Freddy Krueger's Little Nightmare

My Life As A Teenaged Psychopath

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Ten years passed...

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Falon was 16 now. She had escaped the mental hospital, thanks to her cunning ways of being able to sneak around without being caught.

Falon walked quietly down the busy hallway of the high school and over to her locker. Cautiously, she opened it just enough to where she could see inside. Falon had secretly been making a glove, just like Freddy's. She sighed, speaking to herself.... "Why do I even bother..?"

Quentin walked over and leaned back against the locker beside her's, he tried to smile. "Hey... Feeling ok, today..?" He said with a soft voice. Falon's eyes focused up at him as she closed her locker. "I'm alive, aren't I? I'll be fucking happy once my pills wear off..."

"Wear off...?" Quentin's eyes became slits as he tilted his head, a bit confused.

"Well, yeah. Y-you didn't think they'd let me into the school if they knew or found out I had psychosis, right? I'm on a truckload of medication... Anti-Depressants, sleep pills, numbing shots-- from needles. It's still not enough.."

Quentin gave off a light sigh as he shook his head. "Falon, why bother? Why bother coming to school and why bother coming back? All of Elm Street remembers you... Your house most of all. Freddy--"

"No! D-don't bring Freddy into this! He's done nothing!! He was my only friend!" Falon became teary eyed as she growled under her breath. She quick grabbed the glove out from her locker and ran towards the entrance/exit of the school.

"Falon...!"

Too late.

She had already made her way out the door. The high school was small and only blocks away from Elm Street.

Maybe she needed sleep...

Maybe she needed to forget it all...

Maybe she just needed to see Freddy...

...Maybe it's because she never said 'I love you'...