Author's Note: So here it is, the final chapter. The final scene may not be as exciting, but I did my best! lol.
Apologies for the long wait. To let you readers know that my updates may not be as frequent due to a change in my own personal life - I am now in a relationship, so I will not have as much free time to write. But I will try and update at least once a month.

The last part of the Trilogy - Broken Dreams - will started to be planned this week. I am hoping to bring in another character from the NoES series.

Also this Saturday I will be meeting Robert Englund at Film and Comic Convention - getting really nervous now! I'll probably faint or cry lol.

Thank you for all your reviews in this story. Much appreciated!

Chapter 25: Alone

The front doors of the student halls were flung opened as the sobbing figure of Katherine ran from the building. Her body quaked and legs trembled violently. The harsh, callous words of Michael repeated again and again in her weary mind.

Disgusting.

Filthy.

Whore.

Was she really a whore? For doing that? Sleeping with her own father? But it was the only means of saving Michael. Why could he not realise that? Then again he had said that he wanted to finish with her, he was going to tell her that in the afternoon. He was going to end their relationship even if she told him what had transpired with her father. Perhaps she never fully comprehended his true feelings, his thoughts. What had caused him to change his opinion towards her? And the intimidating way he was acting towards, the leering look, the manner in which he was towering above her.

It was so daunting, so terrifying.

She stumbled to a stop at a small bench. The shock and pain from his cold, cruel words was turning into anger. Rage. Despondency also overpowered her. Right now she was so alone. Even when she was separated from her father back as a ten year old she never once felt this way.

So lost and in despair.

How would the others react to the news if she or perhaps Michael told them? Would they have the seem feelings as Michael? Of repulsion and disdain? They didn't know her that long, perhaps a few weeks and she never knew their true personalities? The last thing she wanted was hearing them whisper snide remarks about her, seeing their sneering faces as they glimpsed in her direction. Perhaps she was better off away from everyone, especially now.

What was the point of being around them?

Raising her tired face she wiped lazily at her teary cheeks and headed towards the student houses in Lewis Road. She flinched as she felt a spittle of water fall upon her hair, then another and another. Soon the heavens had opened as a torrential downpour began to drench the small town. The rain soaked into her clothes as she trudged down the quiet street. A deep rumble of thunder echoed in the distance in the dark grey sky. Her body shivered as a light breeze blew down the sidewalk.

There was a screech of tyres as a car halted to a stop several feet behind her. Spinning around she saw Donald Thompson climb out of his police care, concern and disbelief was carved across his jaded face. "Katherine, what are you doing here?"

She sniffled and took a few steps back, not daring to answer him. Her eyes darted to the passenger door as Nancy appeared from the car.

Nancy gripped the door of the car, staring wide eyed and in shock at the girl. "What's wrong?"

Katherine sneered and took more steps away from them. "Why don't you ask Michael I'm sure he'll be happy to tell you!" her voice dripped with rage.

Nancy glanced over towards her father, bemused by Katherine's words and her tone of voice. It was full of frenzy, she seemed to be furious. What the hell was going on? She should still be in hospital until later that afternoon. Did she discharge herself or maybe Michael went to have her discharged earlier that night? Did they have an argument? She turned towards Katherine, however the girl was running down the street.

As she was about to run after her, Glenn jumped out of the back seat and grasped her arm. "Where are you going?"

"To get Katherine! Did you not see the state she's in? Something must have happened! We can't just let her go!" she snapped brusquely.

"I'll go after her. You and Glenn go and check on Michael. He will know what has happened. Once I get her I'll bring her straight back here" Donald cut in and gestured for them both to leave. "I'll find her. I promise"

She opened her mouth to rebuke, but she knew deep down Nancy knew he was right. Although she wanted to talk to Katherine first. Speak to her one on one on their own, as over the last few weeks she had built a camaraderie with her. Sometimes men can be too forceful, not as sensitive in their words when trying to console a girl who is distraught. That was the intention of wanting to speak to her.

"Come on Nancy!" Glenn's hand gently gripped her arm, tugging her towards the student dormitories. "Your dad will find her"

Sighing softly she quickly ran with him towards down the sidewalk. The rain continued to pelt down on the ground, puddles of water starting to form on the paths. They hurried into the students halls and made their way up towards the dormitories. As they neared Michael's room they could see the outline of a body laying slumped face down on the floor through the gap in the door. Without another thought they barged into the room, finding Michael's motionless body at the side of his bed. Kneeling at his side Glenn gently turned him onto his back. A thin line of blood trickled from his left nostril, his eyes were clamped shut and were moving vehemently beneath his eyelids. He groaned and grumbled softly.

"My god! Wake him up!" Nancy shrieked.

Glenn leaned back and lightly slapped him across the face. To their relief his eyes snapped opened and he started to cough violently, spluttering and spitting up a spittle of blood.

"Ugh…w-what…" he whispered huskily. His hands clenched and unclenched slowly, his eyes fluttering wildly as he tried to focus on their faces as they flickered in and out of his vision. He moaned and shook his head slowly, trying to take deep breaths.

"Take it easy man" Glenn muttered and eased him to a sitting position against the side of the single bed. "You were unconscious. You're lucky we found you when we did"

"Were you speaking to Katherine?" Nancy asked.

Michael groaned and shook his head lightly, the beginnings of a searing headache starting to take hold. He blinked slowly, processing Nancy's question.

Katherine…

He frowned. Was she here? Was he actually speaking to her? He didn't remember, but then again there was something. A vague recollection of a conversation. But it wasn't him. He could feel his mouth moving, his body walking towards her. Though when his mouth was moving, the words weren't what he wanted to say to her. They weren't his thoughts. They were someone else's. Much darker, more malevolent and twisted. Another presence was within him, controlling his body, his voice…

"Michael! Talk to us! What the hell happened?" Nancy persisted, her voice rose in annoyance. "We tried to stop her outside, but she just ran away. She was sobbing her heart out!"

He ran his hands through his messy hair and then winced slightly at a stinging sensation on the right corner of his lip. His tongue slide out to touch the soft tissue of his lip and he felt liquid, his lip was cut. "I….I don't know what happened"

"Did you have a fight?" Nancy reached into her front jean pocket for a hanky, giving it to him. "You've a busted lip, did she hit you?"

"I think so…" he avoided their curious gazes. His hands pressed against the carpet, trying to push himself to his feet. But he lost his balance and stumbled back to the ground. "I have to go after her…"

"Listen, you need to rest. Something happened to you. Try and remember. Did you fall asleep after Katherine left?" Nancy continued.

Michael leaned his head back against the bed, his thoughts swirling like a cyclone in his mind. He reflected on what had happened during the night. After leaving the hospital he stopped to get a takeaway from a local Chinese restaurant, ate in his room and drank some coffee. He then took a stroll around campus until 1am, then arrived back at his room. It was about fifteen minutes later that he began to look through some photo albums of him, Katherine and the rest of his friends from Central City.

Michael face went taut as the memory flashed in his fatigued mind.

He had fallen asleep…

Michael glanced at his watch, the time ticking just past 3.15am. He then turned to the last page of his photo album. The warm smile was still etched across his jaded face. It was taken a few weeks before they came back here to Springwood. Katherine and him were sitting on her porch in her old home with her foster parent - Ms Burroughs - their hands were entangled with each other, wide smiles were directed at the camera. They were so happy then, so carefree and had their future ahead of them. Now, their future, their lives were in danger. If only they had decided to go to another University, to stay in Central City. They would be safe.

If only they could find a way to stop that fucker Freddy. There had to be some way, wasn't there? He had to have a weakness, there was no way his powers were endless.

He groaned and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. His body went taut as he heard a small crackling noise from the corner of his desk. Turning his gaze he eyed the frame of the formal photograph of himself and Katherine. The wooden frame was started to splinter, growing wider until the glass cracked down diagonally across their smiling faces. Then a dark liquid began to form along the crack, spreading outwards along the other cracks that began to appear.

It was blood.

Michael gasped and jumped to his feet as the photo combusted into bright flames, then the photo album subsequently erupted into flames. Staggering backwards he watched as the other two photo frames of him and Katherine started to fracture and the photos within slowly melted away, their faces dissolving away…

He spun around towards the door as a soft red glow emanated from thin crack at the bottom. Smoke billowed underneath into the room, soon distorting his vision as he coughed and rasped. Trying to catch his breath.

The flames continued to spread across his desk, sparks flickered onto the bed and soon the mattress was consumed in flames. He wheezed and tottered forward, stumbling onto his hands and knees as the smoke suffocated him. Polluting his lungs. Was this it? Was this the fucking way that bastard was going to kill him? Suffocate him through smoke inhalation? It was quite a cowardly way if it was. Showed how spineless Freddy really was.

His eyes stung from the thick smoke. Crawling forward a few feet he coughed violently. The tips of his fingers curled inwards, the feel of the carpet giving away to cold hard metal. Searing heat from the darkened, misty passageway engulfed him. The smoke dissipated away, allowing him to see the long corridor of the power plant before him.

There was a set of footsteps from behind him, growing louder with each passing step. Taking a deep breath Michael lurched to his feet and charged forward down the corridor, trying to keep some distance between him and Freddy.

Screech…

He flinched at the sound of Freddy's claws upon metal. It seemed the fucker was close. Coming to an intersecting corridor Michael peered down to the right, seeing a thin mist of steam and flickering shadows that was created by a faint fire in a far furnace at the end of the passageway. Noticing a rusty metal pole lying on the ground to his left, he stooped down to grab it in his right hand. Tightening his grip he took a defensive stance as he prudently edged down the corridor.

"Come on out Freddy" he whispered fiercely.

The footsteps from behind increased in their intensity. Michael twisted around ready to strike out at him if he was to pounce. But as quickly as the footsteps picked up their pace, they disappeared into the distance. Snarling with scorn, he shouted out again. "Come on out you fucking coward!"

A frenzied chuckle echoed from all around, bouncing off the metal walls and corridors. It was like a hundred insane cackles mixed together as one.

Michael frowned and growled in anger.

There was a sudden sharp screech of metal upon metal, directly behind him. Immediately he spun around to face a figure stood hidden in the shadows. There was now a thick brick wall behind him. Freddy flexed and clicked his blades portentously at his side. The hazy glow from the furnace exposed half his burnt face, revealing the slightest smirk tugging at the right corner of his charred lips.

Michael readied his weapon and raised it, ready to strike. When a blazing heat stemmed from the metal, scorching his palm and with a roar of pain he dropped the pole to the ground.

In a flash Krueger was upon him, his clawed glove wrapped around his neck and shoved him violently into the nearby wall. The grip constricted around Michael's throat. Cutting off his circulation. Stopping oxygen entering his lungs. His hands grappled at the fabric of the old brown leathered glove.

Freddy smiled wickedly at him and leaned forward, his face mere inches from Michael's gasping face. He flashed his blackened teeth in a leer. "Here I am. Now, it's time to get down to business boy!"

Michael felt his eyes bulged as the grip intensified around his flesh. His eyes fluttered madly and out of the corner of his right eye he saw Freddy's scarred hand curve around the back of his head. Clamping hard onto his head, the tips of his burnt fingers digging into his hair and into his skull. His vision blurred, Freddy's face distorted and faded in and out.

Then the vision of Freddy faded into a deep red mist. It swirled around his head, the vapour thickening until Michael's body was submerged in the mist. In a burst of red bright light it raced into his gaping mouth.

He screamed and screamed until his vision went black.

Then he felt something asphyxiating him. But not just that, it was consuming him. A presence, an entity. Full of darkness, cruelty and malice. It overpowered every part of him, his mind, his body. It was like he was losing control of himself…

Michael shook his head in horror at the memory after disclosing it to them both. His mouth parted in dread, trembling slightly. "Oh my god…"

"What?" Nancy demanded. "Tell us what happened after Freddy attacked you. Did you wake up?"

"Yes, but it was strange…" he murmured and soon his face contorted into confusion. "I could feel myself moving, hear my voice. But I knew that it wasn't me"

Glenn glanced anxiously at Nancy, then back at Michael. "What do you mean by that?"

"Katherine arrived about thirty minutes later. I could hear myself talking to her, I cold see her standing in front of me trying to explain what happened between her and her father-"

Nancy interrupted. "What do you mean? What happened between her and Freddy?"

"She was saying that she slept with him"

"Sweet god, he raped her?" Nancy face went a ghostly white.

"No, I heard her talking about how she did it to save me. She said that he told her, that he actually showed her an image of me sleeping. But I didn't fall asleep until 3am" he voice crackled as he recalled the rest of the disturbing talk that occurred. "I could hear myself saying these cruel, horrible words to her. I was bringing up her past, when she was a little girl. I heard myself call her damaged goods She was crying and shaking. God, I really wanted to hug her. To kiss and comfort her. But I couldn't control my body. From the minute I woke up, I felt this presence…"

"Presence?" Nancy gulped hard, becoming uneasy. "You mean like there was another presence inside of you?"

He nodded meekly. "Yes. I could feel that there was this other set of thoughts inside of my mind, they were so sinister and cruel. You have to believe me, they weren't mine! Whatever I was saying they weren't my thoughts! I would never think Katherine in that way!"

Nancy clenched her hands together in silent rage. "He possessed you. Freddy took control of you when you were asleep"

"Jesus Christ!" Glenn gasped, "But why the fuck would he do that?"

"To try and destroy the relationship you and Katherine have" Nancy answered, understanding Freddy's devious plan. "What exactly did you hear Freddy say to her?"

"That I was going to finish it with her, that how I thought our relationship was pathetic, that how I couldn't be with her now after what he….Freddy did to her. But I don't think like that! I would never think like that!" he hissed and rose to his feet. Feeling his energy slowly coming back to him, "That bastard was using me to say to her that how I didn't need her, that I only loved her out of pity! You should have heard the names he was saying to her…that she was filthy, that she was a whore. Then I felt saw her hit me, the look on her face was of disgust. She was so infuriated. We need to find her. I need to explain to her what happened! I can't let that fucker destroy my relationship with her!"

Nancy nodded. "My dad is out in his car looking for her. We can meet him back the police station. Are you okay to walk?"

"Yes, let's go"

x x x

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Freddy hissed through his jagged teeth.

His clawed glove and burnt hand were pressed against the side of a large rusty boiler, as he steadied himself. It had been nearly an hour since he had possessed that little shit Michael's body. At the time it was exhilarating and deeply satisfying to annihilate the little bastard's relationship with Katherine. Even when he was possessing and controlling his body, he could feel the thoughts of trepidation and despair at the venomous words that spat from his mouth. He could sense the panic that rose from within him at the vile words the continued to be directed towards Katherine.

The moment that he had leered at her, calling her a 'whore' was the minute he knew that his plan had worked. He could still feel the hard impact of Katherine's fist when it collided with Michael's jaw. The taste of Michael's crimson blood was still fresh in his charred mouth.

It was fucking perfect.

Though now his body felt drained, weak…

Krueger, did we not tell you that there would be consequences for what you had planned? A deeply gravely voice echoed from the barren corridors.

Possessing Michael has weakened you. It consumed part of your strength. Another one of the demons hissed.

Freddy sneered softly, knowing deep down that they were right. Of course he knew that it would use some of his power, his vigour. But not to this extent. He slowly straightened up and began to stagger down the passageway towards the small side room. "How long will I be like this?" he demanded.

For the next day or so. We did warn you.

He reeled into the side room and slumped warily on the tattered, soiled mattress. Tapping his blades against his black slacks he slowly began to take deep laboured breaths. "Yes, you did. But you know why I had to go through with it. And it worked…." he paused as a twisted smile crossed his scorched, melted face. "You should have seen her face. The look of horror and dejection. It was priceless! Where is she now? I can't sense her sleeping yet. I can't even sense her mind"

Her mind is chaotic, puzzled. Her whereabouts is unknown. As you are in a weakened stated you will not be able to sense her consciousness when she is awake for the next day or so.

Freddy cursed softly. "She will fall asleep. I'm sure of it"

How can you be so sure, Krueger?

"She's my daughter, I know her better than anymore. Now that I've destroyed her pitiable relationship with that cunt, she will come back to me" Freddy cackled insanely and smiled with wicked glee. "No one can take her away from me now"

x x x

A lone figure meandered down the side walk of Main Street, passing by a few grocery and coffee shops as they started to open business for the day. The rain continued to lash down on the shaking form of Katherine. Her back pack appeared bulkier than earlier. Her breath was shallow and wheezy. Strands of her wet brown hair clung to the side of her face as she forlornly trudged along the street. Her mind felt numb, the feeling of disgust at those callous words that were sneered at her still lingered within her. How could she ever go back to the campus? He probably had told the others now what had happened. Maybe they were in agreement with them, they probably shared the same sentiments as him. Perhaps everyone thought she was a whore, a filthy slut.

Could it be that now after what she did they wouldn't trust her? Would they believe that this was what she wanted all along? At this moment she didn't know what to think, what to do…

What was there left for her here? Michael hated her, perhaps never loved her the way that she loved and adored him. If what he was saying was true, that his love for her was out of fucking pity. Then was there any point in anything anymore?

She sniffled and curled her hands tighter around the straps of her back pack. Her deep brown eyes lifted towards the street, seeing that she was near the bottom. She was only a few blocks away from there. Now it seemed it was the most reasonable place to go to, there was shelter there and no one would dare go near that house…

Yellow thin streaks of lightening sparkled across the dark, grey sky above the misty neighbourhood of Elm Street. Katherine glanced prudently over her shoulder as she crossed the road to her old depilated home - 1428 Elm Street. It loomed over her within the thin rainy mist. She strode up the cracked, worn path and along the left hand side of the house down towards a small side gate that lead to the back yard. There was several broken slabs of wood scattered about the grass, evidence of an attempt of a fire being set against the side of the house. Burnt scorch marks trailed up the side about ten feet. Her eyes darted to the battered gate, that swung back and forth in the light breeze. A few beer cans and broken bottles were situated around her.

Raising her right hand she pushed opened the gate and barged into the back yard. The garden was just like the front lawn, withered grass and the rose bushes and beds were dead. The paint on the back fence had peeled away, various graffiti was smeared across the wood in black paint. Barely decipherable seeing as the paint had been splattered by more red paint.

Snivelling quietly she turned towards the double doors that lead down to the basement. A thick rusty padlock was entangled in a heavy set of chains around the brass handles of the doors. She marched over towards the chains and snatched the padlock, tugging at it fiercely. Soon her eyes caught a glimpse of a small grey boulder. It looked heavy enough to smash against the lock. Taking a few steps over to it she reached down to pluck it from the overgrown lawn. Twisting back to the padlock she struck it down hard.

One hit.

And again.

Then another.

A pleased grin spread across her wet, weary face as the lock snapped. The metal giving away. Pulling the padlock away from the chain, she yanked the metal restraints from around the handles. Her slim hands curled around the handles and she yanked off the doors.

The air was stale and musky from within the basement. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she peered into the darkened cellar and cautiously began to descend the steps into her old home. A rumble of thunder boomed in the distance, followed by another yellow flash of lightening. Katherine pushed the uneasy feeling of being watched to the side and continued her prudent slow steps further into the basement, passing by the old rusty furnace. Her eyes widened as she came to the steps that lead to the hallway. The door to her father's secret room was gone, in its place was a thick concrete wall. Her hands stretched out to trail over the concrete, running then down lightly to where the door handle of the door would have been.

They probably did try to sell this house and from what she remembered with her conversation with Sheriff Thompson a few weeks ago, there were viewings and there a few couples who were interested in buying the house. Though she didn't blame them when they found out who lived and owned the house before. Why would anyone want to live in a house where a child killer and molester lived? Now it seemed that no one would ever live in this house, let alone set foot into it. He owned it when he was alive and now her father haunted it after his fiery death.

Turning around to the stairs she carefully ascended the darkened stairs, grasping the railing tightly. The door to the hallway was slightly ajar and she gazed between the crack in the door. The décor of the kitchen was like her dreams, like when she lived here. Making her way through the door she approached the living room, and just as in her dreams everything was the same. Shabby, dusty furniture. The mirror on the wall was covered by a thin layer of dust. She unhooked her bag and slumped down onto the ground facing the dormant fire.

Unzipping her back pack she reached inside and withdrew a litre bottle of vodka. It was by pure luck that she had stolen the liquor without being caught. The cashier was too busy serving another customer to notice her. Though when she left the store, she could have sworn she heard the employee shouting after her from the doorway.

Would they have called the police and reported her?

It didn't matter as if someone did find her, it would perhaps be too late.

She knew what she wanted to do. Her mind was made up.

Unscrewing the bottle of vodka, she took a swig of the liquor. She gasped and coughed, not used to drinking the liquor straight and without a mixer. Her body trembled as she looked around the murky living room. The continuous patter of rain pelted down against the boarded up windows, the winded howled against the door causing it to rattle and shake. She took another long gulp of her liquor and pushed herself to her feet, wobbling around the sofa towards the hallway to the stairs. Her head hung forward as she climbed the creaky steps to the landing and soon she found herself at her father's old bedroom. Drinking some more from the bottle she coughed and lethargically walked into the room. Her mouth frowned in mystification as the bed clothes were pulled down, bundled up together.

She tentatively approached the bed and swallowed thickly. There was a large puddle of deep red liquid smeared across the middle of the bed. Bile began to form in her throat as she knew whose blood that was.

Hers.

She collapsed onto her knees as her tears consumed her once more, then vomited onto the grimy carpet. After a few seconds she wiped the trickle of salvia from the corner of her lips. She then turned onto her side and shifted towards the bed. Laying her back against the side of the bed, her hand raised the tip of the bottle to her lips taking another long swig of the vodka. Glancing at the bottle she noticed that nearly a third of it was gone. The strong bitter taste on her throat was vile. Though she didn't really care anymore.

Crawling forward on her hands and knees she made her way across to the dresser and clambered onto the chair. Her vacant, forlorn gaze staring grimly at the mirror and her reflection. Her eyes were puffy and red, her cheeks were pale and caked with tears and her hair was dishevelled. She placed her bottle on the desk and grabbed the nearest item she could find, an old photo frame and slammed it hard against the mirror.

Then again.

Shards of glass scattered were soon scattered across the dresser. Again she grabbed her liquor bottle and took another long slug, gulping down as much as she could take.

Slamming the bottle back on the dresser, she averted her gaze to the jagged fragments of mirror and picked one up. It was about six inches along, curved and pointed at both ends. Placing it at the top of her left arm, she dug it into the sleeve of her blouse and ripped it away to expose her smooth arm.

Slowly the lowered the tip of the broken mirror fragment to the flesh below her shoulder. Nudging it into her skin lightly. Was this what she really wanted? But what other alternative was there? Michael made his feelings perfectly clear and as for her father, she felt as though she couldn't trust him. There was this niggling doubt in her mind in regards to her father's behaviour.

Wouldn't it be better if she just went away? Disappeared?

No one would care, would they?

Her lips curled into a snarl as she dragged the tip of the mirror across her skin, tearing it open. Hissing and whimpering she tried to ignore the pain as she brought it down an inch. Again the mirror tore through her skin, drawing another line of crimson liquid.

The stinging sensation swept over her body, the pain mounting with each passing laceration that she carved into her arm. With every cut and laceration she moved further down her arm, edging towards her left wrist.

All in all she could see at least seven gashes varying from six to eight inches in length.

Sobs wrecked her body as she continued to slice into her skin, but she didn't stop. Not even contemplating or reconsidering her actions. Wincing and groaning through the pain she brought the bloodied piece of mirror to the veins on her wrist and with one last sob she pressed it downwards and tugged it across the flesh, ripping opened her vein.

A gush of blood flowed from the wound and her eyes soon rolled into the back of her head, her body tumbling from the chair onto the carpet…

x x x

Katherine's body materialises in the dreamscape. Her frame lay sprawled across the soiled carpet, and her head lulled from side to side. A silhouette stooped over her then quickly knelt at her side. A scarred hand tenderly cupped her head up from the ground and turned her onto her back. Freddy scowled in disappointment as he glared down at the cuts and lacerations that marred her left arm. Blood seeped from her torn wrist, saturating into the carpet.

"You stupid little girl!" he reprimanded, his voice was mixed with concern and dissatisfaction. "Why did you fucking do this?"

She weakly turned her head away, feeling the energy in her body fading away. "I-I…" her eyes fluttered wildly and rolled into the back of her head, her body going limp.

He frowned and instantly wrapped his glove around her wrist, over the bleeding laceration. Attempting to heal her wound. But to his horror the ghastly wound was still bleeding. "What the fuck?" he looked down at her pale, motionless face.

Unwrapping his glove from her hand he cursed. "Fuck! Why can't I heal her?"

Because she inflicted the wounds on herself.

He turned his head towards the darkness behind him. "What?"

There is still a lot for you to learn Krueger about your powers. You can only heal her wounds if you created them. There is nothing you can do.

Freddy growled and titled his head down towards her unconscious body, scrutinizing the deep rough cuts that decorated her arm. The blood trickled over her flesh, staining it red. "She did this because of what happened, didn't she?"

Yes, she did. You never really fully thought it through. You should have contemplated the consequences. But you didn't.

He trailed his blades across her hair, swatting it away from her face. "I can't let her die"

She won't…

Freddy cradled her on his lap. Rocking her back and forth. His muscles twitched as he instantly sensed people nearing their old home. Those fuckers had came, no doubt to check if she was there…

Splinters of red wood were cracked as the door of 1428 Elm Street buckled and was busted in. "Katherine! Are you here?" Michael called out as he entered. He ran into the living room and surveyed the dimly room and saw the back pack laying opened beside the sofa. "Her back pack is here!"

"KATHERINE!" Nancy rushed in behind him, with Donald closely behind.

Glenn entered the house and nodded at the staircase, "Check upstairs!"

Snatching the back pack from the floor Michael hurried after them as they clambered up the creaky, old steps. Michael sprinted down the landing and stopped at the two doors, Katherine and her father's bedroom. He peered to the right, into the master bedroom and saw a body laying sprawled on the carpet.

"Oh my god…Kathy!" he stumbled into the room, skidding onto his knees at her side. Lifting her body he shook his head vehemently in dread at the blood that coated her left arm, trickling from her flesh onto the dusty carpet. "Get an ambulance! NOW!"

Donald grabbed his police radio from his utility belt and left the room, speaking into it urgently. "This is Sheriff Thompson. I need an ambulance over at 1428 Elm Street. It's an emergency!"

There was a crackle and static as someone replied on the other line…

"Katherine, don't do this to me!" Michael whispered and stroked her hair gently. He grabbed her right hand, plucking out the blood soaked piece of mirror from her fingers and discarded it away. Pressing his two fingers at her pulse he gasped, "She's got a pulse"

Nancy grabbed the bundle of bed sheets from the bed, tearing it in two and tightly wrapped the sheet around Katherine's wounds. "The ambulance will be here soon"

"I'm going to kill that fucker. How could he use me like that? Look at what she's done because of what that bastard did, at how he possessed me to say those warped and cruel words to her!" he bent down to lightly kissed Katherine's ashen face. "How can I get her to believe me?"

"I'll talk to her. We'll get through this" Nancy offered a comforting smile.

He nodded silently and looked at the window as the faint sound of the ambulance siren sounded in the distance, becoming louder with each passing second.

x x x

On the 2nd floor of the Springwood General Hospital was the Mental Health Ward. It was commonly used for patients who suffered from depression, bi-polar issues and were frequent visitors for counselling. But not just that it was the main focal point where patients were assessed and referred onto other Health Institutions, manly Psychiatric Hospitals.

Down at the far end of the corridor in a small secluded room, Katherine lay awake. Her inane eyes stared grimly at the far wall. Her weak body was now adorned in a light blue hospital gown. Her left arm was now bandaged from below her shoulder to her wrist. The last strand of bandaged was tightly swathed around her palm, entwining with her fingers. Her scars were now stitched up. It was touch and go when they brought her into A&E, due to the amount of blood loss she had to undergo a blood transfusion. But she made it through. Now, from what she was told, a psychiatric assessment was about to take place to determine her state of mind.

She heard footsteps and hushed voice advancing towards her room. Her head turned to the left as two doctors entered, one she knew too well - Dr Ward - and an unfamiliar one with short grey hair, blue eyes and looked to be in her mid fifties. Her attire was a grey skirt suit and long white doctors coat. A small clip board was tucked under her arm and a small tape recorder and a black briefcase was gripped in her left hand. They walked towards her bed and sat at the two chairs left out for them.

Dr Ward cleared her throat. "Miss Krueger. How are you?"

Katherine sniffled and lowered her gaze away from them to her wounded arm.

The newcomer smiled, eyes solemn and unwavering. "Katherine, my name is Dr Elizabeth Sims. I'm a psychiatrist from Westin Hills and I've come to ask you a few questions. Do you understand?"

She mutely nodded her head. "Yes"

"Good" Dr Sims opened the briefcase and took out a black tape recorder, placing it on the nearby table, then pressed play. "Do you know what happened to you? How you came to be here?"

"Yes…I-I hurt myself" she whimpered and took a fleeting glance at her bandaged arm. "I tried to take my own life"

"That is correct" Sims replied softly, her eyes softening slightly.

Dr Ward leaned forward to gently hold Katherine's wounded arm and squeezed it tenderly. "Just take your time okay?"

The girl nodded silently.

"You were under the care of Dr Ward for the last few days" Dr Sims stated. "You were assaulted a few days ago? Attacked in your dormitory?"

The traumatised girl nodded once. Her brown hair shielded her face from them.

Dr Ward softly cleared her throat, lowering her voice and withdrew her hand from Katherine's arm. "She hasn't really talked much about it. We had a counsellor meet with her two days ago"

The older woman took this in and nodded. Turning back to Katherine, she continued. "It's come to my understanding that you left the hospital without the proper authorisation from Dr Ward. This was in the early hours of this morning. Is this correct?"

"Yes. I left after 3am. You see I h-had to leave…" Katherine's face trembled as she lifted her face to them both. Her mind was too far gone to give a fuck anymore. She was telling them the truth. "I had to tell M-Michael"

"Tell Michael? This is Michael Turner" Dr Sims glimpsed briefly at Dr Ward, "This is your boyfriend?"

"Yes, he is…I mean he was" her hands clenched into tight fits at the memory of their quarrel. "We had a fight"

"Tell us what happened? Why did you leave the hospital without informing a member of the nursing team on duty?" Dr Ward leaned forward. Despite the softness of her voice, her eyes were distant.

"Before I left, I had fallen asleep. My father was there-"

Dr Sims cut in, surprised tainting her voice, "Your father? Fred Krueger? But your father is in jail"

"What? He isn't in jail. Is that what everyone thinks?" Katherine seethed, "He's dead, he was burnt alive after being released from prison. They came for him, the parents burned him! Now, he visits me in my dreams. He's been visiting me ever since I came back to Springwood over two weeks ago"

"Your dreams?"

Katherine nodded and started to ramble onwards. Words tumbling from her lips. Recalling everything that had happened over the last two weeks, the dreams of her father being burnt, her old shabby home on Elm Street. The memory she was shown of him being burnt alive, the deaths of Tina, Rod, the other Elm Street children. She knew that they were going to think she was a fucking nut job, but in the end she didn't give a fuck anymore.

Nearly every dream, every nightmare she suffered was recollected. Told in as much detail as she could remember. Not once did Dr Ward or Dr Sims interrupt or ask any questions, they continued to listen silently. Pondering her tales. And that was what they were to her, nothing but silly stories. Fantasies she was conjuring up in her disturbed mind.

"That's what happened to me…" Katherine finished telling her side of the story, "My father beat me in the dream. He whipped me with the buckle of his belt, that's how I got those welts and lacerations on my back. It was because I had feelings for Michael that he beat me up"

Dr Sims clamped her hands over each other and turned to face Dr Ward, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Lowering her voice she questioned. "Has she ever mentioned this to you before? How have her sleeping patterns been like?"

"No, this is the first time I've heard her mention anything about this. The first two nights she was wary of going to sleep, we had to sedate her twice. Then the last two night she has willingly went to sleep" She replied. Her gaze turned back to Katherine, asking her own questions. "Katherine. Nurse Peters found blood on the bare mattress of your bed. We also found the bed sheets hidden in the waste bin. They were saturated in blood"

Katherine avoided their pensive stares, feeling ashamed and disgusted again at what happened several hours before. She heard one of the chairs scraped along the floor and then felt a warm hand touch her arm. "Katherine, what happened to the bed sheets?"

"When I fell asleep last night, my father wanted me to sleep with him. If I didn't he would have killed Michael" she sobbed quietly. "You see he was sleeping, my father showed me him sleeping in his room"

"Killed him?" Dr Sims leaned forward, slightly intrigued.. "How do you mean kill him?"

"He would have entered his dreams and killed him. That's that I've been explaining to you, that is what he does now. He goes after you when you sleep. Where you are defenceless!" Katherine stared dourly at them, "I'm telling you the truth"

"Mmm" she mused, highly sceptical and alarmed. However she played along with her, "What happened after your slept with your father?"

"I woke up. I was in shock, but I knew what I had to do!, You see I had to leave and tell Michael. To make sure that he was okay. That's why I left without telling anyone. I'm sorry…but I couldn't stay here!" her face shook, fresh tears trailing down her face. "The reason the bed sheets were covered in blood was because of what I did with my father!"

"You went back to the College campus?" Dr Sims leaned back in her chair. "What happened when you arrived?"

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"I talked to M-Michael, I told him what happened. I thought he w-would understand. You see he's been having nightmares too. But oh god, he was so nasty to me! So cruel! He said I was a whore, that I was filthy!" her breathing began to become laboured and short. Her eyes burned with hatred and she absently grabbed the bed sheets to twist and tugged at them in rage, "But I'm not like that! What he said to me was disgusting! It was a side of him I never saw before!"

Reaching over Dr Ward gently wrapped her right hand around Katherine's shaking arm. "Calm down sweetheart. What did you do during this fight? How did you react to him?"

"I h-hit him and ran out of the dormitory. I know that I shouldn't have done it, but I stole a bottle of vodka. But I didn't give a shit. I just don't care anymore…no one cares about me! That's why I did what I did" her voice broke as she started to convulse into tears. "Y-you have to believe me about the dreams. They're real. My father is alive, he's real and in my dreams! He's in ALL of our dreams!"

The older Doctor nodded quietly. "Why do you think he's real?"

"Have you not been listening to me?!" she snapped, "It's because he's been killing people. The kids of the people who murdered him. He wants revenge on the parents who killed him…" she trailed off. Seeing the cynicism on their faces. "You think I'm crazy? But I'm not!"

"Get some rest" Dr Sims offered a warm smile, then grabbed the recorder and switched it off. Rising to her feet she motioned with a nod of her head for Dr Ward to follow her into the corridor. Once outside, she closed the door.

"What do you advise?" Dr Ward walked with her down the busy corridor.

"Well, this is rather unexpected. Firstly, seeing as she has attempted suicide, in these situations I would admit her to Westin Hills. But from our discussion with her, there seems to be another issue" Dr Sims looked down at the black tape recorder. "From what I am aware her father has been in jail for the last several years. But she believes otherwise. As you heard from her point of view he had supposedly been burnt alive and is now living people's dreams. It is as though she is believing that her dreams is real. To me it is a possible sign of schizophrenia. Believing and hearing things aren't real"

"But is that not the case when people are awake? Suffering from hallucinations?"

Dr Sims nodded curtly. "That is correct. But it seems Miss Krueger has this false belief that her dreams are real. That is a symptom of Schizophrenia. False thinking. The girl is confused. And from her attempted suicide, she is severely depressed" they stopped at an adjacent corridor. "Was her boyfriend Michael Turner a suspect in regards to the attack on her?"

"Well, he was there in the room with her. But Sheriff Thompson had questioned him and ruled him out as a suspect. He said he is still pursing lines of enquiries" Dr Ward crossed her arms, "Do you think that Miss Krueger's attempted suicide may have to do with Mr Turner?"

"It may be linked. If she said she had an argument with him, then possibly" Dr Sims glanced at the corridor. "Do you have CTV cameras in the hospital? My assumption is that perhaps she is using this delusion of her father being dead and in her dreams, that she supposedly slept with him to cover the fact that Michael entered the hospital undiscovered and snuck into her room. Then THEY slept together and slipped out of the ward unnoticed"

"And then they had a quarrel back at the campus" Dr Ward finished, "Whatever was said between him sent her over the edge. I read a report on her when she was a child. The child abuse that she received at the hands of her father. It was very extreme and quite distressing. If you wish I could get in contact with her therapist back in Central City?"

"No, I will get in contact with them. But thank you. I believe Westin Hills is the best place for her. She will receive the proper psychiatric help she needs. I will have the paper work drawn up by this afternoon and will get her transferred to the hospital this evening" Sims sighed, beat. "It will be hard on the young woman. So for the time being until we move her, keep this quiet. I will explain to her myself when I come over. I'll be back by 6pm"

"What about visitors? Mr Turner, Sheriff Thompson's daugther are down in the foyer of the hospital. They will be wanting to visitor her"

Dr Sims sighed, "Is Sheriff Thompson with them?"

There was a curt nod.

"I would like to have a word with him" Sims hastily approached the lift. "Miss Krueger is adamant that her father was murdered. Sheriff Thompson may give me some insight as to where her father is being held in jail. The more information I can gather then the better I can evaluate her condition, help her realise that what she is thinking or believing is fabricated in her mind"

Following her into lift Dr Ward pressed the 'G' button and the doors shuddered closed. "I sincerely hope that you can help her"

"Don't worry, I'll have her best interests at heart"

Nancy's clear blue eyes followed Michael as he frantically paced the foyer of the hospital near the large windows overlooking the car park. "Would you sit down!"

"No, I can't. I'm restless. I just want to see her" He grumbled, "What the fuck is taking so long? Do you think she made it?"

"She's alive. Don't think like that!" Nancy rubbed his back lightly. Two set of footsteps caught their attention as they spun around to face Dr Sims and Dr Ward who approached from the lift.

Dr Sims smiled and looked at Donald. "Sheriff Thompson. I'm Dr Elizabeth Sims. May I have a word?"

He glanced anxiously at his daughter and Michael. "Is Katherine okay?"

"She is comfortable. A little tired though. But we managed to stop the bleeding" she motioned for him to follow. "I would like to talk to you about her father. Fred Krueger"

Donald swallowed profusely. "What exactly do you want to know?"

She turned to face him, seeing that he hadn't moved an inch. "Sheriff Thompson, it would be best if we discuss this in private" her eyes glimpsed at Nancy and Michael behind him.

He stood his ground. "Just ask me why do you want to talk about HIM?"

"What jail is her father in? Is it in this county?"

"Uh, why would you want to know that?" he asked.

"I want to know as much of her background as possible" she replied sternly. "Now, what jail is her father in?"

"I don't have the details. I can get them sent to you. May I ask what will happen to Katherine?" he knew the answer. The young woman had attempted to kill herself, Dr Sims was here to assess her mental state before deciding what to do. It was apparent that she was going to be sent to Westin Hills. And there was nothing they could do about it. "Are you going to be admitting her to Westin Hills?"

Michael's jaw dropped in horror and he glanced at Nancy.

Dr Sims nodded in response to Donald's assumption. "That is right. I am hoping to have her transferred over this evening" her eyes moved towards Michael. "You are Mr Michael Turner?"

"Yes, I'm Katherine's boyfriend. Can I see her?" he beseeched, "Just for ten minutes? I need to talk to her!"

"Did you have a fight with her?"

The words cut the air like a knife. His mouth went dry and he felt a small nudge in his side, no doubt coming from Nancy who was lingering at his side. Taking a fleeting glance at her he saw the glaring look she was giving him. As much as it would pain him to go through with it, he had to pretend that he did have a quarrel with Katherine. What else could he say? He would be thrown in a padded cell if he told the truth. "Yes…" he finally nodded. "We had a fight. But I swear to you I didn't mean it! I love her!"

"Mmm" she murmured musingly, "Well, she is still quite distressed about your argument. You will have to speak to Dr Ward in regards to whether you can see her. Sheriff Thompson I will be in contact about Miss Krueger's father"

Donald gave a curt nod of his head, staring at her back as she strolled out of the foyer. He glimpsed about the foyer and gestured for them to huddle closer, lowering his voice. "Katherine must have said something about her father"

"Do you think she told them about what happened to her father? That he's dead?" Nancy eyes went wide in fear.

"Yes, look at what happened to her this morning. They must have asked her why she tried to kill herself and because she is in such a terrible state, she has mentioned what happened between her and her father" Donald explained.

"Jesus Christ!" Nancy shook her head vehemently. "What can we do?"

"There may be nothing we can do" he sighed.

Michael stared off into the distance, his jaw tightening in fury. "We have to get her out of here"

Nancy opened her mouth to protest, but he charged past her towards he lift. She instantly chased after him. "Wait! Where are you going?"

"I need to speak to her!"

As they entered the ward Katherine was being kept in he hurried down past each room, peering inside each side room/ward. Nearing the last room he was about to peek inside when Dr Ward exited and blocked his view, along with entry to the room. "I'm sorry but you are not allowed in to see her"

"Please!" Michael begged, glancing over her shoulder into the room. Katherine's inane gaze was set on her lap. "Just for five minutes"

"No" she shook her head. "I will allow Miss Thompson to go in and talk to her. If you do not respect my order, then I will have to get security to remove you from the hospital. Understand Mr Turner?"

Michael's pensive gaze was locked upon Katherine's bed, hoping that maybe she could lift her face to glance at him. Even for a brief moment.

"Mr Turner! Do you understand what I said to you?" the harsh voice of Dr Ward pierced the air.

Finally he nodded, "Yes. I'll wait outside"

Stepping to the side Dr Ward allowed Nancy to enter, but murmured quickly. "Don't be too long"

Nancy nodded and closed the door behind her, taking in the room. A long rectangular window was to the right of the bed, overlooking the back car park of the hospital. The ticking of a small circular clock on the far wall was the only source of sound. On the bed Katherine barely moved an inch, staring directly at her with sombre eyes.

As she approached the small chair beside the bed Nancy grimly noted Katherine's thick bandaged left arm. Her fingers twitched and fiddled nervously with the bed sheets. Her eyes never left Nancy's as she settled into her seat. "Why are you here?" Katherine asked.

"I need to speak to you" replied Nancy.

Katherine glowered at her, the corner of her lips curled up into a sneer. "You mean, you're here to mock me. He told you hasn't he? Michael told you what happened"

"He did yes. But you have to listen to me. Things aren't what they seem. Michael wasn't the person who said those contemptible words to you-"

A snort of disbelief erupted from Katherine, then a bitter laugh. "He never said those words? Don't talk bullshit Nancy. It doesn't suit you!"

Nancy sighed and inclined her head forward. "It wasn't him. Just hear me out"

She rolled her eyes, nodding once.

"What time did you fall asleep last night? Do you remember the time?" Nancy questioned. She had to piece together what had happened. For the sake of Michael and Katherine's relationship.

"It was about 9pm. Maybe a little earlier. What does that have to do with anything?" Katherine snapped.

"Michael didn't fall asleep until several hours later. Freddy showed you a vision of him sleeping in his dormitory. That's right yes?" Nancy held Katherine's gaze.

"Yeah. That's why I had to sleep with my father. He was going to murder him! It was the only way I could save him!"

"But Michael wasn't asleep at the time. He told me that he fell asleep at 3am. He was out for a walk, got something to eat. Then when he went back to the dormitory he drifted off to sleep" Nancy explained. She noticed Katherine was sceptical, and continued. "Your father tricked you into sleeping with him. Whatever vision he showed you of Michael it wasn't real. He was deceiving you!"

Katherine defiantly shook her head, "No, he wouldn't do that to me! I don't believe you. And as for Michael I told him what happened and he shouted at me, he said I was a whore Nancy! A whore!" she sobbed hard, "He was meant to be my boyfriend, the man I fell in love with. But he doesn't loved me, he was just being with me out of fucking pity!"

Nancy flinched at the hard tone of her voice. "Katherine, you have to believe me. Michael never said that, it wasn't him!"

"Do you really think I'm that naïve Nancy?" she hissed, eyes flaring with rage. "He was in front of me, literally two feet from me! I wasn't imaging it! I heard every sick, twisted word he said to me. He called me damaged goods. Maybe I am, maybe I've always been damaged goods!"

Pulling her chair closer to the bed Nancy shook her head in discord. "Don't you believe that. You need to believe this, but your father possessed Michael's body when he was sleeping. He did it to get to you. So he could say those horrible words to you. So you would THINK it was Michael!"

"No, no…" Katherine gave a quick shake of her head, "You're making this up!"

"You know yourself how much your father hates Michael. You said so yourself to us. He despises the fact that you and him are together. The bastards is jealous of the bond you have with Michael. It was a sneaky, sordid way of him to try and destroy your relationship! Do you not understand?!" Nancy whispered gently.

"What you're saying isn't true!" Katherine ran her hands through her untidy hair, "I know what I heard, it was Michael's voice. It wasn't my father who said those words! I would have recognised his voice! It was Michael. He h-hurt me Michael. No one has ever said those words to me. Now…I don't think I can trust him!"

Nancy opened her mouth to rebuke, but Katherine turned her face away. "Please leave Nancy!"

"Kath-"

Her head whipped back to Nancy, a growl emanating from her throat as she shouted. "JUST LEAVE!"

Jumping at the abrasive tone of Katherine's voice, Nancy slowly rose to her feet. However, she didn't leave straight away, instead deciding to have one last word with her. "Katherine, don't do this. Don't push people away, as it will only play into your father's hands. That's what he wants. For you to separate yourself from everyone. So you will be alone. I know that Michael loves and cares for you. Deep down you do too"

Katherine stared blankly at her, unblinking and unmoving. A single tear streaked down her face as Nancy silently left the room.

Later that evening…

The last several hours had been tedious and long. It had given her a lot of time to think, to ponder the strange comments Nancy had said to her earlier that morning. Would her father really do that? Possess Michael in order to damage her relationship with Michael? Oh, he hated him alright, but why would he not just kill him? Would it not be easier and more convenient for him to do that? Unless, he had something else planned…

But no, Nancy was making it up. Her father was a devious and cruel man, but to do that? It wasn't the way he worked. She knew her father all too well. Probably more so than she knew Michael.

Katherine had been peering through the opened door to her room with curiosity for the last fifteen minutes. It appeared that Dr Sims and Dr Ward were in a deep conversation. Behind them lingered two tall strong muscled men, a dark-skinned guy with a black beard and moustache and a Hispanic man with black hair. Both men were dressed in white slacks and white shirts, with an embroidery stitched on the right hand side of their chest - she could barely distinguish the letters 'W.H'

They nodded eagerly as Dr Sims turned to face them, giving them orders in a quite hushed voice. Shifting nervously on the mattress, Katherine sat up a little as they entered her room.

"Hello Katherine. How are you?" Dr Sims smiled brightly.

But Katherine felt incredibly uneasy under the woman's gaze. "What's going on? Who are they?" she nodded at the two men.

"This is Max" she gestured at the tall dark-skinned man, then at the Hispanic. "And Lorenzo. They work in Westin Hills"

"Westin Hills? Uh, why are they here?" Katherine felt her legs trembled under the bed clothes.

"They are going to help me transfer you to Westin Hills"

"What?!" she cried out. "Why am I going there?!"

Dr Sims moved towards the bed, pursued by the two orderlies. "You need to be evaluated. To determine the extent of your mental condition"

"What the fuck do you mean?" she straightened up, eying each of the men with distrust as they stood at the bottom of the bed.

"You need help Katherine. You tried to kill yourself and what you told me and Dr Ward about your dreams-"

"It's the TRUTH! I'm not making this up! Even speak to Nancy, Sheriff Thompson! Michael, you can talk to him too! They have been dreaming of my father too!" Katherine threw the bed clothes from her body, staggering to her feet. "Just let me go, please! I won't bother anyone, I'll leave the town. Don't lock me up!"

Dr Sims rounded the bed as she backed away, "Katherine. You'll see that it's for the best!"

"It isn't it. Please let me go!" she glanced vigilantly at the two orderlies as they approached her. She sneered and clenched her right fist, aiming Max. He caught her arm and pulled her close, quickly pinning her arms to her sides.

"Calm down sweetheart!" He hushed.

"NO!" she screamed and frantically began to kick out with her legs.

Lorenzo grappled her legs and she squealed louder as she was placed back onto the bed. Dr Sims hurried over to a nearby table, readying a syrgine. "Katherine, just relax. I'll give yourself something to help you sleep!"

Katherine bucked and thrashed against the orderlies on the bed, "NO! Don't! I don't want to be see him tonight. Just leave me alone! Please!"

Patting her hair away from her sobbing face Dr Sims leaned forward and grasped her right arm, then pierced the skin between her upper and lower arm, administering the sedative into her veins. Soon, her eyes fluttered wildly and drooped shut.

Her body went limp. Max and Lorenzo left the room, then re-entered rolling a stretcher. "What's her story Doctor?"

"It's a complicated one Max" she sighed, "Just make sure her room is ready for her"

He nodded and with the help of Lorenzo they lifted her comatose body onto the stretcher. Thick red straps were then fastened across her legs and chest, pinning securely and strolled her out of the room after Dr Sims.

Michael stood at the coffee vending machine, waiting for the white plastic cup to fill with coffee. Down the hallway he heard the soft ding of the elevator as the doors opened. He inquisitively glanced over his shoulder and his jaw went agape in dread as Katherine's sleeping form being pushed down the far corridor. "Wait! What's going on?"

He chased after them and was soon accompanied by Nancy and her father, who had heard his startled protest. They stormed after Dr Sims who spun to face them. "We're taking her to Westin Hills"

"What the hell for?"

"She needs psychiatric help for her condition" she explicated.

He gulped, "What you mean, condition?"

Taking a step forward she lowered her voice. "Katherine is suffering from this delusion that her father is dead. That he has been burnt alive and is now living in our dreams. It is my supposition that is suffering from Schizophrenia"

Nancy gasped and barged forward, ready to reproached her assumption. But a firm hand tugged her back and she heard her father whisper into her ear. "Don't say anything, do you want to be locked up in Westin Hills too?"

She glanced at him, her lips tightened together. He was right, if she concurred with Katherine then her own sanity would be under question too. Her eyes darted to Michael as he spoke.

"Please you can't do this to her!"

Sims perched her hands on her hips, glaring at him severely. "Mr Turner. She may not have told us the whole truth, but her current distressed state was caused by you. The reason she tried to kill herself in her old home on Elm Street was due to the fight you had with her. I do not know what you relationship was like with her, but as she is now in my care. I will decide what is best for her!"

"Can I visit her?" he begged.

She pursed her lips together, pondering his request. "At the present time. I'm afraid not. Only family members can visit her. Also, it would be up to Katherine if she decides that she wants to see you. I strongly advise you not to come to Westin Hills"

He scowled angrily. "What? You can't fucking do this!"

Ignoring him she turned and walked away, following Max and Lorenzo who were waiting for her at the end of the corridor with the stretcher. Michael started to run after her, until two set of hands dragged him back.

"Don't Michael!" Donald advised, "Don't make this harder on yourself. We will find a way to see her!"

Brushing off their hands Michael leaned against the cool wall, his thoughts and emotions crashing together. What could he do next? He knew that Dr Sims would NOT allow him to see Katherine, no matter what. There had to be someone that could help them. A face flashed before him. Why did he not think of them before? They had helped her before, hadn't they? He reeled away, running down to a nearby pay phone in the foyer. Shoving his right hand into his front jean pocket he slotted them into the thin slit, and dialled a number.

After the fifth ring it was answered.

"Hi, it's me"

There was a muffled reply.

He cleared his throat, "Mom, I need your help"

x x x

The end...? Don't count on it!

Sequel - Broken Dreams - This will deal with death, language, sexual themes and I will touch on disorders that will effect Katherine's personality!

It will be posted soon!