That night I didn't bother fighting the sleep, Freddy could come all he wanted, but I sure as hell was going to take him down with me. Only... I didn't dream, whether Freddy was just busy or not, I didn't know. But I was woken by a heart wrenching scream making me jump from my bed and burst across from my room and into Glen's. There was blood everywhere and as I collapsed to my knees a scream sounded from my mom who had joined me at the door.
"Glen," I whimpered softly, finally completely defeated... there was no sorrow, no anger, just... emptiness.
And everything after that was a blur, the police were in and out of the house all night, and most of the next day. Some of them attempted to talk to me as I sat on the sofa in the lounge, my knees drawn up to my chest as I stared blankly in front of me. It wasn't until the next evening that Nancy's dad came to talk to me.
"I know it's hard to think at a time like this, Cassidy," he sighed, "But can you think of anyone who could've done such a thing?"
"He did it," I replied quietly yet firmly as my gaze locked on his, mom and dad standing next to him.
"Who? Who did it?" he persisted.
"Krueger," I replied seriously, "He killed Glen, Quentin, Dean, Rod and Tina and now he's coming for me and Nancy and it's all, your fault!" I was yelling now and I hadn't even noticed I was on my feet. "You killed him, burned him alive and he told you he'd be back for us but you DIDN'T LISTEN!"
"This is a flesh and blood killer we're talking about," dad started.
"Like Rod?" I snapped, "Rod didn't fucking kill anyone!"
"I found something, Donald," the coroner walked into the lounge as I slumped back into my seat, "Should remind you of something..." I looked up and in his hand was a thin steel blade, razor sharp and attached to some sort of ring and armature.
"Only place I ever heard of such a thing before was ten years ago," he continued, "Remember that fucker Fred Krueger?" With that Lt Thompson was out of the door like a shot.
"Cassidy dear?" Mom started but I just turned and gave her a blank look before I walked away from both my parents and out of the house, sitting myself on the curb outside.
Everything was still a buzz around me but I ignored it all, ignoring the sympathetic glances I received from the medics and police men. Ignoring the questions directed at me, instead my gaze locked on the house opposite me... the house in which my brother's girlfriend lived... the house that would always remind me about this terrible week.
Week! Would you believe it? It was only a week ago that everything was normal, that all my friends were alive that my brother was joking about Dean and Quentin being my boyfriends... a lone tear tracked down my cheek and I just sat there staring into nothingness.