Disclaimer: I own nothing. No really, I pretty much have nothing to my name except for a nickel and a pack of gum, and that's not going to last even a day. Anyways, this was inspired by Nancy's lack of sleep and a few personal experiences. Tis not very long, but that's because I'm currently working on a sequel to another of my stories- Just a Little Nightmare.

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As Nancy stared out into the night sky, she wondered how long she could last. She knew sleep was inevitable, and eventually she would succumb and be forced into the dream world. Still, she tried to stay awake, scarfing down more and more pills to try and stop her eyelids from fluttering. So far so good, no random bouts of sleep, nobody trying to murder her during the time she wasn't wakeful.

If she stayed awake, nothing could happen to her. What about Glen though? Could he endure the sleepless nights? Would he be next on Freddy's list of the dead? Knowing her boyfriend better than probably even his own parents, Nancy knew deep down inside he probably didn't even believe her. That wouldn't turn out so well for him. If he didn't believe her though, there was not much that she could do.

Already he had fallen asleep when she had told him not to. He had drifted off as she was fighting for her life against Freddy Krueger. He couldn't even bother to stay awake, what if it had been him in the dream realm? Not her? Then he would be sorry.

Nancy shot up out of the chair to pace some more. "I can't think like that. Glen's one of the only things I have left. He didn't know what he was doing. I just got to keep an eye on him is all," she muttered.

A hand ran through her hair, noticing the familiar grey streak as it passed. "It's probably from stress," was whispered as she made her way over to mirror. A gasp was heard as she took in her appearance. These nights were really causing her harm. She didn't know what made her look this horrible, perhaps the bloodshot eyes. Maybe it was the gaunt face, or her haggard and unruly hair.

Most likely it was the haunted look her eyes held. The sorrow and pain two friends' deaths reflected in them, veiled only by the longing she felt. Nancy knew she didn't deserve this. Nor Rod, and definitely not Tina.

Thinking of Tina, a large pang hit her heart. While she and Glen were sleeping only a room away, her best friend Tina was being brutally murdered by that bastard Krueger. That only made the sting Nancy felt even more apparent. Filled with a sudden self loathing at her ignorance, she angrily pounded against the wall. A loud, "Keep it down Nancy," was heard from her mother in the other end of the house.

The only response was to storm over to her bed and scream bloody murder into her pillow. When she was done, Nancy's eyes slowly drifted closed. The pillow felt so good. A little nap wouldn't hurt, would it?

That thought was enough though, to send her to the other side of the room faster than you could say "Elm Street". No, she couldn't sleep! Krueger would get her, and she wasn't in the mood to become anyone's carving board. She couldn't sleep. Not now, not ever. She paused. Forever was a long time. That wasn't possible.

"A giant mug of coffee sounds really good right now," Nancy said, shuffling her tired feet over towards the bedroom doors. Opening it softly, as not to wake her mother, she treaded lightly down the steps. "Yes. Got to stay awake."

But even as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen, Nancy knew the coffee wasn't going to help. Everyone had to sleep. It was only a matter of time before she gave in to temptation and slept.

And in another frightened teenager's dream, Freddy let out a huge laugh. Nancy wasn't the only one who eventually gave into temptation.