Nearly an hour had passed and Cook still hadn't managed to get her to unlock the door. Not even her talking to, what he thought was an imaginary Freddy, had helped. Nothing so far had worked and he was running out of ideas.

Things had been completely silent for a while now, he had slumped down by the side of the door, hoping that she would eventually give in and come out of the bathroom.

He had almost began to settle down by the door when he heard her yell suddenly from the other side of the door.

"No! Don't you fucking dare Freddy! If you disappear forever I will do it! If you think I'm lying then try me. I have the blade ready in my hands! If you leave me here alone then I will do it!" She yelled furiously.

He bloody knew it was Freddy that she had been talking to. Hearing her words though, he instantly jumped to his feet and began thumping his fist against the door for the second time since she had been in there. There was no way he was going to let her attempt suicide again. That was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place.

"Effy open the fucking door! Now! I swear to God if you even make one little cut I will rip this door off its hinges." He shouted, hoping that she would take him seriously.

"Fuck you Cook! As long as Freddy is leaving forever, I'm gonna do it..." She yelled back, standing her ground.

By now, it was clear to him that she was serious. This left him with no other choice. He backed away from the door, and once he decided that he was far enough he made a charge for it, slamming his body into the door at full force. It burst open as the lock shattered and just in time too. He caught sight of her just as she put the blade to her wrist, and instantly stormed up to her, knocking the blade out of her hand. This caused it to fly across the room, smack into the wall and fall to the floor.

Quickly, before she could do anything else, he grabbed her in a grip that she would not be able to break. He felt horrible for doing so. It felt like he was hurting her. But what was he supposed to do? Let her pick the blade up and cut, because that would hurt a lot more.

"Fucking stop it Ef! Freddy is gone! Dead! He isn't coming back and quite frankly I think that is for the best, because as long as he is still haunting you, you can't move on. Please stop this and let me help you. Give me a chance." Cook pleaded as a last attempt to win her over. He had nothing else left to say, he only hoped that his words were enough to break through to her.

She didn't want to give him a chance, but she knew as long as he was restraining her, that she didn't have much of a choice. He wouldn't let her go if he knew that she would just pick up the blade.

However his words had hit her differently. Could he be right? Was seeing Freddy really dragging her down and holding her back? Freddy had said it himself. It was time for her to move on.

Could both of them really be right?

She supposed that she also couldn't really blame Cook for the events of last night. It takes two to tango and the fault was just as much hers as his. Maybe he was right. Maybe he did deserve a chance. There was no one else who really understood her, after all. He was the only one who even stood a chance at helping her.

That thought alone, made her decide.

"Alright. I'll let you help. Only because I think...you may be right about this whole situation." She stated, finally giving in, much to his relief.