How's this for a Wet Dream? [Nightmare On Elm Street]

Chapter 7: Changes

"What???" I had been jarred awake by the sound of my mother's voice and needless to say, that annoyed me...

"Watch your tone! I was just checking on you," she glared. "You shouldn't sleep too long. You won't be able to sleep tonight."

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and looked over to my rooster. It was already noon? I dangled my feet off the side of the bed and Mom came over to sit down next to me. She reached over and brushed my hair with her hand and forced a smile, but I didn't even attempt to return the gesture. Her smile faded and likewise her hand stopped caressing my head.

She stood up from the bed and walked to the door, "I know you're sad, honey, but you've got to push through and face the day."

"That's funny advice coming from you," I muttered before I even thought about what I was saying.

"Excuse me?" Mom shot around to look at me again, her face red with anger.

All I could do was sit there dumbly while her rage built and she approached, saying nothing as she threw hand, slapping me hard across the face. I didn't move. I just let it happen. I had been taught from a young age that if I were to try and defend myself or dodge blows, that I would only be hit that much more. Instead, I had just grown used to not reacting when someone was trying to hurt me.

The woman shook her head and hastily made her way out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I could tell she wanted to hit me more...I knew that look in her eye, that energy in her stance... but that might leave a mark. Wouldn't want people to think badly of her...especially with kids dropping off like flies...so she just forced herself to leave.

Only then did I touch my face. My hand felt cold next to the stinging sensation that was still on my cheek... Wait. My fingers crawled along my face, trying to find the cut Freddy had just giving me...but there was nothing there. I twisted toward the window. All the dolls were just as I placed them. I was going crazy...

Sighing, I rubbed my face and got up to retrieve a book from the shelf. I sat on the floor, leaning against the side of my bed and began reading, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray.' It was my favorite. I had probably already read it ten or twenty times... I was still feeling groggy from the medicine, but I wasn't going to try and sleep anymore. One, because Mom was right and it would just be difficult would to sleep tonight and two, because I didn't want to be hit or yelled at again. So I sat there reading though my mind was having trouble focusing on the story instead of on Freddy.

"Miss me?" the familiar raspy voice sounded.

My head shot up, but saw nothing. Great. I was devolving rapidly... I looked back down at my book.

"Don't ignore me, bitch," the voice came again.

My head was up again. Nothing. I growled, agitated, and clapped my novel closed. I stood up and looked around...finally spotting the man's reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of my door. Turning to look for his body again and coming up empty, I stepped closer to the mirror...my reflection joining his.

"HAAHAHAHAAH!" he chuckled.

His hands went to rest on my reflection's shoulders and I could feel their weight on me. My head twisted, but I was still alone. I silently watched as he opened his knives and placed them on my neck. Once more, even though he was only in the mirror, I felt the metal scratching my skin. Then, in an abrupt swipe, he slashed his claw across my neck. I jumped, grabbing my throat as, in the glass, I spewed blood from the site.

I stumbled back, falling against the dolls on the table under the window. Two fell onto the floor; one of which cracked apart on impact. As I stared at the split porcelain face beneath me, the demon in my mirror was laughing again.