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

Chapter 22: Will Death Come

I started running through the lot to get back to the main school building. Everything looked so real...was set up to a tee of the actual thing and it had my mind doubting what the fuck was going on. That, in addition to everything that had happened...all from that first time I saw Freddy. Where the fuck was he? I had never had a panic attack or severe emotional breakdown, but I felt to be on the brink of one or the other of both.

"Hello?" my voice sounded loudly in the empty hallway as I entered.

I paused just inside the doors, waiting to see if I could hear anything at all. Some hint of Freddy. The clinking metal of his glove, the shift in scenery to the boiler room, his laugh...but there was absolutely nothing. No sign of him nor anybody nor anything. Just the empty school. I had long since abandoned my weapon, focusing solely on finding my friend... The only person I had... Especially now. Nobody else would ever want me... They'd never understand me anyway. Not would anyone else ever embrace even the weirdest, darkest parts of me.

My heart had stopped beating so heavily from panic and now I was left with only chest heaving, mouth panting. I shook my head. No, he wouldn't... He couldn't... I couldn't be all alone... Not again... Not like this... Shaking my head once more, I pressed through the aches in my legs and the soreness in my lungs and began ducking into room after room after room until I had journeyed through the entire building, leaving a trail of open doors and hollow classrooms behind. Nothing. No one. And I was exhausted. Physically, mentally... This was enough. I gave up.

I sunk to the floor just outside my favorite class, history. The professor had always been so kind. He had a passion for teaching that was lost on the likes of these ungrateful teenagers. All of them...so ungrateful. Taking the things they had for granted. Parents who loved them, who let them express themselves, be themselves, be kids... The smallest things like being able to date, to fall in love... Even just hanging out with friends, go to a party... Speak to their mother without being afraid you'd forget to say ma'am and be hit or otherwise punished... Just little things...

So many little things...

Added up to something terrible...

My life had eaten me alive...

And I wasn't even an adult... Now, my life was over... I was alone. There was nobody. No chance of me ever finding someone. Not after... I had destroyed what few chances I had had of ever having a decent or even passable life after what I'd done today.

My face furrowed and my eyes were wet even before I began crying, sobbing, weeping... My legs had been straight on the floor in front of me, but in my despair, I tried to lift them to clutch my knees against my chest... Only to be met with the sound of clinking metal. My mind jumped to the thought of Freddy, thinking it was his glove I heard, but a weight on my lap cleared my brain of it. There, laying on my thighs... Was the assault rifle again.

Guess it was my turn now...

Shaky hands took hold of the gun. It was a pretty large weapon so turning it on myself wasn't quite as simple as it seemed. I managed to rotate it though, taking a few choking breaths as I put the tip of the barrel into my mouth, pushing it as far back as I could and pointing it up at my skull. Then I worked on keeping a grip on the gun while positioning it in my lap and against the floor.  My finger found the trigger...

Now the moment I both feared and longed for was here...I was not afraid to die or of the pain. I only hoped it didn't pass too quickly....I wanted to feel pain...physical pain that I allowed...that I could control and keep from hurting me deeply like the rest...

One...

Last...

Time.

Click.