When I reached my house I opened the front door and ran right up the stairs. My mother was calling to me but I ignored her. I just didn't want to be around anyone. I skipped every other stair and ran down the hallway to my room. I could hear Mom running up the stairs after me. Despite the fact I knew she was coming I slammed my door shut and locked it.
I walked across the room and dropped face first down on my bed.
"Baby?" Mom said trying to door knob. "Open the door. I need to talk to you."
My only answer was to grunt into my black bedsheets. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to let her in.
"Fredrick," she said firmly. "Open the door."
She wouldn't go away. Once my Mom decided on doing something she won't back down. I climbed up off my bed and walked over to my door. I unlocked it and opened it. I didn't even look at my mother before I walked back over to my bed.
"I know you're upset," Mom said walking into the room. "But that's no reason to be mean to me."
"What do you want?" I asked crawling up my bed to hide my face in one of my pillows.
"I wanted to tell you I love you and how much you scared me today," My Mother said.
I felt the foot of the bed sink in a bit and I knew she had sat down. Silence followed her remark and I knew she wanted me to say something. I didn't know what to say so I remained silent.
"I'm afraid you'll do it again," she continued. "So I decided to nail your windows shut. I did while you were at school."
What! My mind screamed but no words come from my mouth. I was too shocked by it. She'd never done anything like this in the past before.
"It isn't that I don't trust you baby," Mom explained. "I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Whatever," I muttered into my pillows. I was surprised she even heard me.
"Don't give me a bad attitude," she snapped. "I'm only looking out for your wellbeing. I have to go to Westin Hills to work but I'm afraid you might do something stupid while I'm gone."
"Go!" I yelled. "Go to work! I'll be fine."
"Alright," Mom whispered and her voice was shaking slightly. "I'll be home late. You'll have to make yourself dinner. Mrs. Black from next door will be checking in once in a while."
Without another word my mother stood and left the room.
I felt guiltily the rest of the night. My mother was just looking out for me and I upset her like that. I spent most of my time in my room reading my comic books that night. I only ventured out to make a hot pocket at ten o'clock. Mrs. Black had just checked up on me for the last time.
Jimmy and Mark had been on my mind all day. If it wasn't against the law to kill someone I would off both of them. They didn't deserve to life. They had embarrassed tons of kids and more than likely caused a lot of them to get hurt. People like that made the world a bad place to live in.
Around eleven an unnamed urge pulled me to my bed and forced my eyes closed. The jerking feeling reappeared. Even though I had only felt this jerking feeling twice so far I was already starting to get used to it.
The room already me turned black and seemed to be spinning. The darkness let up slowly and I found myself lying on a patch of grass. I lifted my head up and looked around. I was on Elm street and it was nighttime. But there was no moon or stars out.
This must be a dream, I thought.
I got to my feet and looked around. I was half expecting those little girls to be there but they weren't. When I turned around I was surprised by what I found. It was my house. At least I thought it was my house.
The place was pretty run down and had bars on the windows. It looked like something Mom might do if I tried to sneak out again. I started to walk up to the house when I noticed Jimmy was standing in front of it.
"What are you doing in my dream?" I asked giving him a look of disgust.
"Your dream?" Jimmy laughed. "I was having a good dream until you came into it. Just like last time."
"Whatever," I said. "I know this is my dream and I plan on taking revenge."
"Too chicken to do it in real life?" Jimmy asked with a laugh.
"You're going to die for that one!" I yelled.
It must have scared Jimmy because he opened the door and ran into the house. I didn't hesitate to follow him. The inside of this house was even worse than the outside. If this house had been real it would had fallen down years ago.
I spotted Jimmy running down in the basement. I didn't follow him. Instead I walked into the kitchen. The kitchen was set up a little different than mine but I didn't have a hard time finding a large knife. It was about a foot long but was extremely thin. I walked back into the hallway and down into the basement.
Jimmy wasn't anywhere to be seen but I could hear him. A lone door stood open and it sounded like the noises where coming from there. I stepped through the door.
The boiler room. I was back there. The pipes were hissing around me and the room was filled with extreme heat. The last time I had been to this place in my dreams I had seen that creepy little girl.
This this was my dream did I really have to chase him? Wasn't I supposed to be able to do something I wanted? The second this thought passed through my head I felt myself being jerked forward. The world around me speed by.
"Shit!" I heard Jimmy curse.
I was standing right in front of him. Those dream tricks do work! Jimmy was backing himself into a wall and I was waving the knife.
"Don't do it Freddie," he begged as his back pressed against the wall. "It'll come back to bite you in the ass."
"I don't think so," I said bringing the knife down into his chest.
He cried out in pain as I withdrew the knife and slammed in back in. Blood was coming out of the wounds and was getting on my hands. This was just a dream so it didn't matter. I stabbed him over and over. The blood was rushing out in rivers.
Jimmy disappeared but the boiler room didn't. Everything started to get fuzzy. It was like I wasn't dreaming. I couldn't have been waking up because I didn't feel the jerking motion. It was like a memory long since passed. I blinked. Where Jimmy had been standing was a little girl. She didn't look over eight. I was stabbing her.
I gasp in disgust. There was no way I could kill a little kid. I tried to stop my hand. I couldn't stop it! It was like I wasn't control at all. I opened my hands in an attempt to drop the knife but nothing fell from my hands. I looked down in confusion.
There wasn't a knife in my hand. I was wearing a glove with four long blades sticking out of the fingers. The blades were cutting in the girl over and over. Long deep cuts. She was screaming. I screamed myself and closed my eyes.
"Freddie," a male voice whispered.
I opened my eyes to find myself staring at a badly cut up Jimmy. The fuzziness had left. He was looking up at me with glossed over eyes. In a matter of seconds he faded away and I was jerked forward.
My room come in focus and I took a grateful breath. That had been scary as hell. I had dreamed that I had murdered Jimmy and a little girl. After a second I realized I was holding something.
I took a chance and looked down. I couldn't hold in the scream when I saw I was holding a blood covered knife.