So, I watched Friday the 13th part VII: the new blood, and decided to use some characters to explain why Erin was in such a hurry to leave New Jersey. Thanks for reading and don't forget to R & R. Creepy hugs! (I don't own anything, sadly)

To say she was tired, wasn't enough. After the good and extremely welcome meal, she excused herself from Ann's house and she went right to her new home, just to unpack some of the boxes from her car.

Locking the door and shooting all the curtains down, she let out the rain and putting some music she slowly took off her wet clothes to the rime of love her by seether. Sitting in the bath tub, singing almost whispering, Erin closed her eyes and thought about New Jersey.

A brilliant student, every single one of her teachers would have told.

She used to have colorful strikes in her brown and soft hair. Pierced ears and navel, and the biggest difference… Everyone used to like her. The song ended with a click and other song started at the moment.

Dr. Erin Deschain, the plaque outside her office said. A brilliant doctor, and the favorite employee of Dr. Crews. At the young age of 23 she was the one in charge when the doctor was gone.

That was until Tina's accident... Well she knew it was no accident, and she tried to stop it too.

When everyone knew what happened, the love and trust for her was gone in a blink. Everyone believed she knew about the doctor plans, and no one believed her.

Soon she was unemployed, things were thrown against her house and she had to move back with her mother; the worst thing about it, if you asked her. She opened her eyes when she remembered the slap she received when her mother opened the door.

"Just like the old days" Erin said out loud, surprised by her own voice, she opened the shampoo bottle and washing her long hair, New Jersey was out of her mind in a few minutes.

Using a long hoodie and with her hair still wet, Erin went straight to bed, hugging the blankets tight around her, she fall asleep with music still on…

My shadow's

Shedding skin and

I've been picking , Scabs again.

It was dark hallway; she read her name on the plaque of her old office. With trembling fingers, she touched the door and opened it slowly. It was pitch dark, a rare smell coming from the inside.

I'm down

Digging through

My old muscles

Looking for a clue.

Erin was scared; something was waiting for her in the dark. She kept walking, and the door shut closed behind her.

I've been crawling on my belly

Clearing out what could've been.

I've been wallowing in my own confused

And insecure delusions

For a piece to cross me over

Something was there, she knew. Her eyes were accepting the lack of light and she distingue her desk. Touching the dark edge of the wood, she saw her hand; covered in crimson blood and the smell…God! That disgusting smell. That thing, that person was watching her from the dark. "Behind my desk" she thought.

Or a word to guide me in.

I wanna feel the changes coming down.

I wanna know what I've been hiding in

It was a man. "Doctor Crew… doc…" the man turned around; all she could tell was that he was tall, long hair, he was using a mask and he was waiting for her

My shadow.

Change is coming through my shadow.

My shadow's shedding skin

I've been picking

My scabs again.

He offered his big hand, and Erin hypnotize as she was feeling, took it without doubt. Big callous hands, holding her fragile and soft ones. She walked to his side and looked at the door.

They were no longer in the office, but in a place full of trees and beneath their feet thousands of bodies were laying… her bloody hands still holding his

I choose to live and to

Grow, take and give and to

Move, learn and love and to

Cry, kill and die and to

Be paranoid and to

Lie, hate and fear and to

Do what it takes to move through.

She wanted to hold that hand harder, she was afraid and lost… and the smell, it was driving her insane. Suddenly there was no hand to hold any longer. She turned around quickly, to ask for help, to ask for someone alive…

See my shadow changing,

Stretching up and over me.

Soften this old armor.

Something was soaking her clothes, she looked up to a bloody crimson rain.

Hoping I can clear the way

By stepping through my shadow,

Coming out the other side.

When she looked down,she saw a huge wolf running at her; saliva and blood dripping from his mouth. Crimson rain making his white fur almost red. Her feet were glued to the ground, her heart racing faster and faster, she couldn't run… So she opened her arms

Step into the shadow.

Forty six and two are just ahead of me.

The wolf jumped and she woke up.

Shaking and sweating, she convinced herself that it was just a dream. Turning off the music, Erin crawled to her, promising to never fell asleep listening tool. Maybe she didn't like that band anymore.