Howdy! Just so you know, I'm a new fan of A Nightmare on Elm Street. After seeing the remake, I just had to write something--the characters were calling to me, begging me to write more to the story. That being said, I don't know much about the NOES-verse, just what I saw in the new movie. Therefore, I'm going off of the 2010 plot and characters (which were just superb in my book).

This is a rather short chapter for me; the following chapters will be longer. Hope you enjoy! And please review at the end (PLEASE).

Disclaimer: Belongs to Wes Craven and other people/companies. Not me.

It was still dark. Nancy rolled her head to the side of her pillow, her blue eyes observing the little room, taking in the shadows. Her small cell looked striped, decorated gray and black by the effect of the moonlight on the bars of her window. She wondered what time it was, but she didn't have a clock to give her the answer. It was probably very early. She exhaled loudly. She hated waking up before the sun. She always felt haunted at night, like there was something scratching at the edge of her subconscious trying to get in.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly sat up and stretched her arms, the mattress squeaking in protest. She turned her attention back to the window. Had the little world beyond the plane of glass changed since she went to sleep? Perhaps she had awakened in a completely different place, one that had been lost to her long ago. She stood, eager to see if her little fantasies had come to fruition.

After quietly walking across the room, Nancy peered out the window. Resting her head against the wall, she watched the outside world. The scenery was still the same as the last time she looked outside, except now it was night. The moon was almost full, its bright rays casting an eerie presence on the world below. Everything seemed peaceful, sleepy even. She let out a sigh, allowing her shoulders to relax and sag. It would have been nice to be somewhere else, anywhere else. Closing her eyes, she imagined the wind blowing through her hair and the sun on her face. She would have smiled, but such whimsical thoughts only hurt her aching heart.

She opened her eyes again, this time regarding the thick black bars on the window. She hated them. If only they weren't there, she wouldn't feel so caged. But perhaps it was better they were there. Many people had said she was crazy, so maybe the bars were for her own good, like the nurses told her. Nancy slumped against the wall, her weary brain trying to give her some consolation. You're not crazy, she told herself. She knew she wasn't.

Nancy wished she could remember what events occurred that led to her demise, but she just couldn't. Her memories were completely blank and empty, like she wasn't alive before they brought her to this place, this cell. She ran her hands through her hair—sometimes she went crazy just trying to remember.

There was a noise outside her room; Nancy snapped her head toward the door, her ears craning to her more. Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Nancy figured it was the orderly making his nightly rounds, and her eyes drifted back to the window.

She placed the palm of her hand on the glass. Must be cold outside, she thought wistfully. Her fingers traveled up and down the cold window, tracing the lines of the bars. For several minutes she stood there, allowing the simple movement to take over her mind, giving some rest to her tired brain. Soon, her eyelids began to sag and become heavy. Sleep was returning to her.

Just as quietly as she walked to the window, Nancy slunk back to bed and flopped onto the thin mattress. Looking up at the ceiling, Nancy fingered the piece of jewelry around her neck. She often pondered the little medallions, wondering what clues they held to the life she couldn't remember. She liked them. They let her know she once was a normal human being, someone that probably had friends and a family. Perhaps one of them gave the necklace to her—she definitely liked to think so.

With a soft smile on her face, Nancy fell asleep.