Disclaimer: I do not own Nightmare on Elm Street or any of the characters involved. I only own my own original characters.

Title: Broken Dreams

Rating: M - for violence, language, death, sexual themes, dark themes - touching upon mental health/behavioural issues.

Genre: Horror, Supernatural, Suspense.

Summary: (Sequel to Fear the Nightmare - last in the trilogy of I Won't Tell series - it would be beneficial to read I Won't Tell and Fear the Nightmare first) Katherine's mind is now broken, shattered. What will happen to her now that she is locked up in Westin Hills. Though her father, Freddy, has nightmarish plans for her. Will she lose her sanity forever or will she be saved from the nightmare that is overwhelming her?

Author's Note: If anyone has any suggestions or anything that you would like to see happen in the story, then feel free to suggest/comment in your reviews. I'll try my best to add them into the story. I have several plans in store for the story. The start of it will be just directly after Katherine had been admitted to Westin Hills.

I was going to add more scenes, but will leave it to the next chapter which will be longer. Updates will probably be once a month, if I can maybe twice a month.

Enjoy the first chapter. Any new reviewers are more than welcomed!

x x Broken Dreams x x

Chapter 1: Little Doubts

The evening sun had begun to set on the white painted three storey building of Westin Hills. There were three main wings of the building, Wing A, Wing B and Wing C which was under major renovation. It was situated in the north side of Springwood, near the edge of town. There was a large courtyard, with various small benches scattered here and there. A large tower was across from the back entrance of the building. The tower was attached to a smaller building that seemed to be under construction. At the back of the central building was a modest size garden with a few picnic benches and neatly trimmed hedges surrounding the garden which was mostly used by patients under the supervision of the medical staff during the summer months.

Enclosed around the hospital was a winding road and large car park, with a beige stoned wall. Security cameras were perched on specific pillars every twenty yards around the wall. A set of black steel gates was opened leading in and out of the grounds. All in all the hospital establishment was spread across two acres of land. The majority of patients admitted to the hospital suffered from various psychiatric disorders such as anti-social personality disorder, border personality disorders, schizophrenia, cationic schizophrenia, psychotic disorders, obsessive compulsive disorders….among others. Some of the patients were only admitted for short term stays such as a week or so. However, others were admitted for longer periods - weeks, perhaps months. There was 10 patients currently residing in the hospital, but earlier that evening one more patient was entrusted to the hospital's staff care…

A pair of deep brown eyes fluttered opened. The stared at the ceiling above them. Katherine's head rolled to her right and her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. The last thing she vaguely remembered was being man-handled onto the hospital bed by those two strong male orderlies. Then Dr Sims injecting her with that fucking sedative. It was the last thing she wanted, to fall asleep and face him.

All she wanted was to be left alone. What was so wrong with that?

She mumbled and tried to sit up, but felt several straps holding her down onto the bed. Lifting her head she peered in the darkened room to her arms that were pinned to the mattress. Two thick brown buckled straps were curled around her wrists, while two more longer ones were twisted around her chest and across her knees. Her brows frowned in bewilderment and she grunted, yanking vehemently at her restraints.

There was a click, followed by another. Pulling her head back off the mattress she looked down at the straps, seeing them slowly being unbuckled one, by one by an invisible force. As they unravelled, Katherine briskly pulled them away from her limbs and her chest. She staggered off the bed to her feet and spun around to see that the hospital bed had vanished. The dimly lit room slowly began to change before her eyes. To her left was a white dresser, facing her was a built in wardrobe and a doorway. She took a few steps back as the floorboards from the landing creaked and groaned. Someone was approaching and she knew deep down who it was.

Backing away she found herself cornered in the room, beside her old toy chest. The light bulb in the middle of the ceiling flickered on, illuminating her old bedroom. She whimpered and slid down the wall onto her knees, then tucked her knees under her arms.

Freddy appeared in the doorway. His fedora was tipped downwards, the rim of his nose barely noticeable as he studied her beneath the brim of his hat. His fingers rubbed gingerly together. For what seemed like an eternity he continued to gaze ponderously at her. Then suddenly without a word he advanced towards her. He took in her wounded, bandaged arm with a scowl of discontent. She avoided his brooding eyes, and instinctively brought her hands up to cover her face. "Leave me alone. Please" she whispered.

He knelt at her side and reached out with two of his blades to touch her mangled hair. "It's okay baby girl"

She flinched and scurried onto her hands and knees, towards the built in wardrobe. "No! I just want to be left a-alone!"

Freddy twisted around on his knees, staring intently at her shaking frame as she crouched at the doors of the wardrobe. Her fingers on her right hand skimmed over the bandaged left arm, scratching and tugging at the fabric. Those dark brown eyes of hers darted to and fro, not particularly focusing on anything. To him she looked like a frightened animal. Why was she acting like this? He knew her state of mind was shattered, fragile. But why was she scared? Did she think he was going to do something to her? He growled and rose to his feet, approaching her again and knelt before her. "I just want to talk to you Katherine. That's all"

Katherine glanced at his face then mumbled incoherently, then ripped apart her bandaged. Soon her nails trailed across her stitches, grazing over them as though they were agitating her.

He clutched her hand, ceasing her actions on her left arm. "Stop that honey. Or you'll rip open your stitches"

She scowled lowly and ripped her arm away from him, "No!"

His patience was wearing thin as she sprang to her feet and charged towards the door. Freddy jolted to his feet and with a flick of a single blade the door slammed shut in her face. Sealing her inside her bedroom with him.

Katherine stood with her back to him, her hands curled around the handle as she weakly tugged at it. "Let me go daddy…please!"

He closed in on her, a sneer of discontent at how she was reacting to him. "I told you…" his voice deepened in pitch, "we are going to have a little talk"

Her head shook wildly as she sobbed, "N-no. I want to be left alone. Why won't everyone just leave me alone?"

Freddy gently placed his left scarred hand on her shoulder, turning her towards him. "Tell me what's wrong"

She ignored him and persisted on scratching and rubbing her left arm, the fingers grating over the jagged lacerations deftly. Drawing a few speckles of blood. "You wouldn't care….no one fucking cares!"

Curling his index blade under her chin he tipped her head upwards, seeing that her eyes were clamped close. Streaks of tears stained her flushed cheeks. He strived to hide his mischievous smirk, knowing that these tears were the outcome of what 'Michael' supposedly had said to her. Though why was she not wanting to be comforted by him, to have him reassure her and hug her? Something was wrong here…

"What is it baby girl? Tell me"

Katherine finally allowed her eyes to open and she took a deep shaky breath. Her voice stammered as she asked, "A-am I a w-whore?"

"What?" he feigned shock, blue eyes widening in disdain at the question. "Who called you that?"

"M-Michael'" she looked away in shame.

A treacherous smirk flashed across his countenance. He could sense the rage overwhelming her. She took deep erratic breaths as though she was trying to calm herself, keep herself in check. "Why did he call you that?" his perfidious smirk was still in place.

"I told him…" she murmured, turning her head back to his. Gone was his smirk, in its place was a cold, stern expression. "about what we did. I t-tried to make him understand that I was d-doing it for him. To s-top you from killing him!"

"And he called you a whore?" he took another step closer to her.

Instinctively she pressed her body against the door, a quiet whimper echoing in the room. "Don't come near me!"

He frowned, discerning the growing trepidation that came from her. She indeed was terrified of her, jumpy and agitated. Maybe those insensitive, nasty words he had sneered at her through possessing Michael's body was a little too much.

Now, she was afraid to trust anyone.

We told you Krueger. One of the demons sneered.

Freddy growled quietly. His voice was barely audible for her to hear. He quickly took a step back, "Come on Katherine. Sit down" he nodded at her old bed.

She twisted and tugged at her hospital gown, glancing wearily at the bed and then at him. Uncertainty carved across her face. Was he going to try something? Freddy sighed and offered a congenial smile, "I just want to make sure you're okay. Remember, you're my little girl"

Her eyes darted towards his, seeing the sincerity that tainted them. Could she really talk to him, put some trust in him? Yet again? She trusted him when he said that she would save Michael's life by sleeping with him. However, looked what the repercussions were. Michael shunned her, discarded her like she was a piece of fucking trash.

But that's what she was, wasn't it?

Trash?

Filth?

She wrapped her arms around her shaking body and scurried past him to her bed. Hopping onto it she shoved her legs under the blanket and pulled her knees to her chest. Once more the loathsome words from her argument with Michael ran through her mind. "Am I damaged goods?"

Her father stalked towards her and sat on the edge of the bed, cocking his head in confusion. It was becoming difficult to keep his devious smile hidden, but so far he was managing to suppress the urge. "No sweetheart you're not damaged goods. Did that fucker say that too?"

She sniffled and weakly nodded. "Yes. Maybe he's right. Perhaps I've always been damaged goods. Ever since I was a little girl, when you started to t-touch me-"

He hushed her, "Don't you dare think that. You know that I was only loving you as a child"

Her head swung towards him and her eyes glowered furiously at him. "It never felt like it at the time. I never felt special like you would always tell me. I never felt special at all!"

He grew still, considering her words. Everything that he had worked for in gaining her trust again over the last few days was crumbling apart. It wasn't meant to turn out like this. Shifting closer to her on the bed he reached out with his charred hand to touch the side of her face. But she instantly recoiled away.

"Don't touch me!"

There was a metallic slink as his blades scraped annoyingly against each other, "Do you not trust me? Is that it?"

She shuffled further up the bed, so that her body was pushed against the headboard. "I don't know if I should or if I can. They…"

"They?" he snarled, "Has someone been talking to you?"

"Nancy told me that Michael believes that you had taken over his b-body. That you possessed him…" her voice faltered off. There was a brief silence before she continued. "and that you used his body to get to me. That you were saying those words to me" she averted her teary eyes to him, scrutinizing his stoic gaze. "Is this true?"

He placed his claw on the mattress and leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "That little bitch is lying. She's trying to trick you"

"But I don't understand why?" she whispered through her sobs.

"Don't you see Katherine, that little sneak Michael is telling her tales. He wants you to turn against me! You need to see how devious the little rat is!" he scowled gruffly. "This is what I tried to tell you as a little girl. People will use you. They will lie to you. I told you that he wasn't good for you, didn't I?"

Her head bobbed lightly. However, she didn't feel any more relieved or at ease by his words. That lingering sensation of doubt and mistrust was still there in her mind. She lazily wiped at her face, "Why would she believe him?"

"They're all in it together, they've probably been planning it. You shouldn't trust them sweetheart. It's possible that they've been devising that underhanded plan to get you turn against me. You have to remember I'm" he pointed a grimy, blood stained blade at his chest. "the only person you can trust"

She shook her head quietly and turned away, staring glumly at the pink painted wall as a single tear escaped her right eye. "I told you, I don't know if I can daddy…"

And you thought it would be that easy Krueger? You really are naive…

Freddy's head snapped to the right as he sneered in the direction of the demon's voice near the door. "Fuck up!"

Katherine flinched and craned her head over her shoulder, glaring at him in confusion and then at the dimly lit room. "Who are you talking to?"

His nostrils flared as he regained his composure. The last thing he wanted was for her to know about the demons. Not yet anyway. When he was absolutely sure that she was on his side and not theirs then he would reveal to her how he came back from the dead. Until then it would be his secret. Turning to face her he gave her a coy smile. "No-one baby girl"

She bemusedly glanced at the room again, then back at him. Maybe she was too tired, too weak. Her head was too sore as it was. Perhaps she had imagined that hoarse whisper from the room. Thinking back to the last day or so she composed herself then asked. "Why did you ask me to sleep with you?"

He smirked, slightly taken back by her question. "I told you before, you belong to me. I wanted to make you mine-"

"I'm not anyone's property daddy. I'm my own person!" she interrupted sharply. Not caring if it angered him. The sooner he accepted that she cherished her own independence then the better.

Freddy scowled in dissatisfaction at her tendency of her voice. He was going to have to teach her all over again who she was. A Krueger.

She was his.

It was obvious that her robust stance and his own arrogant manner would instigate arguments. But he would overpower her, place her under his rule once again.

It was all a matter of time.

"You may feel that you are your own person. You certainly are a more liberated person than years ago. But that doesn't mean that you aren't mine! I am your father" Freddy explained sternly, "You are my daughter. My flesh and blood. It is as simple as that Katherine!"

She sighed wearily. As much as she wanted to have her say, she was too exhausted. Mentally exhausted. After a moment she straightened up on the bed. "Did you know that he would react in that way? Is that why you asked me to sleep with you?"

"Believe me…" he leaned forward and clutched her right hand with his scarred one, "I never knew that fucker would have said those words to you. I just wanted to be your first. I didn't want some filthy cunt like Michael being all over you. Remember how I told you when you were a little girl, that I wanted to be your first. That I would be gentle with you. And I did make it easy on you. Didn't I make you feel good?"

Her body sagged against the wall, contemplating silently his question. Having sex with him was uncomfortable and numb.. He did though transformed himself into his human form before he died and it made her feel elated to see him that way. The good man that he once was towards her. But for some bizarre reason when they were together in them several minutes she felt something. A spark, a deep connection between them both. Something she hadn't experienced since she was a little girl…

"Come on princess" her father hissed, "Answer me. Didn't I make you feel good?"

"Not in that way. Not the way I know that you're thinking of…" she saw the glare of ire, "But I did feel that bond that we used to have when you were alive. The closeness that we shared"

"Mmm" he murmured softly. Perhaps next time he would make her body tingle and shake with ecstasy. At the minute he had to lure her in again, regain her trust. "Katherine, I know that you might not trust me now. But you will soon"

"But I d-don't know if I can!" she snivelled, "Look what happened to me the last time I trusted you? When I feel asleep to be with you? You handcuffed me to that damn bed in the boiler room!"

"I just wanted you to feel nice. Perhaps I was a little rough on you"

"A little?" she scoffed, "I was terrified!"

Reaching out with his left hand his fingers brushed her right cheek lightly. "I promise I won't do that again"

"Did you know that Michael was sleeping when I had fallen asleep? Was that why you wanted me to sleep with you?" she asked and stared gravely at him.

"I knew that he was asleep. Yes. But even if he wasn't I would have still wanted to be with you, to claim you properly as mine" he replied with a creepy smile.

She leaned back out of his grasp, questioning again. "What if I had said no?"

"I would have killed him, you know that sweetheart"

"That's not what I meant. If Michael was awake and you asked me to sleep with you, what if I had said no? Would you have forced yourself upon me?" Katherine felt her body tense as she anticipated his answer.

He offered her a warm smile, "No, I wouldn't have forced myself upon you. I would have waited for the right time, when you were ready"

She swallowed thickly, confused by his reply. Why was he being like this? Saying that he would have waited for her to be ready? Was he actually being genuine? Could she believe him? Should she?

Freddy clucked his tongue softly, eying her pensive face. Her thoughts were irregular. Incoherent. She didn't know what to make of what he was saying to her. It was going to be a long and strenuous task to get her to put faith in him again.

Be patient Krueger…

Give her time to mull over what you have said to her.

Taking their suggestions on board he knew that they were right. He would give her some space, a little time on her own. But he wanted to push some more poisonous words into her mind, something else that she could muse over.

"One last word before I go. You have to remember that I know what Michael is really like. I've been in his mind, I've read his thoughts. I know HOW he really feels about you" he rose to his feet, "Who have you known the longest? Me or him?"

She lifted her pale, shaking face to him. Her voice was barely a whisper. "You"

"See?" he smiled cunningly and leaned down to kiss her lightly on her forehead. Then in a blink of an eye he vanished, leaving her to her complicating thoughts.

x x x

"It's too dangerous Michael!" Kristen rubbed her fatigued eyes. She sat next to Michael in Sheriff Thompson's office. It was nearing 10pm. To the far side of Michael was Nancy, settling into her own seat. It had only been twenty minutes before that she had arrived at the Police Station, having heard the news about Katherine being committed to Westin Hills. It terrified her to think of the girl being locked up in there, at the mercy of those doctors. God knows how many times they would sedate her, how many times she would be trapped in the dream world with her psychotic father? When she came into the office Michael didn't give her time to speak when he begged her to bring her into the dream. Did he not realise that Katherine was sedated? It was too precarious for them to risk it!

"Please Kristen, you are the only person that can do this!" he implored. "I just need to speak to her, I have to get her to understand what that fucker did to me! Please!"

"It's not that simple Michael! She is sedated. If we enter her dream the chances of me waking us up is very slim! We could be trapped in her dream until the sedative wears off!" Kristen gripped the rim of her chair tightly, her knuckles turning white. "What if he separates us?"

He groaned and grumbled, "I don't care. I have to do this. Please!"

She stared intently into his eyes, seeing that they were brimming with tears. He was desperate to reach out to Katherine, to save her from the mind games that her father had started to inflict on her. How could she refuse him? The girl needed all their help. "Okay, I'll do it. But we would need to find a way to wake ourselves up"

"I'll be here. I won't leave the office" Donald smiled from behind his desk, "I'll wake you both if I notice you struggling in your sleep. Will I wake you up a certain time? Say in an hours time?"

"No" Michael shook his head, "Give us more time than that"

"I'm going in with you both" Nancy spoke up. "Don't worry dad" she noticed the glare he was throwing her way. "I'll be fine. I'll try and talk to Katherine too. We need to get her to listen to us"

Donald pulled out another cigarette form his packet, lighting it up. He looked over at Michael, "What time did your mother say she would arrive here tomorrow?"

"You phoned your mom?" Kristen threw him a bewildered look. "Why?"

"My mother is a therapist, a child therapist. She counselled Katherine a few years back. I think she can help us. I told her that Katherine had tried to kill herself. She was in shock, she wanted to know why. I told her that I would explain everything when she arrives" He chewed his bottom lip. "I'm hoping that she can get through to Katherine, help her understand that bastard is manipulating her again!"

"You're going to tell her? About Freddy being alive in our dreams?"

He nodded curtly. "What else can I do? We need all the help we can get!"

"When will she be here?"

"By tomorrow afternoon. I hope. She needs to let Mercy Hospital know that she needs some time off. I need you to get the others tomorrow evening, so we can tell her everything that's been happening. She needs to know about all our dreams, our nightmares" he rubbed his hands anxiously. There was no more time to waste. "So, are we going to do this or what?"

Nancy gripped the edge of her chair, taking a deep breath and looked over towards Kristen. The blond haired girl gave a grim, determined smile. "Okay, let's do this!"

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