I didn't sleep any the second night that I was in Westin Hills. I just kept rolling around in bed and thinking everything over. Dr. Palker was right in saying that I didn't have to kill. I did have a choice in the matter. No one was making me hurt anyone.
"I have to kill," I said out loud. "The town of Springwood deserves it for what they did to me. Man, I can hold a grudge for a long time. It's been so many years."
The bed creaked underneath me as I rolled around. I couldn't stay still with all these thoughts flying through my mind. It was too much to handle at once. Maybe a nice walk would help sort things out.
Without understanding why I grabbed a pad of paper, a pen, and the hat I had gotten from the goodwil. My hands seemed to understand why and that made me happy.
I got out of bed and walked out of my room. I wasn't under tight watch. After all Dr. Palker was the only one who knew what I had done. If he put me under tight watch there would be too many questions. At least that's what I figured.
The hallways were quiet and it looked like I was the only one who was up. That was expected. The time was getting close to one in the morning. I didn't really know where I was going. My feet seemed to be leading the way.
"Where are we going feet?" I asked as if my feet could answer.
They started to move faster and I raised an eyebrow. They were leading me up flights of stairs. I didn't try to stop them as I found myself climbing more and more stairs. Suddenly I got an odd feeling in my stomach.
"Why am I walking up so many stairs?" I asked myself.
My feet came to a sudden halt. It seemed like I had gotten to the highest part of the building that I could get to. I walked to the other side of the room and looked out one of the windows. From the view out of the window I could see just how high off the ground I was.
I suddenly understood why I had grabbed the pen and paper. I sat down on the floor next to the window and started to write.
Dear Mom and the rest of the world,
I know what I have to do. If I kill myself then all this will end. I wouldn't have to fight this urge to kill and no one else will get hurt. Please tell Jimmy and Mark's parents that I am very sorry for what I did to their sons.
Mom. Please don't take this too hard. I want you to know that you didn't do anything wrong and that I love you very much. I would like you to bury the hat this note is with in my coffin. It means more to me than you'll ever understand.
Love,
Freddie.
I put the pad of paper right next to hat on the floor and climbed into the window frame.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked myself.
Yes. I did want to do this. It was the only way. No one else would get hurt. There were tears flowing down my checks. I wasn't sure if they were from guilty, sadness or fear. I brushed them away stepped out of the window.
I felt a rush of air and could hear someone singing.
"One two Freddy's coming for you,
Three four better lock your door."
The ground was coming closer but it seemed like everything had slowed down. I was moving so slowly.
"Five six Grab your crucifix,
Seven eight stay up late."
My heart was raising as the ground was only a few feet away from me and the singing was getting louder.
"Nine ten never sleep again."
Those were the last words I heard before my world went dark.
THE END
What do you think? I tried to keep it from getting too sappy by putting the song in. I hope I did good. It was shorter than I planned but I think it covered everything well.