What's good people? BIOrappers13 here and welcome to a new SLENDER MAN fanfiction! Now, I chose the Slender franchise as my new project this time for a couple reasons. Firstly, I really like writing dark things . Secondly, Slender Man SHOULD be getting over triple the amount of fanfiction he is getting. I'm actually surprised that there are so few of them in comparison to others, there are more Minecraft fanfics then there are for Slendy. So yeah, here's me trying desperately to get more people into the Slender fanfictions. Read and Review, Follow and Favourite and enjoy the story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Slender Man… SLENDER OWNS ME!

BTW: The first two chapters are gonna be written in a child's point of view

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Mommy and Daddy were not very nice people. They did weird things to each other, teased me and weren't very kind to our neighbours. I remember, from when I used to live with them, how they always argued. I can't even remember a day when they weren't fighting.

I recall one time I arrived home after school to see Daddy still in bed. Mom was at work and I wasn't sure she knew what was going on. He was supposed to pick me up from school and when he didn't come; my friend's mom dropped me off. When I arrived at my house, I saw a car parked in front. It didn't seem to be Dad's or Mom's. I found my dad sleeping in his bed, but the surprising part was that there was a woman in the bed with him. She was not my mom.

"Are ya ready for another round?" he said to the woman.

"Another round of what?" I asked him, "Are you two playing a game?"

I didn't exactly know what was going on at all. I didn't know why the woman had to quickly get dressed and leave, I didn't know why Daddy got really angry and I didn't know why he started to hit me.

"Now this going to be our lil' secret," he told me, "And if you tell your ma then I'll make you wish you never been born, ya hear?"

It wasn't the first time Daddy hit me. Sometimes he'd do it whenever he was drunk and Mommy wouldn't do anything about it. But after that day, he did it more often. The woman in the house was Felicia Anderson, she was a librarian at the school I went to. I found out who she was when I saw at school the next day; every time she saw me, she found it necessary to leave the room.

She started appearing at the house more often, but only when mom wasn't home. It was uncomfortable watching daddy kiss her and hug her so much so I always used to go out into the woods whenever she was over. I'd play there for hours until Felicia left. Daddy would then fetch me and warn me again of what would happen if I told anyone about him and Felicia. I promised him I wouldn't. Every time I cried when she was over, he would hit me. Whenever I talked to her, he would hit me. It happened about once a week and I didn't like it at all.

But I kept Daddy's secret. I kept it because I didn't want to see him and Mom fight again. Every time they fought, I would always get dragged into it. Sometimes, whenever Mom and Dad were arguing, I would go out into the woods to play. I'd never go too deep; I'd always stay close enough to the house so I wouldn't get lost.

I remember one day when I was colouring in pictures in my room, my parents started to fight. I blocked my ears so I wouldn't be able to hear them; every time they fought, I would end up crying and every time I cried, Daddy would hit me and Mommy would call me a 'Cry Baby'. I could just barely hear their argument.

"How the hell long has this been going on?" mom screamed at him.

"Nothing is going on, I swear!" dad replied.

"Nothing going on, huh? So you're telling me that a young slut doesn't show up at this house every second week to mess around with you?"

"How the hell did you know about that?"

"So it is TRUE!"

"HOW THE HELL DID… Emily," he said my name. After that I heard a lot of cursing and swearing. I pomise, I didn't tell anyone about him and Felicia, it was not me. Mommy might've found out some other way, all I knew was that it was not me. I made sure to keep my promise. But I knew an excuse wouldn't stop Daddy from hitting me.

"That little piece of crap is gonna wish she'd never been born!" he stormed up the stairs as I began to panic.

"I'm not done with you! Explain yourself!" mom screamed after him. I ran as fast as I could from my room to the bathroom. The bathroom was the only room I was allowed in which had a lock. I sprinted in, slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Please Daddy, I didn't tell anyone!" I explained through the door. My eyes were filling with tears as I began to sob. I could hear him stumbling up the stairs, he had just gotten back from the pub that day.

"Like hell you didn't! Open this Goddamn door!" he smashed his fist against the door with all his might.

"Emily, did you know your father was cheating!?" mother yelled.

"If you don't open this door right now, I'll kill you!"

"Open the door, Emily, and explain to mommy why you were too afraid of daddy to tell me the truth."

"Open the bloody door, Emily!"

"You and your father are terrible! I can't believe you would cheat on me and I can't believe my own daughter wouldn't let me know!"

"I'll kill you when you get out of there."

"Get your ass out here NOW, Emily."

What did I even do? What did I actually do to deserve to be in that situation? I was in a foetal position on the floor of the bathroom, bawling my eyes out, while my parents shrieked horrible things to me. I didn't do anything at all. I didn't deserve any of that. I could hear my father stop banging the door as his argument went from me to mom. I was so scared. Although they weren't yelling at me anymore, I could still hear them fighting right outside that door. The door looked as if it about to collapse. I couldn't stay in that room forever.

It was then when I climbed out the window to our two-storey house. I just barely managed to get out the window and the fall was a bit painful but nowhere near as painful as a beating from my dad would've been. Even from outside the house, I could hear their arguing as if they were right in front of me.

But I wasn't only hearing their current argument. I was hearing mom complaining about how dad was always at the pub, I could hear dad complaining about how mom never had any time for him, I could hear mom complaining about how dad always forgot to pick me up from school, and I could hear dad complaining about how he never wanted a child in the first place. All the arguments they had ever had were echoing through my head and I wanted it all to stop.

So I ran. I ran as fast as I could out the gate, across the road, through the neighbourhood and into the woods. I ran until the sound of my parents' hatred was clear out my head. I didn't care about getting lost at the time. I just wanted them out of my head for good. I ran and ran until my feet felt like they were bleeding and then tripped.

"Ahh!" I shouted as I fell to the ground. I scraped my knee badly against the floor and was bleeding hectically. I looked up and around, all I could see were trees and the night sky. I looked back in the direction at which I came, I must've been running for at least 5 straight minutes because there were no houses, roads, or any signs of civilisation visible. It felt like I was only running for a few seconds. The good part was that I finally had my parents out of my mind. The bad part was that I was hurt in the woods and couldn't see anything, it was so dark.

"HELLO?" I pleaded out, "I need help! I fell and hurt myself!"

Not a sound could be heard.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE! I NEED HELP!" I said with a whimper. "Please… I don't want to be alone in the dark."

It was then when I was someone in the distant. I could only see their face well enough, the person seemed to be wearing a black suit. "Hello? Can you please help me?" I waved to the stranger with one hand as I covered the wound with the other. "Please?"

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It's a good thing that man showed up when he did. I was in so much pain I was about to start crying again. The man was nice; he came to me and picked me up, no questions asked. He could see I was in trouble (sort of) and immediately came to my aid.

I really liked the man. He was tall and strong and had no problem with carrying me. His arms were so long, it was as if he could carry 4 of me at once! He was also dressed formal, wearing a black suit with a red tie. The suit made me know he was a gentleman and not some weird kidnapper.

"Are you taking me to a doctor or are you going to fix my knee by yourself?" I asked. He did not respond. Maybe he wasn't feeling chatty at the time.

Maybe it was because he didn't have a mouth.