freddy's coming for you

 Here’s a list of one-liners inspired by one of my all-time favorite books/movies, Silver Linings Playbook.

"I’m empty. I have nothing."

"Calm down, crazy."

"You’re killing me!"

"Do you feel that? That’s emotion."

"You’re hiding something from me, I can tell."

"Do you love me?"

"Maybe I know something you don’t know."

"You say more inappropriate things than appropriate things."

"I still love you in my own fucked-up way."

"You look nice. Oh - I’m not flirting with you."

"I need you so fucking bad."

"You know, for a while, I thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me. But now I’m starting to think you’re the worst."

"What did the doctor say?"

"I don’t feel anything."

"Can you forgive? Are you any good at that?"

"When I needed you the most, I was abandoned."

"You’re a hypocrite."

"I’m risking a lot, but only because I believe in you."

"I don’t want to stay in this bad place. I want a happy ending."

"You have poor social skills. You have a problem."

"Miracles happen on Christmas; everybody knows that."

"Are you taking the proper dosage of your medication?"

"It can still be a date if you order Raisin Bran."

"I opened up to you, and you judged me."

"They’re my best friend, but they’re not you. You’re the one I love."

"This whole thing was a mistake."

"When life reaches out to you, it’s a sin if you don’t reach back."

"I love you. I knew it the minute I met you."

"I’m just trying to be romantic."

hislittlenancy

                "Nancy, my name's Nancy. What the hell is this place?"                 Nancy cocked her head to the side slightly as she took                 in the girl's appearance. She imagined she was quite                 pretty before something...or someone; the burns around                 her eyes, the point of her ears, the black onyx of her                 irises, she had flecks on the inhuman about her, each                 more jarring than the last.

                The house had been steeped in legend and mystery and                 Nancy's life work was built on things just like this. She                 wouldn't just be hurried off.

                "You get why I'm so testy..." she murmured, biting at her lip.                 Nancy always felt nervous when she spoke about him. She                 knew fear of him gave him life like some never-ending loop;                 but she also knew it would take more than a story to scare                 Peter. "What do you wanna know? I started having dreams                 when I was in high school...he's killed four of my friends, my                 mother...I thought he--we stopped him..."

                "...all the time. Even when there's no one to see.                 The hair on the back of your neck prickles, its hard                  to breathe...I get that feeling a lot.

                W h y ?"

                The fight seemed to go on forever when it really                 only lasted a few minutes. By the end her shirt                 was speckled in Walker blood, her heart racing,                 but she was still alive. That was what mattered.                 She let out a breath of a laugh at Daryl, trying to                 suck air back into her lungs.

                "Nice shooting, Dixon. Thanks. You saved my                 skin. Shame I couldn't save my shirt...I'll owe you."

                "Your word is your bond," she murmured, hoping                 she was right. Soon she would be standing in the                 middle of the fire. Walker groups had been spotted                 around the campsite and they all decided it was                 better to lure them out now and pick them off than                 wait for them to sneak up in the night.

                Lucky for Nancy she'd been chosen to be the bait.                 Daryl would help pick them off with his crossbow                 while she took them out up close.

                Walking to the clearing, Nancy started the trap, her                 yells carrying far. They came faster than she had                 expected and she slammed an axe into one of their                 heads, only hoping Daryl had her back.

{ While a part of her does indeed take true interest in the particular    notion of assisting the uncomfortable young woman, it cannot be   stated with absolute sincerity that that is the sole reason behind   the decent amount of enthusiasm she is presently demonstrating. }

                Nancy let out a bark of a laugh that was mixed                 with hopelessness and fear. Not having to worry                 anymore; what a wish. What did she think she                 could do? What did any of them think they could                 do? They would file paperwork and track dead-                 end leads until her body finally gave up and she                 would die. Die by that bastard's hand. And there                 wasn't a damn thing they could do. Nancy's eyes                 welled up with tears and she brushed away one                 that escaped before finally nodding. If answering                 her questions meant she got to leave, fine.

                "Yeah, okay, fine, fire away...I'm Nancy."

                “Well” he pushed on a chair and sat on “Since it seems that we both will stay awake all night, we sure do have more than time to ear that story”

                Nancy looked up, a bit surprised that he'd bother.                 The ghost of a smile crossed her lips, fear forcing                 anything bigger back, before she nodded. There                 was a silence after his words stretched on a few                 minutes while she tried to collect her thoughts, to                 figure out if there was any way to word all of this                 without sounding completely deranged.

                "I've lost three friends in the past month. A suicide,                 a homicide and a prison killing. That's what all the                 police say. But I...I think--I know they're wrong....                 They're wrong because...someone's trying to kill me.                 He killed my friends. And it--it was all in our dreams.                 And I need someone to believe me because I feel                 like I'm going insane.

                "Someone from my past...his name is Freddy.                 He--" A lump in her throat caught the rest of                 her words and Nancy did her best to swallow                 past it. There wasn't much anymore that could                 frighten Nancy but that bastard still clung deep                 inside, in the dark recesses that she couldn't                 reach. "I don't know what he is but he can kill                 you...inside your dreams."