You end up falling back to sleep, but when you wake up you feel as if you were up all night. Your head is pounding, and there's a noise in your head that reminded you of static. It slowly fades away as you continue to get ready, but your headache remains. You go through your daily routine, including taking your medicine.

"(Name)! Jane is here!" You think for a moment before remembering that she was giving you a ride to school. You grab your shoes, pick your bag up, and run down the stairs. Jane is standing in the entry way to the house, and your roomate is glaring her down. You stop on the stairs and watch as Jane just tilts her head to the side. From your stance, you can see her eyes under the lens, and you wish your meds would kick in. You swear that her eyes are sparkling black…

"Hey, Jane. Where are the boys?" You skip down the stairs, taking them two at a time. You stop still when you notice Jane's smile. It sends this chill down your back that you can't explain.

"They're at school, sweetie. I thought you and I could get to know each other better." She opens the door back up, her glittery black nails sparkling. You smile and shrug. Why not? The thought crosses your mind briefly before you follow her out to her car. That beautiful black Lamborghini Diablo SE30. She pressed a button on her keys that sent the doors slowly sliding upward. You slip into the passenger seat, tossing your bag into the back seat. As the doors slid back into place, you noticed something by the edge of the trees, a white and black blur of some sort. You look out the window, but whatever it was, it's gone now.

You turn back to Jane, who seems to be watching you intently. "Did you see that?" She smiles sweetly and shakes her head, turning the key in the ignition as she does.

"I didn't see anything, (Name)." She turns her eyes back to the road, and as she does you catch a glimpse of those black eyes again. You shake your head and look back out the window.

"Jane? What color are your eyes?" You stare straight out the window, but you can feel her looking at you as she answers.

"Dark blue. A kind of purplish blue, to be honest. Why?" You shake your head and smile.

"No reason." The rest of the drive to school is spent by talking about her brothers; in particular, Tim and Brian. You just couldn't seem to get the two of them out of your head, which in itself is a miracle. You've never been interested in anyone before, much less attracted to them. There's just something about the two of them that makes you smile, that makes you feel somewhat giddy. You try to push the feeling aside though; it has only been a few days that you've known them. This kind of early attachment cannot be good for someone… but you're also slightly relieved. Now you know that you actually are capable of feeling something for another human being. You had almost begun to worry about it, but you no longer have to.

Now you're just worried about keeping your emotions in check.

As you near the school, Jane hits the side of the steering wheel. "Fuck! I forgot to do the work for Aitkin's class! I cannot get another F in his class. (Name), I'm so sorry, but I have to turn around." She looks up as they pull up to the light, checking before she pulls her U-turn.

"Wait, Jane, just keep going. You can copy mine. Just this once, okay?" You can see the relief as Jane relaxes, slumping forward before straightening out.

"Oh my God, thank you (Name)! You're a lifesaver." You laugh and shrug, telling her that it's really not a big deal. She keeps driving, slowing down to sixty now that you're in town. It's still thirty mph over the limit, but it's better than the eighty she does when you guys hit the freeway. You reach back and grab your bag, looking for the work you had done for French. The language was surprisingly easy for you.

As your flipping through your binder, something slips out, floating down to your feet. You pick it up and turn it over. You freeze, your blood running cold.

It's the note.

The note you threw away last night.

You slip it into your bag and quietly find your French work, pulling it out and handing it to Jane with shaky hands. She says thanks a dozen times as she copies it down, but all you can think is that you may actually be losing your mind.

How the hell did it get back into your bag?

~~~~~0~~~~~

You are bored. More bored than you could possibly imagine being. When did French become so boring?

That would be the moment that you were placed in between Tim and Brian at your table. However, unlike yesterday, the two of them seem unusually tame. Not that this is a bad thing; today you appreciate it. It gives you time to think about that damn note. Were you losing your mind? Or was something else going on?

You don't believe in the occult. You never have. But everything changes, and it may be time for you to reconsider your reality.

You almost laugh aloud at that. What is wrong with you? How could you even consider the possibility that Slenderman is real? Next you're going to be saying that your new friends really are psychopaths and that the Boogie Man lives under your bed.

You smile and write a quick note, then make an exact copy: I believe my sanity is in question. To make sure that I'm not losing my mind, would you please jump up and start dancing. Only then will I believe that I am not losing my mind. You pass one to your right, the other to your left. The response is immediate; both Tim and Brian crack up into laughs. You haven't heard either of them laugh like this before; Tim with his full, rough laugh and Brian with his shoulder shaking, mellow chuckle.

The sound of a throat being cleared makes them quiet down, and you look up at Professor Aitkin.

"Inquiétez-vous pour me dire ce qui est si drôle?" You translate in your head; Care to tell me what is so amusing ?

You consider for a moment before answering, "Ma santé d'esprit, monsieur."

Your professor looks at you and shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. "Please pay attention. Next time, I will ask you to leave. Understood?" The three of you nod, and Aitkin walks back down to the ground level.

Tim looks back in your direction, as does Brian. The two of them both pass back your note, each one having responded the same thing.

Only for you, (Name).

You bite your lip to hide your smile, but you can't seem to hide your blush.