour or so." She insisted as she pulled her brown boots over top of the pajama pants she was still wearing.
Anne stood up as well, and with a smile wrapped a single arm around her friend. "I'm going to visit Angela, why don't you meet me at the hospital?" As soon as the words left Anne's mouth, Julie couldn't agree fast enough. Angela deserved to know that Anne was going to stop the bastard, that nearly killed her.
I give you all permission to hate me for the short chapter, and for being a fucking week late. I've been so busy, so many school projects, and homecoming was last weekend, god I had to fight not to go. Honestly I hate homecoming, sorry to all people that love it. So instead of going back to my schools smelly gym and dancing in a fluffy pink dress my parents wanted me to wear, I went to an ice-cream shop with my sister and her daughter, and while we waited for our food, we blasted the radio in my dads truck, and when cars went by we danced like drunken barmaids in the front of the parking lot so everyone going to homecoming could see my awesome moves.
Anyway, this story is rearing to an end and I can only see about 2-3 more chapters, maybe 4, but fear not, I'm already working on a one shot story while I attempt to think about another chapter story, so if you like the stuff I write, well than I think something is wrong with you… Ha-ha, but I figure that I just love writing for N.O.E.S. whether it's a romance or just a brutal murder. By the way, I went to a Halloween party yesterday night and guess what I was… FREDDY KRUEGER MOTHER F*CKERS. Ha-ha I'm also doing a trick-or-treat on the track for my school to help little kids, and I get to wear it again, not to mention I get to take my niece trick-or-treating, so that's two more times I get to wear it! Hah Krueger is back in Ohio! Just not Springwood… he's in Amish Country.