Wrong Number, Bitch

Chapter 2 I'm Tired Of This

Will was the only person who understood Y/n, never  had she had any friends who could comfort me like Will did. Sometimes she felt selfish whenever she would talk about the abuse going on in her household, knowing that there were other children who were going through a much worse process that what she went through.

Sometimes she can't help but thing that someday she will annoy him, causing Will to stick his nose up at her and leave, just like everyone else did.

Y/n would overthink about herself, thinking that all the shit she tells Will is only showing him how much of a weakling she really is.

Y/n was broken and didn't know how to cope with her feelings, being told to suck it up and to stop acting like a spoiled bitch.

She clutched onto Will's clothing, her body tense and her vision blurry. Her breathing stopped as the tears kept coming out of her eyes.

Will noticed this and wrapped one of his arms around her lower half of her body and his other arm on her back, trying his best to keep her upright.

Y/n looked at Will one last time before passing out due to exhaustion.

===At home===
Pain coursed though Y/n body as she woke up in her room and in her bed. She was so confused on how she got there, her father wouldn't give a damn about her nor would he feel any sympathy due to the given fact that Y/n passed out.

So how did she end up in her room?
Did Will bring her there?

Y/n was confused and conflicted, she wanted answers, maybe whoever brought her home was sitting downstairs waiting for her to wake up.

Her hand touched the cold surface of her doorknob, which was eventually turned into a hot metal doorknob. She yelped once she felt the burn touch her skin.

Now there was definitely something wrong, she grabbed a hand cloth nearby and quickly twisted the doorknob before she could feel the burning metal once again.

Imagine her surprise when she found herself surrounded by a hot, red boiler room.

It looked as though she was in a Nightmare on Elm Street film. She had watched all the movies and knew what to expect, if this was her imagination then there wasn't a possibility that the REAL Freddy Krueger would find her.

Y/n wasn't dumb though, she hid into a cluster of pipes that was completely covered by shadows, and to think you would've thought that a boiler room would be brighter.

After a while of sitting in the shadows of the rusty pipes she realized that nothing was happening, it was just eerie. She inched herself away from my hiding spot, still keeping a great portion of her body hidden.

However it wasn't long before she heard a loud and dark laugh echo throughout the halls of the facility.

"Y/n, are you trying to avoid me? I just wanna play." The voice taunted Y/n yet walked past her. She saw this as an opportunity to try and escape, ducking and dodging the scorching hot pipes.

"Oh, Y/n. My sweet sweet Y/n, please come out from hiding, im so loney, please play with Freddy, I just want a friend." The voice seemed to guilt trip Y/n however she was smarter than that.

"Aww my poor sweet Y/n, you can run but you can't hide," The voice laughed maniacally "Found you, I win you lose." Y/n paused, looking to her left and to her right yet nothing was insight. She was about to turn the corner to escape when she suddenly felt a pair of hands, no gloves, wrap around her chest, and pull her closer. She let out an ear piercing scream as she felt blades up against her throat.

Suddenly Y/n's body was turned around to face her capture, it was none other than Freddy Krueger.

"Freddy Krueger!?" She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, tears, threatening to come out of her eyes. Sadly, it only made him tighten his grip on her throat even harder.

"Aww, does kitten already know me, dont worry I don't hurt my fans." He then suddenly pushed her hard into the walls, about to slash at Y/n. She covered her face with her arm, consequentially, her arm got slashed.

Y/n then woke up, sweat dripping down from her forehead and onto her pillow. She felt a sting on her arm, and looked to find 3 scratches that was just pissing blood.

Y/n didn't have much time to think before she heard the front door slam open and then a few seconds later was slammed shut. Her father's footsteps were heard stomping up the stairs.

She quickly cowered under her bed holding her wound, hearing her father spitting out drunk slurs.

Bang
Bang
Bang

"Y/n open this fucking door! Y/N OPEN UP NOW! If you don't open this door, I'm going to FUCKING KILL YOU! OPEN THE DOOR!" He threatened.

Y/n clenched her eyes shut, covering her mouth as to not let out any noise that'll make her father know that she was in there.

Bang
Bang
Bang

He body slammed himself into the door, eventually breaking it down. It didn't take him long to start destroying the room.

He ran to the closet pulling out its contents, slamming Y/n's mirror breaking the glass, eventually rushing over to the bed and ripping off all the sheets. His strength made the bed shift causing Y/n to flinch and crawl farther in the darkness.

After a several minutes of yelling, screaming smashing Y/n's father left her room. He left the whole room in a mess, glass scattered all over the floor with her bed sheets on the floor, most likely containing the glass as well.

Slowly she crawled out from under the bed, trying her best to not step on the glass and create any noise.

Y/n was shaking violently from the horror she witnessed her father do. She hoped to god that he wouldn't come back into her room and find her there.

To make sure that didn't happen, she slowly went into her drawers and pulled out her outfit for school tomorrow. She also grabbed her phone and some of her sheets that didn't have as much glass on them.

Still scared and visibly upset she slowed walked upstairs to the attic, it wasn't the coziest spot to be but it was better than having to sleep on an empty mattress.

===At midnight===
Y/n felt a lot more comfortable sleeping on the attic floor, knowing that her father wouldn't dare think about Y/n ever sleeping there.

Y/n wasn't able to sleep for a while considering how she was still confused on how she got the slash on her arm. Y/n heard that most of the horror movies were based on true stories yet never once did she expect to see them in person.

So imagine her surprise when she was met face-to-face with the Freddy Kruger. Didn't Freddy die or terrify other kids elsewhere?

Before she could think it through anymore,she suddenly got a text message from unknown messages. 'Girly pop, answer your phone'. Y/n didn't know how to respond so she answered how any sane person would.

"What's up Biotches"