She's got a smile that
it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where
everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then
when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And
if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet
child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of
the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look
into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for
the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet
child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine -
Guns N Roses
In just a pure split second everything had happened. Alice one moment was in the dream, sitting on a rooftop down below and being showered in blood. Next she was being shook awake by her worried father and then it hit her like a bullet going right into her flesh at a million miles a second.
Joey was dead.
No, God wouldn't do this to her, he couldn't be that cruel.
But she knew, the second that powerful force hit her and she awoke she knew he had been taken like the others.
Screaming the windows exploded without any warning, her fish tank gusted out water and flapping fish onto her carpet soaking it, and huge clumps of glass flew all over the two of them as her father covered her in pure panic.
Now it was over.
They laid there for a few minutes before her father lifted his head and slowly looked around.
Outside a car alarm was going off…a dog barked and then it stopped.
Alice could see it was nightfall, in fact her alarm clock which sat on the nightstand beside her read that it was a little after eight.
She had been asleep for almost five hours.
"Alice, oh my God Alice are you okay?"
Alice couldn't speak…she knew what had happened.
Looking up at her father she burst into tears and covered her face. Unknowing what to do her father jumped off her bed and rushed to call 911. As she laid there a million flashes of his face appeared before her and she knew Freddy had won.
Having a complete nervous breakdown by the time the paramedics arrived she was sobbing uncontrollably and clutching to her father, repeating the same words over and over again.
"He's dead, he killed him."
They rushed to the hospital as her father explained that someone must of shot out the windows outside and the hard sound of sirens filled her ears as snapped her eyes shut and cried until her heart thought it would break. They tried to sedate her but she threw the syringe across the cab of the ambulance and it shattered against one of the walls.
Finally she past out right before they arrived at the hospital.
She didn't dream she only saw quick flashes as if a photo was being taken. Some were of her mother, memories of when she was younger. Others of growing up with Rick. Then it faded out as her weak eye lids fluttered and she found herself in a hospital bed, Debbie looking worried as hell in a chair beside her.
"Debbie…"
Debbie straighten up in her chair and took her hand with hers.
"Hey hon, how are you holding up?"
"Joey…"
"What?"
"Joey, where's Joey."
Just then the doctor who must have treated her entered the doorway with Alice's file.
"Hello Alice, I'm Dr. Lexton, you in the hospital…and your going to be fine."
Alice looked around the darkened hospital and then back at the doctor.
"What was I brought in here for?"
"It seems as if you had a little accident at home, we were really worried about you."
"Joey…where is he?"
Debbie eyed the doctor who walked to the foot of her bed and sighed.
"I'm afraid Mr. Crusel died a few hours ago due to an aneurism."
Alice tried sitting up in bed but felt dizzy.
"No…"
She started to slowly shake her head.
"Alice please understand that…"
"No!"
Debbie stood up and went to Alice, holding her as she began to weep against her shoulder. Joey couldn't be dead…she loved him.
The doctor watched and knew the girl's father was talking to the police.
It was true, the boy had died.
Alice kept crying against her friend…she was now alone and was going to die.