This wasn’t suppose to happen, though I guess I should have seen it coming a mile away, after all. Am I a fool? Maybe. I’m not sure–everything is so twisted and confusing, and I’m left grasping at straws. How… why? How?! Epsecially, how! Is there… something wrong with me? Somewhere inside, something must be broken. What should have left me horrified, has only left me… flushed. Flustered. …Giddy.
Let us be in love… tonight.
Wirr had agreed, offered even, as we strolled through the mall, his intense gaze flickering towards me affectionately–the poster of Nightmare on Elms Street directly to my left. I had been eyeing it before gazing up at the boy who so easily stole my heart. He nods toward the poster, I follow his nod and then burst into a grin, beaming up at him like the goddamn christmas tree.
Wirr doesn’t like scary movies, but he says, maybe it’s time to try them again.
I’m not sure why I’m always determined to see scary movies–I guess I want to be afraid… I want there to be something out there that can top what my mind already puts me through…or had put me through. Regardless of the constant, horrible, violent nightmares, I want to scream, I want to fear. It’s a rush. It makes me feel… more alive. Guess that’s better then doing random dangerous shit.
Within the first two minutes of the movie, I was the only person to scream in the theater. I don’t do well with things popping out at me–and I was excited. Good, this was good… scare me harder…
…But as the movie went on, fairly early on really… I couldn’t help but squeal at Freddy. I found him… attractive. Cute. His voice… oh god, his voice! I easily found myself admiring his voice, the low, rough darkly amused sarcastic snarkyvoice.
