inspired by A Nightmare On Elm Street '84
written in the point of view of Lantz
"What if we lived in a like totally different kind of society."
Having an engaging conversation was one of the best feelings ever. You knew you really found someone different, someone special when you can ignore the rights and wrongs for a second and spill your guts out to them.
She listened to everything I said as she lay next to me, sheets covering the dangerous parts but the moonlight highlighted the better parts like the shine in her deep eyes. She watched me as I picked my brain for my identity, ripping apart layers of me in her mind.
Heaven knows what she was thinking.
"That's really deep," she chuckled, bare shoulders shaking beneath the sheets.
"I know Y/N but think about it, the things that we're told we shouldn't do, the things I wanna do like a lie, drink, do drugs were a single persons beliefs that just happened to turn into the fucking law!"
I sit up, enthusiasm cascading down my bare torso.
"Isn't that crazy?"
She continued to giggle but the content behind it showed how much she truly agreed and that was what reeled me into her.
"Fuck morality sucks," I huff back down on the mattress, huddling up just like her and tracing the locks that cover her ethereal face.
She scoots closer, eyelashes tickling my face each time she blinks. It's these childish but peaceful moments that I couldn't have anywhere else. I move onto my back, her head situating itself on my chest. I could feel her counting my heartbeats and mimicking my breaths.
There was a comfortable silence in paradise.
"Tell me about Nancy."
I freeze, being ripped away from my magazine clipping back to reality where I had another girl waiting for me just across the street.
"Well, what do you want to know?"
The hand that I have on my back suddenly feels dirty and heavy so I remove my touch, not daring to look away from my light.
"What is she like?"
She hums happily into my warmth even though I'm freezing at the coldness of my heart in this situation.
"She's crazy."
She chuckles in reply but she doesn't understand. I had to watch her sleep on more than once occasion, called her only for her to pick up screaming hysterically, gone weeks without seeing her walk out of the house. Yet, I was attached to her because I didn't really want to let go of that security of being in a relationship.
There was something about Y/N that couldn't keep me away. I was like a desperate dog with her only going away and leaving her alone whilst fed. There was only one problem with her, a single flaw.
"I don't know what it is but I feel like I've known you forever but like you never leave your house, you don't go to our school even though it's the only one in the area. What's up with that?" I look down at her and she looks up at me.
She smirks devilishly but it was beyond the expressions she pulled moments ago under my touch, it was darker. Her arms became suffocating around my stomach.
"I don't know, sometimes I just get a little hungry," she laughs, not stopping to take a single breath.
I lean away with a struggle, asking her;
