Ch. 12

My body was being shaken violently, and two pairs of hands held me, one larger than the other.

I couldn't see anything, for everything was black.

"MICHAEL! JASON! IT'S FREDDY! HE'S GONNA KILL ME!", I screamed in agony. Something heavy, and moving, was on top of me, and was quickly pulled off.

Whatever it was hit the floor with a, "Oomph!"

A hand removed itself from my body and curled around my head, as if to say, "I'm right here, Julia."

"Michael, or Jason?", I mumbled weakly, surprisingly calm, my brain swimming painfully from the weakness and the nausea.

I heard the "twang" of a kitchen knife.

Oh. Michael.

"Hey, Mike. Jason."

They stopped shaking me, and my eyes opened.

It was still dark outside, and I could see this because there was a window in my room.

I looked at their silhouettes, then down at my body; I couldn't really see much of anything.

I was so bloody. It hurt.

Then the thing on the floor moved; jumped up to attack me again.

Freddy.

I started to shriek, but Jason put his hand over my mouth.

Michael attacked him head-on, tackling him, and they fell to the floor, fighting.

I stared at Jason, my eyes saying, "WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?"

He looked at me, and shrugged, put his finger up to his mouth, as if to quiet me, and went to join Michael, who was currently getting punched in the head by Freddy.

Jason attacked Freddy and pulled him off of Michael. Together they fought and punched him until eventually Jason just picked him up and nonchalantly threw him out the window. We could hear him crash into a pile of wood, and his cry of "OW!" Then Freddy just got up and went off somewhere, grumbling to himself.

Jason and Michael leaned down behind the bed, and brought up a huge white something. I spooked at it, until I realized it was just a cloth. Since we had no doctor, it would have to do.

They gently uncovered my ribs and stomach, the damaged areas. Then Jason gently propped up my shoulders, so Michael could put it underneath me and bandage me. But Michael froze when he saw my ribs and stomach. Jason tensed when he saw just how bad the damage was.

Once Mike had finally wrapped the cloth around my middle for the last time, and tied the end into a knot, he replaced my bloody shirt and left the room.

What's his problem? , I thought.

Jason left the room after staying by my side for a few minutes, and came back with some painkillers and a glass of water. Soon after taking them, I fell asleep again.

I had a dreamless sleep, thank goodness, and when I woke up, I guessed Freddy had gone off somewhere or something, and now that he knew Michael and Jason would help me, he would have to come up with a more effective strategy to kill me. (Stupid thing to guess, huh?)

I woke up to the sound of something cooking, and got dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and my deck shoes. Then I went to the kitchen, and saw Michael making pancakes.

"You like to cook, don't you?", I asked him, sitting at the table.

A little, he wrote. Are you feeling any better?

"Yeah.", I lied. In truth, it hurt to get dressed, much less walk around with my middle bandaged up like this. The slices weren't deep enough to disembowel me, but they were deep enough to cause considerable damage that wasn't lethal. Plus it hurt like hell!

He'd seemed to completely forget about last night, and for that I was glad.

"Where's Jason?", I asked, having noticed that when I'd gone to sleep, Jason had been standing near me, and when I woke up, he was gone. That made me nervous and anxious.

Michael absentmindedly pointed to the door, looking at his pancakes, as if to say, "He's outside."

I went to the door, said, "Bye." (Michael nodded absentmindedly), and then I realized that this would be the first time I would go outside of the house since I'd gotten here.

Michael then waved at me frantically, as if to say, "I hope he doesn't make you his breakfast, because I'm making some right here." I nodded absentmindedly.

Well, here goes nothing., I thought, opening the door, going through it, and shutting it behind me. I turned around.