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;

"What?"

In one her pink lips stretch out larger than a doorframe, engulfing me whole. I scream into walls that are so strange they appear fictional, I didn't know what was happening. In just my underwear I was falling down a well that resembled the inside of the throat that they just managed to show on nighttime tv. 

"Shit!"

After years of pure terror, plummeting to a concrete ground I land in a warehouse, pipes bursting and blowing smoke that was less sexy than a school dance. I inspect everywhere with utter panic, it was as if I was sucked into a comic that I could often fall asleep with on my chest however my breathing was heavier, the rooms were darker and there were girls who ate people a-fucking-live!

"Don't be scared," a whisper booms from the sky.

Was it even a sky? When I looked up all I could see were pipes tangling with each other like a bunch of snakes slithering and preying. 

"Don't show him your fear."

Telling someone not to be scared was probably the worst attempt at calming me down at that moment. When a voice ruptures from the sky, it has to be questioned and when it tells you to chill out, there is no relaxing. 

"Who are you?" I yell at nothing, voice sounding weird and not even able to be interpreted by myself. 

I see a figure running towards me, hands longer than usual with a menacing stance. It's breathing was rattling and resembled the final breaths of a dying loved one played over and over again to taunt you. I found myself backing away but staying still out of curiosity. Of course, I had to see who it was. 

Under one of the exposed industrial bulbs, used as a horrifically ironic spotlight, was a cluster of burnt skin thrown together in the shape of a man with knives for fingers. I couldn't study his use of a hat or striped sweater further as a hand dragged me away. 

Before I knew it, I was trusting a stranger and running with them to what I could only call safety at this point. Anything was safer than this.

"I'm that chick."

How specific. 

The way she glided around corners and avoided tiny bumps int he ground told me she'd been here a while. this was not her first time at the rodeo and she made it known despite never showing me her face. The ringing sweetness of her voice in a deep tone was strangely familiar maybe out of television, music or school maybe? 

"How long have you been here?"

I let out a breath afterwards as we'd been running a while, the crispy guy still managed to cut us off at spontaneous moments making me jump, however 'that chick' managed to foresee each jumpscare like me playing a horror game at 3 am. 

"8 years."

I look to her with pure shock, pity, sadness and fascination in my eyes. Not that I knew where she was but eight years was a long time for someone to be inside somewhere, trapped. 

We're running still but new corners are cut so that the girl doesn't recognise any of them. She glances over the metal while I fix myself on the creature slithering towards us with red painted on his mind if he had one that was. 

"We have to jump," she says, eyes judging me underneath her large sunglasses and eyebrows furrowing as I protest.

I wasn't ready to sacrifice my life. I had so much to live for, to sort out. Panic overflowed and she grabbed my cheeks, kissing me tenderly as reassurance. 

"You dreaming this is the only way to save us both."

I search in her blocked out eyes. Did I know her?

With a countdown, we jump, her trenchcoat flowed in the air and my vulnerable frame failed around ready to brace the concept of lying and trusting people too hard. As I brush the concept of pain, I am in my room shooting up with beads of sweat. 

The dip in my bed shot fear into my veins and slowly with a dangerously quick heart I glanced to my side only seeing a cuddling Y/N at my side, the sun shining on the cheekbones that brighten her despite being asleep. The last thing I remember this girl was eating me so I poke her exposed forearm, causing her to stir then wake up. 

As soon as she sees me, despite me probably looking like a madman at this point, her lips widen into a smile and her eyes shine bright with no sleepiness.

"Are you hungry?" I manage, analysing her form each snuggle. 

"Starving," she chuckles rubbing her eyes while sitting up.

I blush and smile.

"I bet."