I laid in bed, tears rolling down my cheeks. Kelly's dead. I mean I only knew her for a while but I-i really saw her as a older sister a mother..a friend. Something inside of me told me she was gonna be next but....it too late she is gone and I can't do anything bout it. Then there was a knock at the door that startled me.
"Go away Michael!"
"It's not Michael." Said a raspy dark and deep voice.
"Freddy? What are you doing here?"
"I..you know I wanted to talk. If that's okay with you?"
I sighed and opened the door. Freddy stood there with one of his hands behind his back and the other one rubbing the back of his head in a nervous way.
"You okay?"
I shook my head and I let more tears fall from my eyes.
"Come here." Freddy said as he pulled me into a hug that only a brother could give. When we pulled away he used his ungloved hand to wipe my tears. I smiled and I thanked him. We sat down and we started to talk for a bit. I started to drift off. Freddy noticed and he laid me in bed. "Sweet dreams.."
I heard him talking but I could hear him and I really didn't pay attention to what he said but it was too late I was inside a run down boiler room
