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"Fred Krueger did it, Daddy. And only I can get him. It's my nightmare he comes to."
Nancy, 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' (1984)
I woke up screaming. Again.
Screaming and screaming, unable to get those visuals out of my head.
Stu's caved in and shattered skull.
Billy's glazed over eyes staring into my eyes.
Tatum's body, broken and lifeless.
God, how many times had I dreamed about it. How many times had I begged and pleaded with myself to make it go away. To forget about it.
But I couldn't. There was no way I could forget it.
My screams gradually died down, and I rolled out of bed, standing slowly, my legs shakey.
God, I was tired. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept decently. Before the murders definitely.
Before my world went to hell. Not everything was bad of course. I still had Randy. Sidney and I were there for each other. But, God, it was always so evident that Billy and Stu and Tatum were gone. Our friends were gone.
We were all soldiers, with the scars to show for it.
I moved out of my room, heading towards the bathroom.
A shower would help. Besides that, I still had to go to school. I still had to look like I was okay, and act like I was okay. I had to be okay to avoid the looks of pity and worry, because then I would really blow up on somebody.
I showered quickly, before getting dressed. I wore simple clothes, not bothering to really pay attention to what I was wearing.
I was ready quickly and went to leave before my mother had even woken up.
It was on my way out that I saw the big white envelope addressed to me, from Windsor College.
I froze, staring at it, half expecting it to disappear.
I snatched it up quickly, hope flaring in my chest for the first time in a very long time.
If I got it, I would be leaving Woodsboro. I would be leaving this town and hopefully the memories behind. I knew Randy had applied too, and so had Sidney, and with any luck we would get accepted.
But then, my luck hadn't been very good as of late.
I threw the envelope in my passener seat, before driving to Randy's house in a daze.
That's how my time was usually spent now, in a daze. Better than crying all the damn time. I knew, deep down, when I came out of whatever slump I was stuck in, things would be different. Excrutiatingly different. I would not be the same person I had been before this whole ordeal. This had always been apparent in my mind, since that night at home when I had been attacked. Even then though, I couldn't even try to predict how I would be affected. Then, I hadn't know that Billy and Stu were the killers. Then, I didn't know how heavily killing my two former friends would weigh on my mind. I hadn't realized just how much Stu's final words would affect me.
My mother had tried to put me into counseling after everything that had happened, but I would hear none of it. I was barely past the stage of admitting my problems to myself, and whatever problems I had, I would be the one to take care of them. I have never been the type of person to shove my problems and weaknesses into the hands of someone else, and besides that the simple fact remained that I had done what needed to be done, and unless whatever therapist my mother got me had ever ended a life then they couldn't even begin to understand my feelings. And they were just that. They were my feelings. Nobody else's.
I pulled up to Randy's house early and so I just sat there, finally resolving to turning my music on, and letting the soothing sound of Alanis Morrisette wash over me.
I sat there for nearly thirty minutes, until Randy came out at the usual time I was there to pick him up.
His front door opened and shut and I opened one eye, not even realizing that I had been dozing off. Well that was something at least. It was hard enough sleeping in my own room. I'd figured sleeping anywhere else would be impossible.
He opened my passenger door and got inside, giving me that grin of his.
I smiled back as best I could, but I'll be the first to admit that after everything, my smiles tended to come off as more of a grimace.
"What's this?"
He asked, pulling the envelope out from under him and holding it up.
"From Windsor. I haven't opened it yet."
He nodded slowly, before reaching into his bag and pulling out an identical envelope, only this one was adressed to Randall Meeks.
"I haven't opened mine either."
I stared at him for a moment, not quite sure what to say. No words left my mouth until finally…
"I'll open yours if you open mine."
Author's Note: There you haven't. The final installment of this particular story. To be quite honest I wasn't quite sure where I wanted to go with this epilogue of sorts, other than wanting it to set things up for the sequel, and to be honest I think it did that quite nicely. I'd like to thank all those who reviewed and followed and favorited this story. I know that the 'Scream' fandom isn't a huge one to write stories for, and so the fact that I got so many good reviews in this fandom is wonderful. I'm so proud of myself for finishing this story, and I can honestly say that I am proud of this story. I do know that I will start working on the sequel soon, so you can all be on watch for that. But, as of right now, as I'm typing these final words in this Author's Note, this story is complete. Oh, and for those that are interested this is the playlist I have compiled for this story: playlist?list=PLmbPRKEc6PnZXrHNbqB70VAaEXZ tEmKjQ&feature=mh_lolz