Meeting Slenderman CH 4
I woke up still tired, with a headache and the feeling of bruises down my sides. I rubbed my eyes slowly and then opened them. The dim moonlight that peeked through the top of the shelter indicated it must have been around the middle of the night. I looked at my wrist, the wound I had still looked fresh and it stung. But the bite marks on my neck were now mostly just deep scars.
He controlled how fast I healed. If he really wanted to, he could break every bone in my body, and then they would all be healed by the next day. I sighed, flopping my hand gently back onto the ground.
After laying down and looking up at the starry sky for a few minutes, I decided to sit up. A little too fast. My head throbbed as my blood rushed. I held my head in my arms for a little while until the pain ceased. Maybe I should consider not being an idiot and just accept the fact that i'm never leaving this place. Hmmm... Or, maybe I should try being as happy and nice as possible and try and get a chance out. I smiled a little as I thought about being back at home. Nice and warm, surrounded by my family as they cried over how much they missed me. I rolled my eyes at myself, my small smile dissapearing. Who was I kidding. I'm not going anywhere.
I ran a hand through my brown hair, thankful that it rarely got tangled and remained straight. A few stray hairs kept flying in my face. I'd push them away, but they'd keep coming back. I remembered that I had an elastic band tucked away in my jean pocket. I pulled it out and tied my hair up into a high pony tail, tucking away the fly aways.
I heard my stomach grumble and twist. I realized that I hadn't eaten in the last day. Thinking back, I would rather starve to death than eat what he eats. I frequintly get mad at myself now for even thinking that the meat I had eaten was good. But even as I remebered the savory taste, my mouth started watering.
As if he knew what I was thinking, a slender hand reached into the tent and grabbed my bad wrist. The action made me feel more frusturation than pain. Stumbling out, I almost fell to the ground, but his hand gripped tighter, and stopped me. I watched, standing up, as the red liquid dripped down my arm and seeped around his fingers. The dark color standing out boldly on his whitish skin. I looked up to see him grinning madly. By the way his head was positioned, I would assume he was looking at my blood, that was making quite the mess.
"Pretty Emily," he purred, "Your pale skin looks so much better adorned in crimson blood." He took his hand off my arm and brought it up to his mouth. His long tongue slithered around his fingers, cleaning up every drop. I kept my eyes down at my now stinging arm. The cold night air made me shiver. His hand dropped down, back onto my arm. I was tempted to pull away, but I remebered that maybe it would be smarter to just stay still. He bent down and slowly pulled my arm up towards him. His tongue was warm against my cold skin. I whimpered when he went lightly over the gash. I could see him smile. The tip of his tongue pressed deeply into the lines of the symbol. I let out a short scream of pain. I tried pulling back, but his other hand gripped tightly around my waist. My wrist felt like it was on fire. My knees grew weak, and my breathing grew heavy. He pulled me closer to him, and leaned beside my ear. "You break so easily. So... weak,"
Screw this, there is no way in hell I can even try to be nice to this thing! I was so done with his bull shit. He was keeping me here for his own personal entertainment. His little toy. I had to think, fast. The more I thought, the more the anger pushed. The words were begging to fly out of my mouth. I slapped his filthy hands off of my waist and took a few steps back.
"You know what Slendy? You're a fucking dick!" What was that expression he had? Hurt? Maybe, but I wasn't over yet. "And I am sick of being your little fucking play thing!" His expression changed from pure shock to a wide smile.
"Oh Emily, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to displease you-" He reached out to me, but I swatted his hand away.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! I am tired of your bullshit! Don't even pretend that you 'care' about me anymore, I see right through your stupid act," My rage I have been holding in was finally boiling over and it felt great to take it out on him. The surprised expression returned. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" It was my turn to fake. "I feel so terrible, it's not like you are ruining my life or anything," I would've continued, but something shifted. Like, in the atmosphere. Not meaning the now awkward silence betwen us, but the legitimate atmosphere that surrounded the forest.
"Leave," Expressionless, motionless, painless. The shallow word echoed in my head. If my mind was in full comprehension of what just happened, I would have ran and never looked back. But I just stood there.
"W-wait, what?" What the hell was wrong with me? Why weren't my feet moving? Why wasn't I running into the sunset?
"That's what you want, isn't it, to leave?" I stood awestruck, hands still crossed at my chest. I am so confused. Why am I not getting bashed into a tree or some shit like that. I bit my lip, deep in thought.
"Urm, y-yeah..." I turned around feeling more than awkward. My steps were anything but graceful. Clumsy, stiff, confused.
Once I could see the end of the forest, my steps got faster and faster. I could taste the freedom. The tears started to stream down my face. My mouth widened into a real smile. A smile I haven't felt for god knows how long. I pushed my way through the last of the trees and bushes. Not caring that I was scratching my legs on thorns. I was out of that hell hole. I didn't stop there though, I ran until I got into my neighberhood and counted the numbers down to my house.
I stopped in front of my home. Taking in the creme colors and blooming flowers in the garden. I ran up to the door and got the spare key from the flower pot. Sliding in the key, I took a deep breath and opened the door. I tried to be quiet considering everyone would probably be sleeping.
And then, everything came crashing down. My nightmare worsened. The house was empty. No one was there to welcome me back. To give me loving and heartfelt hugs. That wasn't even the worst part... not even close. I read a piece of lined paper in my hands. The words written on it tore me to shreds. My knees crumpled underneath me and I slid down the wall I was now backed up against. The sheet left my hands and drifted down to the floor along side me.
They didn't even care. My own family didn't give a fuck that I had been gone for days. They were having the time of their lives, on vacation, and I'm sitting here in my own big pile of misery. I sat in a ball sobbing, surprised I still had enough tears to spear. My home grew cold and un welcoming. The warm colors on the walls turned grey. My heart felt shattered and forgotten. I didn't know what to do anymore. What could I do...
It felt as if I have been sitting here for days. The last bits of hope I had, have been decayed. I sat emotionless, one leg still at my chest, the other straight out on the ground. My arm resting on my knee held up my tired head. My eyes were not focused on anything particular and my mind was empty.
If it wasn't for the pale hand that appeared reaching down to me, I probably would have sat there for hours. Snapping out of whatever blank state I was in, my puffy eyes looked up. I almost laughed. After me bitching out at him, he still comes to find me. Than again, what else would I do right now. I reached up and grabbed on to his hand. He gently pulled me up, as if I would fall apart if he was too rough. I think it was a little late to be worrying about that.
Before I could blink we were back in the forest. The transition made me dizzy and I almost fell over. Slenderman held onto my arms, making sure I didn't. He gave a look as if to ask if I was okay.
"Are you okay?" Was I okay? What kind of question was that?!
"Yeah, I'm doing great! It's not like my family doesn't care about me or anything. I feel freakin wonderful! Better than ever! Splendid!" I was hysterical. My evident sarcasm and twisted laughter was soon weakened by tears that started running down my cheeks. I cried and laughed at the same time, not really knowing where my mind was heading. I dug my nails into my hands, a trail of blood falling to the leafy ground. His hands twitched at my blood, and reached out to grab mine. But instead of licking away the blood he used the sleeve of his suit to wipe in away. I was confused at his caring actions, but thought nothing more of it.
The mixture of laughing and crying was broken down into a loud sob. Though the blood was gone, he kept my hands in his. He pulled me closer to him. Quickly, but carefully, embracing me in a hug. Not a possessive one, but one that showed true caring. Like he actually had a spark of love deep down in that tall, pale body. I cried into his shoulder and he stroked my brown hair. He was soon sitting on the cool ground. He cradeled me in his arms as if I was a small child, scared from a bad dream. The only difference being that I wasn't a child, nor was any of this just a dream.
My misty eyes stared at the starry sky. No more tears were falling down my cheeks. I grew even more exhausted as he held me closer. My eyelids gre heavier and heavier by the second. I was not yet asleep but my eyes were closed and I felt him stand up and begin walking. His graceful movements made it seem like we weren't even moving at all. Slenderman slowly came to a stop. I felt his warm grip on me loosen. The cool air chilled my skin and I stirred.
"D-don't let me go," I whispered words I never thought would slip out of my mouth. Especially not him. He silently pulled me back up. I slightly smiled, feeling glad that he listened.
I layed there, quietly, no questions asked. His hand softly stroked my hair. I felt content, not scared, not hateful, not regretful. At this moment I didn't have a reason for hating him. If it wasn't for Slenderman I would have been living with a family that was better off without me. Maybe, just maybe he did have a heart. It might be blackened and rotten, but it's still there.