*Bree's P.O.V.*
Do you ever stop and think about all the things in life that make it worth living? I do it all the time... only to come crashing back down into reality. I hate that word. Reality. I'd much rather live the life I have in my daydreams, but I can't. It's all fake. Unreal.
I like to daydream about the things that I can never have because my daydreams are the only place that I feel happy. My daydreams make it seem as if everything will be okay. I daydream about people in my life, the situations I'm in, everything. I daydream about all the real beauty in the world. The daydreams also make me feel as if I'm happy when I'm not.
One of my favorite things to daydream about is being saved from reality. There's that awful word again. Reality.
Why does reality have to exist? Why can't I just manipulate everything into being something else? Something happier and brighter. If I could, the first thing I'd change is myself. I'm too sad and depressing all the time. I'm never happy anymore. I used to be but that was along time ago. A time ago that doesn't seem to exist anymore.
"Excuse me, miss?" A guy wondered, interrupting my deadly thoughts. I looked up at him from the bench I was sitting on on the side of the busy street to find him smiling down at me, but there was some confusion laced in his blue-grey eyes. He was pale and had a smooth complexion. He had two lip rings on the left corner of his mouth and raven black hair that fell to his shoulders, but it was partially covered by a black beanie. He was wearing a black HIM t-shirt with black skinny jeans, black vans, and a black jacket.
"Yes?" I replied, just barely above a whisper.
"I'm lost, and I was wondering if you could help me, " he explained. His voice was deep and gentle, making me relax a little bit.
"Uh, sure. Where are you headed?" I wondered, grabbing my black bag and resting the straps on either of my shoulders. The bag hung in the middle of my back just below my shoulder blades.
"Battery park, " he answered. Damn, he was a long way from there.
"Damn, you're really lost, " I giggled, standing up in front of him. I was about an inch shorter than him.
"How far are we?" He asked. His voice was tinted with shock.
"About 40 blocks, " I answered. He groaned in response, dropping his head down.
"Don't worry about it. We'll take the subway down to 5th street and walk the rest of the way there, " I assured him. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"I don't have any money, though, " he sighed.
"I'll pay, " I shrugged. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
"No, I can't let you pay for me, " he rejected.
"Would you rather walk 40 blocks?" I argued, hoping he'd just let me pay for him to ride the subway. It's not even that much money anyways. It's only $8 per person to get a subway ticket.
"No, I guess not, " he responded.
"Glad you agree. Now, follow me, " I told him, walking towards my left to the subway entrance at the end of the block. As we were walking, I kept looking back to make sure I didn't lose the guy in the thick swarm of people on the sidewalk.
"Can I hold onto your bag so I don't lose you?" He inquired. I looked back and muttered and 'yes' before I felt his hand grab ahold of the loop at the top of my bag. Soon, we got to the subway entrance and it wasn't as crowded. He walked beside me and followed me down the stairs that took us underground to a platform. At the other end of the platform, there was another set of stairs that took us even further underground. I paid for the guy and I to catch a ride east. We walked onto the concrete platform. There were two railroad tracks on either side of the platform, and they were lowered to make it easier for people to get in and out of the subway cars. The crowd grew again, and I felt the guy's hand latch onto my bag again.
"Left or right?" He asked me.
"Left, " I answered, dragging him to the left side where we waited for the subway train to arrive. Soon, I could hear it screeching in the darkness, and it finally came to a stop in front of us. People flooded out of the cars, only to flood right back in. The guy and I quickly grabbed two free seats next to each other in the back of the car. The doors closed and the train took off.
"My name is Ricky, by the way, " he introduced himself, breaking the ice.
"I'm Bree, " I returned, flashing the best fake smile I could manage.
"So, do you live here?" He wondered.
"Yeah, what about you?" I interrogated.
"I'm actually from Seattle, but I live in Scranton now, " he answered.
"Damn, you're a long way from home, " I replied, causing him to chuckle a bit.
"Well, I'm on tour with my band right now, " he explained. He's in a band? I listen to a shit load of bands, and I've never seen him before. Maybe they're newer or something?
"I wish I recognized you, and I feel a bit guilty for asking but what band?" I rambled.
"We're called Motionless in White, " he answered. Motionless in White? The name sounds familiar, but I don't listen to them. It's a sick name, though.
"That sounds familiar. I'll have to check you guys out. That's a sick name, though, " I complimented him. He smiled and looked down at his shoes.
"Thank you. What kind of music do you listen to?" He asked me.
"I listen to HIM, which by the way, I really like your shirt. I also listen to AFI, Killswitch Engage, Korn, Slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold, My Chemical Romance, System of a Down, Marilyn Manson, and a few others, " I listed. When I told him I liked HIM, his face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.
"Oh my god, HIM is my favorite band!" He gushed, sounding like a fan girl. I giggled.
"What?" He wondered.
"You sound like a fan girl right now, " I answered, letting another giggle leave the back of my throat.
"Whatever, " he smiled, rolling his eyes at me. Soon, the subway came to a stop, and Ricky grabbed onto my bag until we reached the surface. Hundreds of people were running around, car horns seemed to be coming from everywhere, and i started to feel a bit anxious at the amount of people surrounding me. I guess Ricky must've noticed.
"Are you okay?" He inquired, his breath hitting my neck.
"Yeah, I just don't like the crowd of people, " I partially lied. I didn't want to tell him about my anxiety because I didn't want him to think I was weird. We had a nice conversation on the subway, and I wanted to become friends with him. If I told him about my anxiety, he might think it's stupid and leave like everyone else.
"Which way and I'll help us out?" He offered. I pointed towards the left, and he grabbed my hand before pulling me down the block until it wasn't as crowded anymore. Once we were out of the swarm, I noticed that he still had his fingers intertwined with mine as we walked. I looked down and chuckled.
"What?" He wondered. I looked down, and he followed my gaze.
"Oh my god! Sorry, " he apologized, quickly pulling away and hiding his red face. I giggled and shook my head, but my hand felt a bit lonely now.
"It's fine, " I smiled, feeling myself blush as well and teeny tiny butterflies fluttered about in my stomach. We then continued walking towards Battery Park.
