Too Far Under The Brush
By XiChan PWNS
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of these Characters, or the Operator/Slenderman. They all belong to their respected Creators and Slenderverses.
Slenderverse involved are:
Marble Hornets
Tribetwelve
EverymanHYBRID
DarkHarvest
It's cold, unseasonably so tonight.
These night seemed to get longer and longer. Alex's not even sure if he's even sleeping anymore. Nobody is at this point. Jeff lounges of in the comfort of his room, playing off to the beat of a classic Decemberists CD on his home stereo. Vince isn't answering the phone and Evan has long gone home about an half an hour past then. Jessa's lost and her existence springs cold formations in the air. Alex isn't sure if it's the open window by the dresser, or the closing isolated feel of Jeff's stare into space. In honest point, Alex hopes she's just roaming; hopefully far away from home somewhere, deserted. Not stretched out in a ditch or sinking into a river.
Jeff has heard enough of that nonsense. He wants no part it; won't even acknowledge the thought of it. Alex understands as does the others. After countless searches, patchy hours of sleep, and scrathches noisily peeling through the walls, their search left many queries and stolen hope. Jeff hasn't left the room since.
Sparky sleeps beneath his hand, rubbing her head against his palm. Glancing at the clock, he sets himself at the edge of the bed. These noise come and go, departing into different directions around the house. Case point, Alex suspects they're coming from the walls or maybe they're just illusions playing off in his head. He isn't sure which but he's hoping on the second suggestion.
Maybe it's really is his mind playing tricks. Maybe all those lacerations were just the medication taking fold. Maybe even that white bald monstrocity crawling through his closet, was just a figment of aberration. But explaining the cause of his bleeding wrists could sing another tune in the other direction. Jeff hasn't spoken, his fingers ghosting over the repeat button several times. Regardless of the open silence it's better than being alone in Alex's case.
His wrists iche immensely, but ignoring them seems to be the better solution. More perfreably getting the sleep he needs. There are dreams that leave him treabling, dreams that leave him screaming and his mother rushing into his room concerned and frowning from the late night wake up. She's asked questions, grab his face, and lay the back of her hand on his forhead. Alex lets her, he's aware of the worried tones he gets from his parents asking too many questions. He want's to laugh and tell them he's fine. But what could he say? There was nothing he could to make them believe.
"Alex, sweetheart what's wrong,"? gripping onto his face whilst stroking his hair, a calming motion he'd agree; if moments like these weren't so mortifying. She'd drone on sweet sympathy. Alex wants to pull away, But pushing away would only lead to more inquiry
He can't tell them. He can't tell them about the nightmares, or the scratches, or the sirens, or even Jeff's unusual behavior. He just wants to get away. Get away from this house,Get away like Jessa may have done, if his mind wasn't pushing to that other option.
"Is it the medicine?" she asks and Alex immediately shuts down. The drugs he's been given, pills and bottles of prescriptions from a doctor who thinks he knows better. Thinks he's know what's been happening, like he's a witness to it all. To Jeff, to Jessa, to Evan, to Vince, and everyone else. Pulling out absurd conclusions and diagnostics like's seen these actions before. Alex shakes beneath the covers, the doctor hasn't seen the nightmares, the monsters, or even his wrists laced in long drags of scratches. He shakes his head, answering in a no gesture.
When she's sure he's calm, she places a kiss on his forehead and leaves, Alex feels a lot more serene, the cold sweats are gone. The nightmares are gone. He hunkers down back in the sheets, and closes his eyes. Now more preferably getting the sleep he needs.
Staying here with Jeff seemed fine enough. As long as someone in the house with him. For however long it takes, he's hoping it'll be over soon. Regardless of the open stillness, it's better than being alone in Alex's case.