Hello all! I know, I know, I'm such a bad author! The last time I updated was around New Years or something. I am so sorry! But if you check out my profile frequently, I do update it and alert you on my projects and progress through my stories. If you need to email me to ask me a question or just simply want to talk to me, please email me at I try my best replying fast but if I'm not the fastest to reply to you, then please accept my apologies! Grr.. me is a very busy girl… eh… okay, hehe.
Jason-Voorhees-Bride, you asked me if I was inspired by Creepers-Jeepers? The answer is yes. I read her story and was inspired to write a fan fiction on Leatherface also but in my version and what I think might have really happened to him in his high school days. Also, this is ONLY based on his high school days. Unlike Creepers-Jeepers, I will not be writing about his college days or up until he grows up to be the menacing maniac we all fear. Although I am thinking about making a sequel to this story (again, check my profile for more details) but it'll date up to his killing days before or after he meets up with Erin and her gang. Well, you'll see.

NaniCoenand ChinaToyGal, I'm very sorry to disappoint the two of you but I'm afraid I can't add the both of you in my story. The reason I can't is because I already have the whole plot set up and all I have to do is write it. If I add one or two more characters, I'm afraid it'll mess up the whole plot I had in mind and screw everything up. Because of this, I fear I'll lose your interest and lose the whole plot of the story. Again, I'm very sorry but you could try out for a new story I plan to work on soon (more details in the profile). The only problem is you may or may not get picked. Once you read the directions on my profile, email me the information I need and keep your fingers crossed and hope that you'll be picked to be in my story!

Anyway, let me stop talking now and continue on to chapter four!

The sun was just creeping up behind the old tattered house that the Hewitts called "home". It was day two now in Thomas's living nightmare. Old Monty had already been awake chopping wood outside even before the sun even came out.

"EEARGH!"

Thomas opened an eye and stared at his broken window. The wood frame around the window was old and slowly beginning to rot away.

Outside, dark, dreary clouds gathered together. A raindrop fell from above like a tear and sunk into the wood.

"EEARGH!"

He perked up and threw the bed cover off of him. He yawned and stretched getting up slowly. The floorboards beneath him squeaked as he took slow and clumsy steps toward the window. His dark eyes then peered outside.

His father struggled a bit as he chopped at the wood with his mighty axe.

"EEARGH!"

Multiple raindrops soon fell from the sky beginning to soak Old Monty. Still, he clutched tightly at his axe and swung down hard. Then, he took another piece of wood, set it down and swung.

Thomas watched for a while until he suddenly felt a raindrop fall onto his hand. He looked down at it and lifted his arm, the raindrop sliding down his index finger slowly.

Old Monty took a breath, dropped his axe and turned around looking up at Thomas.

"Well boy, don't just stand there! Put some clothes on and help me!"

He obeyed and nodded while turning away and fetching something to wear.

The men worked hard chopping the wood all morning. The rain grew fierce pounding down hard at them both as they worked. Inside, Luda May had just woken up and was preparing breakfast.

"Thomas! Monty!"

She put down the plates on the table and poured orange juice into two glasses.

Sooner or later, Thomas charged into the house hungrily and sat himself down wolfing down the food.

He just seemed to grow hungrier and hungrier each day.

Old Monty followed Thomas taking his time walking into the kitchen.

"Monty, how could you make Thomas work so early like that? Especially out in the rain."

"He's a man, Luda May, he's not a baby."

"How could you say that? He's only fourteen!"

Old Monty cleared his throat harshly and glared.

"You baby him too much. We raised a man, not an infant."

"What kind of a father are ya!"

"And what kind of a mother are you, lady?"

Luda May's cheeks turned red with anger.

Thomas only watched the two. It annoyed him to have his parents almost always arguing, especially when they only argued over him. He never spoke when they argued. He never bothered interrupting them. He kept all of his thoughts to himself. Sometimes hfelt that he would explode. He kept all his boiling feelings inside of him.

"How dare you!"

"How dare I what, you bitch?"

Out of rage, he threw over the table, plates shattered, orange juice spilling, and a mess crashing down on the floor. He nearly blew smoke out of his nostrils as he growled, glaring over at his parents.

They both froze looking over at Thomas in shock and disbelief.

"Thomas…" Luda May began but when she opened her mouth again, she couldn't find the words to speak.

He took one last look of the both of them before storming out of the house walking to school.

There was still at least two hours before school began. He kicked at a small pebble and stared over at where he had thrown Tammy yesterday. If that girl messed with him again, he'd beat the crap out of her today.

He wandered around the school building, bored and not knowing what to do. One thing he did know is that he definitely didn't want to turn back and go back home. Those two were probably still arguing.

He sat down a bench leaning forward resting his chin on the palm of his hand. He closed his eyes and sighed gently. When will his nightmare end? When? When?

It was still raining only not as hard as before. Still, the rain came down and soaked Thomas once more. He didn't care. The rain wouldn't hurt him. The rain is harmless. People, though… his classmates… they hurt him. Compared to rain, people are the worst things ever created. At least that's what he thought.

The soft gentle breeze and wind calmed him, but what calmed him even more was…

He opened his eyes and looked up. He heard someone singing… a girl. She sang so sweet and softly it was almost heard as a mere whisper. It sounded so peaceful… so relaxing… but who was that? Who was that singing?

He stood up slowly looking around for that voice. Then slowly, he took a step forward taking careful steps toward the swings. Then he saw her; a girl with straight, long brown hair passing below her shoulders. She had beautiful green eyes and she looked down at her feet as she sat on the swing. Her voice struck Thomas like a thousand angels.

Without hesitating, he walked towards her. She did not even look up when his large shadow cast over hers.

"Yes?" She said and stopped singing. "Who's there?"

Finally she looked up but not directly at Thomas's face.

He shook his head at her shifting his weight on his feet.

"Yes? Is somebody there?"

Something was wrong here; but it was easy even for Thomas to see that this girl was blind.

I know this probably isn't any fun for you! The fact that nothing really good or important happened in this chapter and that I'm letting you wait what happens to this poor little blind girl! But I will try my best to update soon!