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09| Liar LYLA Pants on Digital Fire
What adjective would describe the emotions facing me? Bamboozled, frightened, and scared shitless. Well, that's more than one adjective. But, you get the point.
The stories (Y/N)'s parents told her when she was younger built her an immunity against danger. And as of today, she steered away and recklessly abandoned the need to get involved with calamity.
Some of the best tales she heard were of the dangerous of the venomous coral snake nest that stalked her neighborhood. "Red and Yellow, kill a fellow. Red and black, lack venom." She learned from the ladder after a local boy trampled over a poor serpent, and ended up in the ICU with skin like a pufferfish.
But, this red and black snake had more than bite!
He had great talons and sharp claws that surged forward stealing a strand of (Y/N)'s precious (H/C) locks.
Falling onto her back, (Y/N) stumbled back in fear of the man hovering before her face. This is Miguel, the hero of the multiverse, and he was suffocating (Y/N)'s personal space.
Imagine this: A girl quivering under a man five times her size stands menacingly as a butcher would when he finds his swine cowering from his bloody machete. His shadow swallowed her whole. Forget menacing-the guy brought a whole new definition to the word murderous.
Something she did not want to know anymore of his intentions. Her legs were already thinking ahead of her brain as she grasped at whatever courage she had left and sprinted away.
The rooftop door slammed shut and echoed along the rain and thunder that freely fell along the roof. He stood there darkly staring ahead as he watched his prey scamper off. He was cruel in his pursuit all predatory and no shame as he gave her a sliver of hope that she managed to get away.
It was dark. Darker than night and the pictures books of galaxies that (Y/N) read in her Physics class. Once enamored by the privacy and beauty of the darkness, (Y/N) hated the feeling that no one was near her to offer protection.
She hated the silence the reverberated across her monotonous room that once allowed her to play horror games in fullness. She despised the way how she refused to bring the night light her mother bought her as a child in order to be a "grown adult". She hated how she denied any form of human interaction other than a ducking. cellphone to take in her fear, love, and devotion- because right now what could a dead phone do for her.
Scrambling to the outlet, she plunged in her phone in hopes that the dainty and sarcastic woman would be their with a nonchalant smile that said "I told you that you were a badass!"
