Hey guys! Sorry to keep you waiting, but I was distracted by books and got sidetracked. Anyways I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 4

What's happening to me?

Once we started walking down the long and creepy halls, I notice the walls start to change. I didn't know the dream world can really be strange. Oh wait, I forgot, we are in his world, not ours. Great. Aren't we supposed to be able to control our dreams, not him? I guess when he's around, it's a different story.

I kept on walking, until I bumped into Nancy's back, causing me to hit my nose against her. I step back and try to rub the pain away. That really smarts. Maybe next time I should watch where I'm going rather than stare at the walls. I hate that I'm clumsy. Me and my stupid clumsiness let me to this result.

I was going to say something hateful to her, but I notice her just standing there. "Nancy?" she shushes me.

I feel my blood start to boil. Seriously? How rude can she be? I was never this rude to her, even if I met her two days ago. What gives her the right to do so? I was about to give her a piece of my mind, but she spoke before I could.

"Do you hear that?" I didn't even know what she was talking about.

I decide it would be best to close my eyes and listen with my ears. When I do so, I hear pounding of… base? Is there some music going on? I hear a voice singing, but I can't really make out the words. It sounds very upbeat.

"Come on." I open my eyes and see her running down the hall.

Great, now I'm going to have to run to catch up to her. I try to follow behind her, but she's just too fast. I always sucked at running. I remember taking track when I was younger. Not fun and not something I really like to talk about. In other words, it is the worse memory to ever have. The music gets louder and the base pumps harder. I can tell we are getting close. Nancy makes a left turn and that's when I can fully hear the music now. We end up walking up on a group of people, the size of a club, jamming out, along with a DJ, to Selena Gomez's song called Slow Down. I don't blame them. I would dance to this all night long.

"We got to spread out and search for Quentin." I look at her and nod. She wants to find him as much as I do.

He's got to be here somewhere right? Why wouldn't he? I go to the right as Nancy goes to the left. I hear her call out his name in the crowd. Like that would help, but what choice do we have. Minutes passed by and no luck. Most people would just give up. I would call them cowards. As for me, I'm not like them.

"Quentin!" I call out as loud as I can. Hopefully he can hear me.

"Hey." I turn around expecting to hear him, but it's not.

He's one of those tall, dark, and handsome guys. By dark I mean dark hair, like jet black. Usually guys would have short hair, but his is long. It stops at his shoulders. I remember when I was younger my dream guy had long hair, but seeing him in the dream world is strange. I stare into his blue eyes. Reminding me of someone, but I can seem to remember. My mind feels foggy. What's happening to me? I know a few moments ago I was just looking for someone, but who?

"Hey." I notice my voice sounds shallow. Why am I acting shy around this guy?

This doesn't feel right, but I can't seem to pull away from his stare. It's like I'm in a trance. What is he doing to me? My mind stops racing when his fingers intertwine with mine. My heart starts to beat hard.

"What's your name?" He whispers, sexy, in my ear, while his hand caresses my left cheek. Wow, this guy is so forward.

I thought I really wasn't into those type of guys, but I guess I am the way my body is acting. I glance around and see people just dancing; they aren't even looking at us. Wouldn't people be curious about us? I put my hand on his chest, but can push him away. I hate how weak some guys make me. For some girls it's all guys, for me it's only certain guys, who I think are attractive, make me melt.

"Chloe." I couldn't stop it. Once it came out, I wanted to take it back, but the way I was acting I knew I wouldn't be able to.

I could tell he liked every moment of this. I felt his fingers touch my chin as he lifts my face up. Our eyes lock in place, never leaving each other. I can tell his skin is a bit darker than mine, but not that much. It's like we have similar skin, but slightly different.

"That's a nice name." I felt my cheeks heat from that. No, I can't be acting like this.

I need to… need to… what do I need to do? I'm so confused. I can't even think straight. All I can think about is him. The guy in front of me. More like the hot guy… Wait. What am I saying? Do I really like him? I feel his hot breath on my lips, bringing me back to reality. I can feel his lips almost touch mine.

"Chloe!" I turn my head around and see Nancy waving her hands at me. "I found him!"

Him? Whose him? Oh, wait a minute. I remember now. I was looking for Quentin. I remember his face and how cute I thought he looked. I look back at the guy and smile as he just stares at me. I hope he understands.

"Hey, I'm sorry about this, but I have to go." I step back slowly as my fingers start to slip out of his, but before I can leave his hand grabs my wrist.

I look at him confused. What is he doing? Can't he see I'm not interested anymore? I pull, trying to slip my wrist out, but his grip is tight. Can't he see he's hurting me?

"Let go of me! You're hurting me!" I still try to pull out, but it's no use.

I hear Nancy calling my name, but I can't get to her. This definitely doesn't feel right. I need to find away to slip from his grip, but how if it's too tight? What am I supposed to do? She calls my name again, but I notice the crowd not letting her in. Then the scene changes. Walls start to crack, music started turning dark, and people started laughing darkly with red eyes. They were laughing at me. I felt the younger, weak, me trying to come back, but I tried to push that aside with rage. I shouldn't give crap about them. Then he pulled me to him. I look up and instead seeing that mysterious guy, I see Krueger himself.

I gasped. I should have known. He tricked me. That fucker trying to mess with me again made me furious. I pound his chest, but his razor blade hand grabs my other wrist. Making my wrist bleed. It hurts so bad, but I try to not make a sound. It will give him the satisfaction he wants.

"How about that kiss?" He laughs darkly. I don't have time to do anything before his lips touch mine, hard.

I gasp, but then his burnt tongue slips in, making me gag. Just the taste makes me want to throw up. I hear Nancy trying to get through as I start to get dizzy, but he pulls back before I can faint and tosses me to the floor. Everyone around us disappears and she finally gets to me.

"Are you okay?" I look at her and nod. He ticks me off so much.

Why do I let him do this to me? I'm better than this. I should stand up for myself more than get walked on.

I'm not a door mat. I'm a person. She then stands and walks in front of me. I can tell she's standing up for me, but do I really need that help. I don't think I do, but I guess it might be really good right now. Besides they did said that's what friends are for.

"What do you want with her, Krueger?" She says filled with rage.

He just laughs not even caring her words. Well, he is Freddy Krueger and he usually doesn't care about his victims. So I guess that sums him up. Suddenly, she floats in the air, as he smiles at her.

"I don't have time for you, yet." She then was thrown across the room as her back hit the wall.

"NANCY!" I yell as loud as I can. I gasped when I saw Quentin all bloody, but not bloody enough to die, just pretty beat up.

He looked so bad. I crawled over to him fast. I didn't know what to do. All I wanted to do was cry, but would that make me seem weak? Especially around Freddy. He'll see the real me he's been craving to come out. I'm not going to bend to his will. I'm stronger than he thinks I am. I won't give up now.

"Chloe…" I hear Quentin's voice whisper to me. He sounds worse than he looks.

I feel so bad for him. His hand reaches for me and I take it. Holding it like something precious to me. Well, he technically is, but that's not the point. The point is I feel like I should do anything in my power to protect them. Even in his world, there has to be a way. There has to be.

"Aww, isn't that touching." I glare at him in rage. He's sick in every way.

He smirk crosses his lips. Everything that shows his true self. His true evil self. I know what his intentions are. He isn't going to mess with them further, even when I'm around. Maybe I should try to fight him, but what is that going to do. I did it last time and failed. He'll just start messing with me again. I can't have that. I don't know what to do. In the inside, I'm scared, but on the outside I hide my feelings so that I only show no fear towards him.

I'm pulled away from my thoughts when I hear his feet walking towards me. "Little piggy, little piggy, let me in." His laughter was also awful. I just hate everything about him.

As he gets closer, I stand up and throw my hands out. Maybe pushing him might work. I sure hope so. If this doesn't work, I don't know what else will. "Stay away from my friends!" He apparently doesn't listen, to me and keeps walking. Fine. Be that way. "I said," I yell louder. "STAY AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS!" I pull my hands back and then when he gets close enough, I push him. Hard.

I feel some force shoot through my arms to my hands. It happened so fast, but before I know it, Freddy is on the floor. I look at my hands confused. What happened? Is this even possible? I don't even know where this came from. I feel like I should tell somebody. I turn around to look back at Nancy and Quentin, but there is no one in sight. They woke up without me? It's okay calm, calm down. They probably wake you up soon. Yeah, that's what they'll do.

"YOU BITCH!" I look behind me and see his blue eyes in rage. Great.

He's going to kill me. Hurry up you guys! Wake me up! I see him stand up and ran towards me, like a bull in a rodeo. I cover my face, but that still doesn't do any good. My back bangs the wall in pain as his hand is holding my throat, but not choking me. I thought he was going to kill me. What is he going to do to me? I feel his razor blades touch my arm. I try to move my arm away, but I feel a slight pain that prevents from doing so. I try not to wince, but my body forces me to by instinct. Stupid body.

He chuckles. "That hurts doesn't it?" I didn't want to give him a response, but something in me told me he really wasn't looking for one.

Soon major pain shoots through making hot blood seep out of the slit, while I bite my lip to prevent the shriek, which wants to come out desperately. He then licks them suggestively. It makes me want to hurl, but my body doesn't seem to grasp that concept. He smiles at me.

"Even your blood taste sweet." He leans closer to me and I turn my head away. "It's so sweet, I want more."

More? He wants more? This can't be happening!

I hear myself screaming. I can feel my body drifting back to reality. Sweet reality. I missed you so. I feel someone shaking me awake, but I can't open my eyes. I'm not sure if my body wants to leave yet. Why does it torture me so? Just wake up already!

Chloe, wake up!

Nancy? Is that you? Oh, Nancy. I know I'm leaving the dream world, but I feel stuck like when a person is in limbo. Is this what limbo feels like? I don't like it at all. I soon feel strong hands shake me hard. Hopefully that will wake me up.

Come on Chloe! Wake up!

I finally feel my body responding. My eyes open slowly as my sight becomes clear. How long was I out? I noticed we were still in the nurse's office. Everything looked normal. I looked at Quentin staring at me in shock. Why is he staring at me that way? Is there something on me? Oh god, please don't be a spider. Even though I'm bold when it comes to many things, spiders are not one of them. That's a fear that I can never hide.

"Chloe…" I look at Nancy and see her with the same expression.

I don't understand why they are staring at me like that. What's wrong with them? Is there something wrong with me? Oh man! Did Kruger leave another mark on me? They are leaving me in suspense!

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Somebody needs to tell them, because I can't take it anymore.

I don't get a response, so I look at my arms and fear shoots through me. I remember Kruger giving me bruises and cuts, but I don't see anything. It's like they never existed. I don't believe this! How can this happen to me? Who am I? I don't think I know myself anymore.

I'm just a stranger to myself.

Looks like things are starting to get strange. Don't worry all will be explain next chapter. Until then~