Own Freddy and Elm Street and all those things, I do not. Based on real life people, are Saphy and TJ and Kris. Own Ginny, I do. Yoda, I am speaking like. Own him, I do not, either. Sue me, do not. Money, I am not making. Stiff you, I would, anyway.

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The next day came. Ginny was nervous and she couldn't hide it.

She tried to act as if nothing was wrong. She tried to be calm and cool and just there, really, as was her usual personality… but she couldn't do it. All day she spent walking into things, dozing off, being easily frightened, and completely blocking out the world repeatedly…

It was hard to act normal when the end was so near.

Of course, TJ and Saphy pretended they didn't notice. They were afraid of her. They thought she was going to kill them… especially Saphy… Saphy was totally terrified and hateful towards Ginny… TJ, on the other hand, was more quietly unsure and full of pity.

Both of them – and their attitudes – didn't help much.

Some time around 3:45, Mrs. Dana came into the living room – dressed once again in the familiar drag rags Ginny had become so accustomed to – and asked who was going to go with her to the store. Eagerly, both TJ and Saphy jumped up to request they come… while Ginny store off into oblivion, resting her head against one hand, her body slumped into the couch.

Helena had forced her out of her mind by repeating her name over and over again until Ginny finally responded, and then asked her if she would like to come. But her face was so deeply etched in concern – even the beady little eyes that were almost perfect circles, like buttons, seemed animated in that.

Ginny simply said "No." and returned to her brooding…

Now, they had been gone roughly twelve minutes, when the phone rang.

The awful, high pitch noise was just the thing to snap Ginny out her daze… she looked at it, watched it ring, watched it… and a thought that had compulsively been repeating in her mind all day came again:

I am going to die tonight…

Ginny tried to ignore it, as much as she'd tried to ignore it all day, and scooted over to the opposite end of the couch. She held her hand over the phone, letting it ring out one last time, and then picked it up and lifted it to her ear, slowly.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is Montgomery County Community Mental Health Institution," Ginny heart exploded in her chest… and then stopped… and she couldn't breathe. "I am Doctor Evan Foster," she already knew who it was. She'd know that voice no matter where it came from. She'd heard it every day of her life for nine years. "I'm looking for a Miss Helena Dana?"

He pronounced her name carefully. He was always so anal about everything… everything had to be perfect… everything had to be clean… even his patients… and if they weren't… she shuddered. The memory was horrible in her head.

Without knowing it, she'd jumped up to her feet and was now standing beside the couch. Her free arm was wrapped around her body and she was hunched over herself, a little bit. She began to tremble, now, uncontrollably. Her veins were running with ice… and it wasn't because she was dressed only in a plain black fitted tee and denim short shorts that were a little bit too short to be quite decent in November.

She dug her white sock clad toes into the fibers of the pale white/gray carpet and tried to think of what to do, her mind racing at a thousand miles and hour.

"Hello?" Dr. Foster repeated, and she burst.

"Hello, I aim Mizz Dana," she said, trying to imitate Helena's Swiss accent. She didn't do that bad a job, either. "May I be asking what this is for?"

"It's one of the girls in your care, Mrs. Dana," Dr. Foster said gravely. "A Gabrielle "Ginny" Jenks."

"Oh!" Ginny faked being shocked. "Is there something the matter with girl?"

"Well, as you know she was with us for a rather long time…"

"Yes."

"And you know why?"

"Yes."

"Well… we've heard of some… resent deaths in the area…"

"Yes."

"I've been lead to believe that one of them was another girl in the household?"

"Yes."

"And that the two of them had been fighting prior to the incident?"

Without thinking, Ginny said again: "Yes." And then silently cursed herself for her stupidity. She was too scared… she'd never been so scared before in all her life.

"And that another girl in the household had received… somewhat life-threatening injuries?"

"Yes."

"Were Ms. Jenks and this girl fighting prior to this incident, as well?"

"No." Ginny forced herself to exhale.

"Oh?" Dr. Foster paused for a moment. "Well, um… I know this may come as a shock to you but… I'd like to see Ms. Jenks again."

Ginny felt, in that moment, everything inside her explode. "W-why?" she forced herself to maintain her masquerade. Her very life may depend on it.

"We… we're thinking it might be best if we take her back into the institution. It is entirely possible that she is infact no yet sane… but of course, first, we must make sure that our grounds are just before we can take her back in… so first we have to talk to her, alright?"

Ginny couldn't breathe. She couldn't answer. It wasn't her who said "Yes." But the word was uttered in her voice, her voice impersonating Mrs. Dana's, and it came from her open mouth.

"So, could you bring her down this coming Saturday?" the day was Tuesday. "Just tell her it's a scheduled check up…"

Ginny knew that they had scheduled check ups every six months… she had only been out two.

"Yes." She couldn't say anything else.

"Alright, well thank you!" Dr. Foster's voice was gay, now.

"Yes."

The line went dead.

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Ginny crumbled to the floor, allowing the phone to fall with her.

They were going to take her back… Oh God! They were going to take her back! They were going to lock her up in there again! In that horrible place! That horrible place! It was worse then Hell!

She couldn't breathe. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. No! No, no, no! It was all wrong!

She ran her hands through her long candy blue and strawberry blonde striped hair. Her gray marble eyes felt as if they were coals, on fire, somehow.

She couldn't breathe… and she didn't even care.

They were going to lock her up again… there was no saving her… there was nothing she could do… they were going to throw her in that horrid place and keep her there for the rest of her life. She knew they were.

She let her hair go free and dropped her hands back down and hugged her knees tight to her body. The long, lightly colored hair fell over her face as if trying to shield her from the world.

They're going to take me again… and there going to lock me away, forever this time…

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Nightfall.

Ginny looked out the window of her bedroom, watching the still and silent darkness in all of its beauties and its horrors… it was a perfectly black night – the clouds blocking out even the dimmest flicker of light from the stars or the moon, though rain was not expected… what a perfect night to wisp her from this world.

It was only a little after eight… so the girls wouldn't be up to bed for another four hours… that was best. Ginny couldn't stand it if they were there when she went to sleep. It was something her mind – in its current state – could not divine.

Quietly, almost mindlessly, like a programmed robot, she turned from the window… stripped off her T-shirt and shorts and slipped into her nightclothes; sky-blue short pajama shorts and tank top with little puffy white clouds on them.

After that, she padded over to the closet and pawed around on the ground for her bottle of sleeping pills. TJ had thrown a big pile of her clothes right on the floor so it was rather hard to find anything, in there, now.

Eventually, Ginny found the pills, and the padded back a crossed the room, to her bottom bunk, and sat down on the edge of her bed. She was staring at the bottle, but not really seeing it at all.

Okay, she thought; the way I see it, I have two choices… I can survive here, tonight, and spend the rest of my life afterwards locked in a mental institution for things I never had control over… or, Freddy will kill me after he takes my power… no… he wouldn't do that… so that's that eliminated… but there's still one more choice I have.

She turned the bottle, in her hands, until she reached the side where the directions were.

I can take control myself… I can make it end here tonight… and these babies can help me assure that.

She was not reading the directions… but, rather, reading what it said right above it over and over and over and over again: –

"WARNING: Do not take more then 4 pills within a 48 hour time span; could result in death. If more then 4 pills are taken within this time span; see medical doctor at once."

I can take control.

A deep breath taken...

She wanted it to end… she wanted it to end very badly… but did she really want it that badly?

I can take control… I will take control.

She held her breath and began to pull at the top, silently damning childproof caps… the pop of when it finally came open would almost send her heart rocketing out of her chest… but she digressed.

The little white pills – inside the bottle – store up at her much rather then her staring down at them. Little tablets of sleep… little tablets of death… the more you take; the more you die.

I can do this. I will do this. I can take control. I will take control.

Finally, she couldn't hold her breath any longer… she let it out and then gasped in a new breath… then… silent, again.

It ends here tonight.

Finally, she pressed the open bottle to her lips and threw her head back. The pills spilt into her mouth. She tried, carefully, to swallow one at a time… and not count… never count… just swallow.

It seemed she been sitting there for eternity, though it was probably not long at all, until the very last pill in the bottle was inside her body and, soon, to have it's powerful medicine coursing through her veins.

She brought the bottle – not to mention her head – down again… her marble gray eyes staring down inside of it… empty… empty… it'd been more then half full… now it was empty.

It ends here tonight.

And, at that very moment, the door burst open. Ginny gasped, the pill bottle crashing to the floor and rolling away, her eyes shot to the door.

TJ stood in its frame, looking ungodly beautiful in a bright red Mickey Mouse tank top and clean, dark blue jeans, her golden hair tied back in a low ponytail. Her blue/green eyes followed the pill bottle as it rolled along the floor until it came to a stop. Her lips moved, nonetheless, saying: "Uh, G-Ginny… Kris is outside… he wants to see you."

Ginny paused for a long moment. What she'd just done melted from her mind, as TJ grew silent.

Kris! She hadn't thought of Kris. She hadn't even seen Kris since his little brother died… and now he'd come to see her.

Without a word; Ginny stood up, grabbed the first garment off the floor that was hers – an earthy brown cardigan sweater – and pushed past TJ, buttoning it as she went.

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Kris stood by the steps of the front porch, his back to the endless darkness of the night that tore down Elm Street. Ginny flicked on the porch light and stepped outside, shutting the heavy wooden door behind her. Kris looked like a ghost in the dim light.

There was silence for a long time. It was incredibly cold outside for what Ginny being bare-legged, but she didn't feel it. Her heart was too heavy and she was feeling feverish as the pills were beginning their effects. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, nonetheless.

"Hey," Kris said, finally.

"… How did you know?" Ginny asked, her voice was just above a whisper.

"Know what?"

"Tonight… it's the night."

"You mean…?"

"Yeah…"

Another pause.

"So you're going to destroy him," Kris's brow rose, questioningly. "Right?"

"No." Ginny said quietly.

"What?" Now both of Kris's brows rose, in shock. "You can't be serious…"

"I am."

"Well… why? Or, why not?"

"Freddy is my friend."

"Ginny!" And then Kris was right in front of her… his hands grabbed her shoulders; his eyes were twisted in confusion. "Freddy killed Donovan… and he killed Mei… that's what he does! Freddy Krueger is a killer… he's the Springwood Slasher… and you're being blamed for everything… every horrible thing he does. Without him; you would have had a normal life… and a family… and friends…"

"Without him, I would not exist." Ginny interrupted. "Jeanie made me from him. I am a part of him. I'm not even real."

"That's not true!" Kris cried. "You can feel… and I can feel you… you are real. Your past doesn't matter. You can change everything now… you can destroy him."

Ginny shook her head, lightly, her blue and blonde hair falling in her face… but she didn't say a word… because how beautiful his words sounded to her… how much she wanted that to be true… but she couldn't change her game plan now… could she?

"Destroy him," Kris pressed, grasping her head by both sides and forcing her to face him. "Let it be done… once he's gone; you can be real."

Ginny pulled away. He'd just completely shattered the entire plan she'd had… but as she turned, slowly, to head for the door, she felt the pills throbbing in her blood… all her limps became weak and she fell to her knees.

A startled cry from Kris in the backgrounds… her own heart-pounding like thunder in her head… and every limb in her body getting heavier and heavier by the second.

"Shit," she breathed. "Shit… shit… shit… fuck…"

Too late… she was slipping into darkness fast… the sound of Kris's voice and the feel of his hands, one on her back and the other on her shoulder, and the knowledge of his presence as he knelt close beside her; all were muffled, like listening from above water to someone who is talking under water, and fading… all was fading… and everything was lost in it… the darkness of the sleep where everything would be decided, once and for all… Freddy, here we come.