Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Glen Lantz (Fluff)

My breaths came faster the harder I ran, pumping my arms.

Rogue branches and twigs clawed at my arms and face, but I paid that no mind, racing to the edge of the forest.

This was the second time I was running away from him, in the same forest. The last one I was running through a big abandoned house; I don't know which was worse, honestly.

I stumbled over a hidden root, but managed to regain footing, sprinting faster.

"You better run, bitch!"

Why did it feel as though Freddy's breath was right behind me?

I quickly glanced back, seeing nothing- but when I faced forward again, I suddenly crashed right into his six foot figure.

Screaming, I writhed as he grabbed me and held me up with one hand around the throat.

"Didn't run fast enough, see?" He taunted, showing his other hand- a glove, with sharp knives on the fingers.

I clawed helplessly at his hand, watching as his face twisted into a look of utter insanity.

His face, badly burned and scarred, the hat on his head sparing you a chance from seeing what the flames did to him, and his eyes, staring straight into you, the last thing you'd ever see.

It sent chills down my spine. How could I dream of something so horrible?

"No, no, no!" I shrieked, as he brought his gloved hand back and lunged forward-

I screamed aloud as I woke up, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

My blankets were twisted in the end from me thrashing around, and my hair clung to my temples. "My God..."

Glen burst through the door, his eyes wide, his pajamas rumpled. His thick hair was fluffed up, and looked squashed in on the right side. "Y/N, are you okay? Come here."

All the stress from the past few weeks, Rod and Tina's death from Freddy Krueger, as we now knew his name, came piling up and left my eyes in the form of tears.

Glen rushed to my side, putting his arms around me. "I'm sorry this is happening, I should've been here with you."

I ran my hands up and down his arms, sobbing. "Glen, what do we do?"

Glen sighed, pulling back and fixing my hair gently. "I don't know." He said simply.

I grabbed his hands and made him look at me. "There's gotta be a way to stop all of this. He can't keep doing this to us. He already killed Tina and Rod."

Glen's lips pursed. "And I can't lose you, Y/N."

I pressed my face into his chest, blinking my eyes rapidly to clear the tears.

For a few moments the inevitable was unspoken between us. We were beyond tired, scared, and had been losing sleep for who knows how long.

Glen's ex-girlfriend, Nancy, had also been having the dreams, but luckily she hadn't been killed yet by Freddy. I hadn't told my mom, but I didn't think she knew about what was happening.

In the mornings, I'd just put concealer under my eyes to hide the dark circles, and try and drink as much coffee as possible.

Glen kissed my forehead. "It's four AM, do you still wanna sleep and I'll keep watch? I was drinking coffee before I heard you screaming."

I shook my head. "Thanks, Glen, but I can't sleep. Not after that."

I appreciated the offer, but one time I had asked him to do that and I just barely managed to wake up; he'd fallen asleep as well.

He held me tighter, before pulling back. "Wanna watch a movie, then? Take your mind off it?"

That wasn't a bad idea. And I wasn't in any mood to go back to sleep after a dream like that.

Or ever.

I nodded, getting up from the bed. "Lemme get changed first, I'm all sweaty."

He just chuckled as he left. I threw on another shirt and comfy shorts before putting my hair back in a bun.

Glen was waiting near the door when I went out, and we went downstairs to my living room. My parents were out for the weekend, so I had the house to myself.

While Glen flipped through my DVD collection, I made popcorn in the kitchen. Outside, the city lights danced against the black summer sky.

Glen had picked out Risky Business, and I came back bearing the popcorn.

Once we were settled and comfortable on the couch, a blanket thrown over us, my head on his shoulder, the bowl on his lap, I felt safe.

For the first time in days, I felt content. "Thank you, Glen." I leaned up and kissed his jaw.

A smile made its way to his face. "Yeah, you're welcome, Y/N." He lifted my chin up with a finger and kissed me. "Anything to make you feel better."