Sally's POV
1 Week Later...
I like Lily, because she's really nice. She cries a lot too, though. She says that she misses her friends, or her family. I remember my mommy. And my daddy. I told her that we were her family, and that I was her friend now. She would just shake her head no, and say that she meant other people, different people. I'm playing with Charlie right now, when I hear someone singing. It sounds really pretty, too. I got up from my chair, and held Charlie as I followed the sound, and got in front of Lily's room.
I saw BENny there too. He looked like he was confused. He saw me, and put a finger to his mouth, telling me to stay quiet. I nodded, copying him. I kept hearing the singing. It started on a different song now. But it sounded sadder. It sounded like whoever was singing had started to cry.
"Musing through memories I'd die to be where you are Every night I dream you're still here Hidden companion I'd die to be where you are Every night I dream you're still here I dream you're still here I feel you slipping Every night I dream you're still here
Losing my grip in the grey
Numbing the senses
I feel you slipping away
Fighting to hold on
Clinging to just one more day
Love turns to ashes
With all that I wish could say
I tried to be where you are
The ghost by my side, so perfectly clear
When I awake, you disappear
Back to the shadows
With all I hold, dear
With all I hold, dear
I dream you're still here
Phantom be still in my heart
Make me a promise that
Time won't erase us
That we were not lost from the start
I tried to be where you are
The ghost by my side, so perfectly clear
When I awake, you disappear
Back to the shadows
With all I hold, dear
With all I hold, dear
I dream you're still here
Ever slightly out of reach
I dream you're still here
But it breaks so easily
I try to protect you
I can't let you fade
I feel you slipping away
The ghost by my side, so perfectly clear
When I awake, you disappear
Back to the shadows
With all I hold, dear
With all I hold, dear
I dream you're still here
I dream you're still here
Every night I dream you're still
Every night I dream you're still here..."
I heard the person start crying, and I looked at BENny. He looked sad. I don't know why. He opened the door, and went inside. I followed him, and saw lily by the window, crying. She was looking at a patch of frost on her window. I think that she saw us, but probably didn't.
Why is she so sad?
BEN's POV
I'm in my room, playing Super Smash Bro's, when I suddenly hear singing. I froze, instantly recognizing the tone. It was a sad one. And I recognized the singing. It was Lillian's. I paused the game, and got up, walking out of my room and poking my head out of the door. Yep; it was definitely Lillian who was singing. I crept silently down the hall, being careful not to bring any attention to myself. I soon got to the room, and heard her; yes, she was definitely upset about something.
I was confused. Why was she singing? It was weird. Sally suddenly came, and I motioned for her to be quiet. She copied me, and I heard the song suddenly change. Now, it sounded as if she was crying-while she was singing...That's never happened before. As the song ended, I opened the door, and slowly and quietly crept into the room. She was staring at the window, on a certain spot. On that spot, I saw, was frost. I suddenly knew why she was crying and singing. The frost on the window had reminded her of Jack, and I remembered how she told me once that she was trying to talk to him, trying to get him to hear her.
Little did she know, he already did, if the things I saw before really did happen. I saw, in her reflection, that her eyes seemed to glow...that they were a brighter green than before. Her eyes, when she doesn't cry, are a green color with small, blue specks. But, now that I pay attention, it seems that they're a brighter color, and the blue is more visible. Actually, it seems that they're even more blue, now that I look closer.
Is that normal for a mortal?
And, if it isn't...
...how is it possible?
I crept closer to her, and she suddenly spun around, her eyes widened in surprise. Shit, she must have seen me. She looked down, and I knew that she was ashamed of herself, because she'd cried in front of me. I had a feeling from her, one that suggested that she didn't want to be weak in other's eyes. I also has the feeling that it broke her, that it drove her to near insanity, knowing that others here could be whispering about her behind her back, laughing at her. That, I knew from that one time I went to her school. And then there's the fact that she's been having a rather lot of nightmares lately. Yet, we never know what their about, nor where they come from, because she doesn't talk about them. They must be horrible, since screaming always jolts me, and others in the Mansion, awake and alert. Jeff, I'm guessing, doesn't even give a damn about how terrified she gets, only that it wakes him up. That's what actually really pisses me off.
It's too weird. How she doesn't just give up when the going gets tough. How she tries to pull through, tries to be open, yet shuts herself off from the rest of the world. In the time that I was stalking her, I saw that she was rather comfortable online. She was way more open, than in the real world. Her insecurities immediately disappeared, and she actually enjoyed herself way more. Especially when she was writing. She loved to write, and I would often see her typing away at the keyboard, her fingers lightning quick, and they went even faster when an idea struck her. I would know when she had an idea, since her eyes would light up with excitement. I was actually stumped at how she could be excited about a simple idea for a story, but that was before I read a few chapters. Yes, I have read some of each. It seems that she makes them about imaginary characters, or so I thought before both what Lillian had told me and my encounter with her long-lost friend, though I didn't consider him as a "friend." He has left her all alone for years, hasn't he? Friends don't do that, though I haven't really had any, in both my mortal and Creepypasta life.
Sure, there are others here, just like me, they're killers, while Lillian is just a mortal, whom of which has not killed in her life. But, she's different, than other mortals. For example, she actually stood up to me when I first appeared to her in person, and threatened to squirt me with a water gun. I suddenly remembered when she was sending one of what she liked to call her "Death Glares" towards one of the boys in her class. I remembered him looking terrified. Now, this was the day that I'd gone to school with her. But, that look of fear, it left me wondering, wondering how a simple glare from her could make him terrified. It was weird. All of this, all of it was just insane, despite my diagnosis of being so. I suddenly felt the urge to ask Lily exactly what happened that night, because that might give an explanation as to what makes her so damn scary to others. What makes the boys run away from her. What makes her so kind to children, especially the younger ones.
But, most of all, why she's different from the rest.
Lily's POV
As I stared at the ground, I remembered that night, and what I knew happened, how Pitch had nearly destroyed Jack, and how I was different ever since then...I suddenly remembered the nightmares, and mentally cringed. They were the worst part of it. I was hurting them, and Pitch was making me...I can still hear them, it's torturing me, it's driving me to insanity...I can't hide from him, he's always finding me, he'll never stop torturing me, I want him to go away already, I can't take this anymore...He knows that this is breaking me, I know that he 's going to come sooner or later, come to finish what he started all that time ago...It's all I can do not to scream, scream at that horrible memory, the one that haunted me, the one with my childhood friend, with Jack, him yelling, him with fear in his eyes at the sight of me...
"H-Help me..."
I whispered, those two words meant for the ones that would make it all better, the ones that could drive him away, the ones that should be here now...I heard static-like sounds in the air, and knew that Slenderman was coming. When they stopped, I heard the faceless man in my head.
"What is the matter, child?"
I vaguely remembered a boy in my class...He'd call me child, actually, he'd call most everyone child. He was in my desk group, in my class, at school...Even more tears began to brim in my eyes, at the memory that forced it's way into my mind, pushing away that other vague memory. The memory of the nightmare, their screams, their pleas, my insane laughter, it all forced it's way into my mind's eye, and the heartbreak, the pain started stabbing at my heart again and again...He would never give up, not until I broke, not until I was driven to the brink of insanity, then he would make me his puppet, his way of breaking the Guardians apart, of picking them off one by one...
"Is this what has made you so upset in the past week, child?"
I slowly nodded yes, my hands now grabbing at my hair, yanking at it, as if it were a curse placed upon me. My head started pounding, and the pain stopped, so suddenly that it surprised me. But then...An exploding pain wracked through my entire body, and I could very faintly hear chuckling, which burst into full-on laughter within seconds. It hurt so much, it felt as if I was being ripped apart...
3rd Person POV
Lillian suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream, which made BEN cover his elfin ears to protect them from the sound, forcing his eyes to close as to not see the girl that was a mere 2 feet away from him.. The sound itself was horrible, filled with pain and anguish. BEN could not believe that the 11 year-old girl could make a horrible sound like that. It was nearly too horrible for him to describe, but he knew that he had made that scream once; back when he was but a mortal, and he was drowning, when he made made that desperate scream for help. Yet the scream that Lillian was making now seemed different; it wasn't a desperate plea for help, it was one begging for the pain to end, one that wanted the end.
Then, the screaming stopped.
BEN forced his eyes open, though mentally he didn't want to see the state that Lillian was in. What he saw made him freeze, as still as a block of ice. The pounding of many pairs of shoes on stairs refused to catch his attention, as numerous Creepypasta's burst in through the doorway, LJ, Toby, Liu, and Clockwork among the group. LJ, instead of laughing insanely at the sight, as he usually would have, just stared, his face blank of any emotion. Sally, whom of which had her sight blocked by the lot of them, pushed her way through, still clutching Charlie the Teddy Bear in her small hands, a look of determination to see what happened etched on her young face. She finally managed to get to the front, and she was confused by what she saw. The golden-brown-haired girl that she had befriended was lying on the ground, seemingly inanimate. A single tear slid slowly down Lillian's face, dropping onto the wooden floor on which she lay.
There was only a single thought that nearly everyone shared, except for Slenderman.
What in the Devil's name happened?