Freddy Krueger's Little Nightmare

Give Me Therapy

Weeks had passed. Still, no sign of Falon's mother. Falon had been sent to a mental hospital. There, she was locked up in solitary confinement. The illness had began to kick in. Falon's skin was almost as white as the cushioned walls around her and around her eyes had became blackened as if she hadn't slept for days. Those eyes, those pretty blue eyes, were now pale. The last moments with Freddy were also the last moments of the light in her eyes.

A tall, male nurse walked into the room; one that Falon didn't like. He was awfully harsh, especially in the eyes of a 6-year-old. He walked over to Falon with a rather large needle in hand, blue liquid dripped down from the tip of the needle as he did.
"Falon, are you going to behave this time..? Or are we going to have to tie you down again?" He asked in a rather husky voice. "I-I'll behave, Mister... I /promise/," Falon said with an emphasized, wise tone.
The last time the male doctor came in with a needle, Falon yanked the needle away from him and repetitively stabbed him in the arm until the doctors came and strapped her down. Like I said in the beginning, Falon found ways to make things devilish.

For a 6-year-old, she was awfully powerful...

The man knelt down in front of Falon, using his left hand to steadily tilt her head to the side. Falon kept quiet, grinning; but there wasn't really anything to grin about. Using the needle, the man injected the blue fluids into a fragile vein in Falon's neck.
Immediately, she felt woozy. It only took moments for her to become limp, the doctor patted her shoulder and stood up. "Good girl..." The male turned away, quickly making his way out of the room. The only thing to be heard after that was the loud slam of the door. Falon sat up with a jolt an gave an almost demonic cackle as she spoke to herself. "Pointy things are fun...! Any day now, /I'LL/ be the one with the pointy object(s)...!"

***This is where the voices in her head come to play. Insanity is strange..~***

[What makes you say so..?]

"The doctors are careless, they leave stuff lying around all the time..! I mean, the needles, glass, objects from around the room! I could use anything... Ehehe..! I may be 6, but I was taught by the Master."

[Freddy?]

"Exactly..! But, he doesn't exist, remember! Mommy told me so! But that's OK. I know he's real and I know he's alive."

[Find a way out... Find a way out... Find Freddy...]

"I will. But first, let's keep this therapy act going! The fools are completely oblivious... Eheh..!"

[Kill for me... Kill... Kill...]

If you won't kill for me, I will have to kill you.