I had to take a break from this story for a few days. I started on a new story called Not the only one. It's a Secret Window fic. If you are interested please read it.
I figured that I would beat mom hope but I was wrong. I guess the school called her when I didn't show up. I had been so busy thinking about Freddy that I hadn't even thought about it. She was waiting for me at the front door.
"Where the hell have you been?" she asked. "When the school called I didn't know what to think. I was so worried and it got worse when I found out that Mark boy had died. I was so scared something had happened to you."
I knew better than to cut mom off when she was upset like that. You just had to let her get it out of her system.
"I'm fine mom," I stated. "I just needed a day off from school. Mark was blaming me for Jimmy's death and I didn't want to have to put up with it again."
"You won't have to baby," Mom explained. "That poor boy is dead."
"Poor boy?" I asked. "After what him and Jimmy did to me you are going to call him poor?"
"It was a joke," she said. "People don't deserve to die just because of a joke."
They don't? I didn't dare to say this out loud. It might have made me sound crazy but I couldn't help but wonder it. Maybe I had over reacted to the joke. It would have blown over after a few weeks.
I had killed someone over a joke. Realization was just starting to set in.
"I'm going to go lie down," I said already starting to walk towards my room. "I'm not feeling so hot."
"Are you ok?" Mom asked as I started to walk up the stairs.
"I don't think so," I whispered and walked into my bedroom.
Little did I know my mother was staring to get seriously worried about me.
I lay in bed awake most of the night. I was trying to sort everything out in my head. I was a murder. My victims thought I was some guy named Freddy Krueger. I had no idea who this guy was. My head was spinning from it all.
"Who is this guy?" I asked. "Dear god I have to know who this guy is and why everyone thinks I'm him. Why do I have this dream gift? Why do I feel tempted to kill again even though no one has done anything wrong to me."
As I said it realized I did want to kill again. I wanted to kill and kill until they locked me away in one of those rubber rooms. Why was a I feeling this way? Why can't I control myself anymore.
With a mind full of an answered question I feel into a dreamless sleep. I went to sleep praying my questions would be answered.
Not sure if this chapter was any good. I hope it was.