Cara woke within the confinds of her bed, dripping with sweat, panting for air. She looked around and realized she was awake, safe and away from that creepy man. She crawled out of bed and walked to her bathroom to wash her face from the sweat. Suddently she sucked in air quickly as the sweat flowed down her cheeks. She looked into the mirror and her eyes grew wide and she saw a small cut across her cheekbone. She stared in wonder, trying to piece together how would a cut in a dream show on her face now? She shook her head and dried her face off, turned the light out and returned to bed. As she layed trying to sleep, she wanted to know who that was; this thing who was very familiar with her not only by name but by body.

Cara woke to her phone,"I heard your married to your house carpenter. Your love will never be mine..." She held the phone up and saw that her only brother, Mark was calling.

"Yeah?" she replied groggy.

"What in the hell are you doing still in bed? You do know I'm on my way to pick your ass up?"

"Pick me up, for what?" questioned Cara.

She heard the impatience in Mark's voice. "You forgot already. Damnit Caroline, I told you I had to pick you up to help me with my engagement to Teresa. As always you tend to forget everything." Mark sighed after ranting to his little sister. Cara squinted and tried to remember, finally she did.

"FUCK! I'm so sorry Mark. I'm getting up now and getting dressed. I'll be ready in 5 minutes." She hung up the phone and rushed out of bed and ran to her closet. She grabbed a pair of jeans, a green tank top with a white overshirt she tied in front. She brushed her red flowing hair frantically, running into self-made tangles which made her growl in pain. She sprayed some musky vanilla body mist and grabbed her purse and dashed out of her room. She jumped the stairs and landed on her feet in front of the door. Putting on her shoes, she was out the door with Mark waiting on her in front of the house. She jumped into his blue convertible and he took off, squealing his tires as he acelerated.

"Cara, you have gotta get something straight here," Mark explained, "Whether you are huffing duster or smoking too much reefer, you have to realize that when I ask you of something I put full confidence in you. When you let me down, you always have the same reasoning; 'oh I forgot' and that really pisses me off. You are my little sister and I love you, but your memory needs to be rekindled."

"I guess so, Mark," replied Cara as she stared at her hands in her lap. She knew that she had a problems since she was younger. Ever since she left the pre-school in Springfield, she couldn't remember hardly anything when she was younger. Her birthday parties, if she had any or anything that seemed to be a blur.

The drive seemed like forever and Cara felt herself drifting into sleep. The motion of the ride was relaxing. The vibrations from the road put her into a trance that felt like she was floating. Her eyelids began to fall but she soon caught them. The air was different; feeling rather thick and humid.

"Hey, Mark, when were we suppose to get rain?It just got really humid." She looked down at her lap and saw drops of blood on her jeans. She checked her face and saw her cheek was open and seeping blood.

"What's a matter, Cara...hot enough for you?" asked the raspy voice. Cara turned and screamed as she saw the same brown fedora hat turned down onto his face. Terrified she gazed upon the burns and smooth skin that was erie to the eye. His scared hand was gripping the steering wheel of what was suppose to be a convertible, now looked like a torture trap, full of straps and spikes. The backseat was a hole with burning embers surrounding, with steam bellowing from the bottom. She gathered legs and bent them to be in the seat. She felt his gloved hand grab the back of her soft hair. She yelped and tried to take his hand away. but he flicked his index finger cutting the bottom part of her hand. She pulled it back and cradled her injured hand in front of her.

"Do you remember me now, piggy?" he asked horsely.

"Wh-Who are you?," she asked shaking. He laughed boastfully and tossed his head back, revealing his ice blue eyes looking up into the abyss of nothing.

"Ya know, bitch? I'll give you a freebee this time. Next you better know who I am or I'll dig enough into your head, that it would be impossible to forget me." He pulled her closer, close enough she felt his horrid breath up on her nostrils. He studied her face. "My name ...is Freddy Kruegar; the man of your dreams." He licked her cheek and felt the sting of his acid-like salive hit her cut. She whimpered in his grasp and he chuckled to her pain.

"Next time, you better know me. I've got something in store for you. Time to wake up, princess. Your brother wants you." With the flick of his blades she woke up to Mark, talking to his fiance on his cell phone.

"Yeah, babe. I got her with me. We are just caught up in traffic. I'll be there soon. I love you, too." He hung up the phone and looked over at Cara, who was tending to her cheek.

"What did you do to your cheek?That looks real bad,"

"Oh, it's nothing. I hurt it when I was trying to move things around in the house," she replied, thinking of something more elaborate to cover for the real reason. She turned her head toward the outside world, flying pass her at 80 mph. She knew that today was not going to be her day.