They just forgot what they did, but I didn't, I could never forget. I remember everything! I wanted to be his favourite, not Nancy, but she was prettier than me, nicer and sweet, were I pushed down the kids I didn't like and didn't play with the others as much. I don't have some sad story to tell, my mothers doting and loving, my dad died when I was a baby, but my step dad Kenny is here, I call him daddy, but before you think anything bad, don't! he's the best dad I could hope for, my step brother, Tyler, looks out for me. So…I don't have a reason for the way I am,…I guess I'm just not right, fucked up, but the one thing I've always been,…is in love with Fred Kruger!
I've changed a lot since then, but not at all at the same time. My hair, once ebony black, I dyed a maroon colour just before my fifteenth and kept it that way, I kept it long, my heavy waves turning into curls at the ends. Not much can be don't about my skin shade, I've always been pail, my mom is to, when I was little she said we're descendants from a porcelain doll turned human, called Penny, originally the story of Pinocchio, she always puts spins on the everyday story. My eyes are an emerald green, bright and sparkling, my body is small, I've always been small, but I do have a nice pear, almost hourglass figure, but I'm anything but petite. Personality wise, my parents say I haven't changed at all, that I'm still bratty, strange, sarcastic and uninvolved, but that I have a sweet side, seeking for something and scared of childish things, that they think I'm perfect however I want to be. I know I'm lucky, a lot luckier than most, but I cant help this feeling, like something missing.
My family have become use to my nightmares, where I cry out in my sleep, that's why mom and daddy bought ear plugs and Tyler puts his headphones in before going to sleep. I smile at the blonde haired, blue eyed men, one with a slight beer gut and the other muscular, seeming to old to be living at home, then my mother, her hair the source of my raven locks, but her eyes are brown, I have my fathers eyes. I stand with a stretch and say "ok, I'm beat." I walk over to the couch and give a kiss to my parents and then walk to Tyler and do the same "night guys!" I shout pacing up the stairs "goodnight Alice" they said in unison, yeah my family is way to close.
I walk sleepily into my room, the red wall's bright, the white wood flooring contrasting with them, my teddy bears scattered all over the room, two by the TV, three on my window seat and a bunch on my shelves with my books, CD's and DVD's, but there only one on my twin bed, Mr Fred, who's a yellow fluffy duck, Tyler once asked me why he's my favourite and told him a friend gave him to me, mom knows its from Kruger, tried to throw it away once and I bit her so hard she bled. I crawl into bed, after plugging in my butterfly nightlight, and cuddle the duck closely as something else jumps on the bed with me and I smile as my while, brown patched cat curls around my foot to sleep "night Cookie." I say, drifting lightly.
My eyes snap open as I look around, I'm in a playground, a familiar playground, the children laughing and playing, a much younger me on the swings, in a purple sundress, may raven hair in two long braids. I smile at the image, a mans pushing me, he's in his early to mid thirties, his teeth pearly white, his eyes a mix of amber and hazel, he's tall, about six-two in height, not overly muscular, but obviously a man that works, his hair brown and short, but long enough to be messy. He's adorably handsome with a wide, sweet smile, that reassures people and makes them feel at ease. I lean on the side of the swing set, as the five year old me shouts "higher Freddy!" and they smile, but suddenly, like the cut of an old movie, the image changed.
The playground was empty, old and rusted, the earth overgrown and winding around it and the building, the pre-school, claiming it as its own. I look around and dust blows in the wind as I walk into the preschool and robotically find my way to Freddy's room, he moved in here after his wife left him, taking their little girl with her, he was twenty-seven then, I remember him telling me. I look around the messed up room and crawl onto his bed, the old mattress creaking with unfamiliar movement. I close my eyes as the scent of burning hits and a low, playful, scratchy voice whispers "Alice…," I open my eyes at the voice I haven't herd in so long only to find myself on the hard floor of a boiler room "what the hell?" I stand and look around curiously, but I'm abruptly shoved into a near wall face first "naughty Alice,…" as I'm turned what I see startles me, Freddy, his flesh disfigured and melted along his face, his soft hair gone, covered by a tweed hat, his smile more cruel than reassuring, but his eyes, still the same as ever and I say, tears in my eyes "Freddy?" I gasp and he says "miss me?" in a way that's meant to be taunting and vicious, but I just nod "very much." he seems shocked for a moment then scoffs "aw, did little Alice miss playing with me, THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT!" I look at him and whimper "I didn't say anything! I wouldn't, I promised! It was her, that fucking bitch Nancy, she told everyone to tell!" he looks at me, almost examining me.
A strange pulling feeling coat me as the room melts away, his hand still securely on my throat "let see!" he turned he head and there was a me, five years old with my mother and Daddy, both looking about to break down. A man, a detective walks in and asks "hey Alice, listen, I know you must be scared." but the young me just sits there, arms folded and defiant "no, I'm annoyed and mad!" the man leans into the child and asks "Alice please, if Mr Kruger hurt you, like he did your friends then you have to…" but he's cut off as the mini me stand, slamming her palms down on the table "Freddy would never hurt me! Their not my friends, their liars!" the detective sighs and asks "then what happened to your leg?" I look to the young ebony haired girl as she lies "it was my fault, I shouldn't have been playing with it." my mom looks at me and says "what happened baby?" and the child sobs "I found some spiky wire, I shouldn't have played jump with it." I remember that lie, the four claw marks down my leg "why don't you just leave Freddy alone!" she yells and the room melts back into the boiler room.
As he lets go of m neck he says "well, at least one of my children keeps their promises." he smiles and his face changes, back into the man from the park, I feel tears forming at my eyes as he opens his arms "come to Freddy." and I do, I run and rap my arms around him tight "I missed you so much!" and he strokes my hair with his gloved hand, making circles on my back with the other "oh Alice Thorn, who would have guessed? My good girl, my new number one!" he says to himself and I can feel his smirk into my hair and I smile. I'm his number one now!