AN: Okay so after all of the action packed stuff during the eight pages. I decided to give everything a rest, and then go back to the action in another couple of chapters when CR and Kate finally go through the mines.

So this chapter is long, and they are going to be long once again! I hope you all like this chapter, cause I'm really tired from this family reunion I had yesterday. We stayed up till like 2 IN THE MORNING! YIKES!

crazy people! Anyway this a chapter going back into the past like chapter 11 so please review and enjoy!

LOVE YA'LL

FAB!

BY THE WAY: romance in here! not between CR and Kate yuck!

Don't own slendy either.

Escaping from the past:

Candon was positive that it was murder, but he claimed his sister's death as an accident. Slenderman murdered his sister; he had purposely drowned her. Presently, Candon didn't want to think about it; he didn't want to think about that incident ever again.

Not long after Christina's death, Candon's family was notified of the accident; and Candon was dragged back to the mental hospital. He claimed that the monster returned and killed his sister, but nobody would give in to his hallucinations. The doctors were a little disappointed in each other; as they thought that Candon was doing so well. Now, he was more than a lost cause. Candon also received Christina's life insurance for further expenses in the future.

Candon sat in "The Chair" for two more agonizing years. He explained to each psychiatrist what he had seen before his eyes. As per usual, Candon participated in several tests; stress tests, MRI's, CT scans, etcetera. However, no one believed his story. A simple boating accident was all it was. Tears welled up in his innocent eyes. No one would believe him, scratch that, no one believed him; not even his sister; not his own parents. He felt so alone in this world. All Candon wanted was a friend who understood the same pain he was experiencing.

Doctors, Nurses and visitors, hearing about the boy, spat at his feet. They spoke trash to the nineteen year old. The nasty words cut deep into Candon like daggers. It was hard enough that he had lost his role model, but even harder now that he had lost his pride.

Candon cried; he wept almost every night. He usually sat in the corner and wished that he had died along his sister that night. What a sad life he was living.

Two years later:

After turning twenty one, Candon was finally let out into the world once again. The doctors grew fond of the boy as he matured and got his act together. Candon took his medication on time, and he never complained. As serious as Candon was, he had a smidge of humor in his personality.

Candon moved back into the countryside where he and his late sister resided. He was given a nurse from the mental institution to keep him company, and to check up on him daily. He felt more relaxed out in the woods for he hadn't seen the monster in a little over four years. Life in his place now was…different, for his caretaker had to make sure that there were no sharp objects around the house, or anything that Candon could potentially hurt himself with. According to the nurse, there was really no need to keep anything hidden from the man; but they were the doctor's orders. To the nurse, Candon was a sweet man. She grew fond of him every day.

The nurse from the institution was a beautiful woman; her name was Leslie Kent. She was around the age of twenty. She obtained gorgeous red hair; few freckles were upon her narrow face. She was average height; she was neither short nor tall. Leslie never wore her uniform. She just wore an average blouse with shorts. Candon loved his nurse. Leslie was kind, gentle, loving and she was easy on the eyes. She had been his nurse ever since he left the hospital; which was approximately two years. For such a lovely woman, he was surprised that she didn't have a boyfriend; or a lover for that matter. Even if she did, Leslie wouldn't have time; she took care of Candon almost twenty four seven. Leslie would arrive at his place at seven in the morning, and leave to go home around nine o' clock at night. Leslie was more than a nurse; she was Candon's best friend. Leslie constantly kept Candon's mind occupied. He loved to read books in his spare time.

It was a beautiful summer day. Candon was in the living room; awkwardly sitting in his chair. He was reading a fat book. For a twenty one year old man, the nurse was surprised that he didn't know how to sit like a normal human being. Candon was wearing a white dress shirt, accessorized with a navy blue tie. He wore black dress pants, and had slipped on polished black shoes.

Leslie wandered into the living room. She noticed Candon with his nose in the book. "What are you reading?" The nurse asked curiously, carrying a cup of tea in her hand. Leslie glanced at the clock; it was almost noon. She had prepared lunch in the kitchen.

"Crap," Candon replied. He threw the book to the side.

"I would hardly call some of Stephen King's books crap, darling." The nurse shook her head as she set the cup of tea beside Candon, "Cream and sugar?"

Candon nodded. He smiled as he gazed upon her hour glass shaped body; when she wasn't looking of course. Leslie was wearing a pink t-shirt, blue shorts that covered three quarters of her butt, and a pair of slip on shoes. A cowboy hat was upon her head. What was she suggesting?

"Where are we going?" Candon raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going out with some friends, silly." Leslie waved her hand up and down. "I'm leaving at about three o' clock. We are going to a jamboree just outside of town. Do you think you can manage supper on your own?"

Candon didn't know what to say. In all the time that she'd been his caretaker, she never left his side for more than an hour. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

Leslie shrugged. "I guess so, but I'm not leaving quite yet. Now, let me go get lunch."

As Leslie left the room, Candon stared down at the ground. He grabbed his herbal tea and took a sip. His mind slipped to the past and the present. He hated the past. He hated the present, but he never really gave a thought about the future. Candon desperately wanted to start anew. He didn't know what to do with his life.

Leslie returned with lunch. It consisted of cucumber sandwiches and raw vegetables. She passed a sandwich to Candon. "Leslie, can I ask you something?"

Leslie sat down in the nearest chair and smiled, "Anything Candon."

He gulped. "Leslie, I feel horrible. Not physically, not mentally but emotionally. I lost my sister a while back, and I'm always feeling guilty inside. I want that guilt to go away. The mental institution wasn't so splendid either. I feel like the only thing that keeps me ticking is you…" Candon trailed off. The words just spilled out. He glanced at Leslie. She pitied the poor man.

Leslie touched his knee with her fingertips. "Candon, even though the past two years have been hard, you've been getting better." –

"But that thing is still in my head and I can't get him out!" Candon pointed a finger fiercely at his head. "I guess what I'm trying to say, is I want to start fresh. I want to leave the past behind. Candon Wellington is dead now!"

The nurse couldn't believe what she was hearing. She choked up, "How are you going to leave the past behind? It will always follow you."

Candon grabbed a hold of his caretaker's wrists. "Leslie, what would you do if you were in my position? Please, you are full of wisdom. For someone my age, you are full of it! Please! Give me a sign of some sort. I need help." Leslie could see the anguish in Candon's eyes.

Leslie smiled. "I guess I would…if you really want to start fresh you…" Leslie stopped for a brief moment. What was she was going to say? The last thing she wanted was Candon doing something stupid; but he really wanted out of this hole, and she wanted to help him climb out of it. She secretly loved him, but was too afraid to admit it.

Leslie sighed. "I would fake my death, and then create a new me; a new name for myself!"

Candon gleefully smiled. That was a perfect idea! He leaned in closer to Leslie. "How would I do it?"

She felt like she was put on the spot. "I don't know! You live out in the country! Pretend you drowned or something!"

"Thanks Leslie," Candon was grateful. "I really needed that."

Leslie grew concerned. "So you are going to fake your death, and leave everything you have behind?"

Candon nodded. "If that is the price I have to pay."

She was heartbroken; Leslie got up. She stormed out of the room, but a hand tightly clutched her wrist. Candon twisted her around, and pulled her body close to his. He pressed his lips onto hers. It started as a soft kiss. Slowly and gently, Candon moved his left hand down Leslie's waist. He ruffled Leslie's hair with his other hand. Leslie felt hot. She returned the kiss. He was so warm; she didn't want to leave his side. The kiss deepened. Candon pulled back; they locked their eyes with each other. After, Candon buried his head into Leslie's neck and kissed it. Leslie groaned.

Candon murmured into Leslie's ear. "Do you really have to go to the jamboree?"

Leslie teased, "Maybe."

If Candon heeded Leslie's words to bury his past, he would never see her again. He could fake his death in less than a few days. Candon wanted to spend the time he had left with not his nurse, but with his true love. Leslie was the only human being he could really trust at this point.

Candon pulled Leslie closer. He whispered into her ear, "Please stay."

Their lips locked again. Leslie felt butterflies in her stomach. She didn't want this to end, for it had already begun. Finally, Leslie grabbed a hold of Candon's blue tie, and yanked it off of his dress shirt. She unbuttoned Candon's shirt slowly.

Candon smiled as he continued to kiss her beautiful soft lips. He scooped her up. Her legs were around his waist, and the two climbed the stairs. This was going to be the best night of his life. A memory that wasn't so painful. It was a part of his past that he was willing to keep.

The next day, Leslie woke up in Candon's bed, naked. She shifted her neck over, and saw that the other half of the bed was empty. After dressing herself, she trotted into an empty kitchen. She observed a note leaning against the fruit basket. She opened the letter and read it carefully.

Dear Leslie,

Thanks for everything! Thanks for being my caretaker and my friend! Thank you for being there during my ups and downs. You are the only one who kept me going! Again, thank you and I will never forget you! And I hope that one day, we will meet again.

Love

-Candon

Leslie sucked her lips, and folded the note. She wasn't sad, but rather happy now that Candon was finally creating a new name for himself. Leslie had the feeling that he was going to become a bigger, better and a happier person.

A few days later, Leslie was told of Candon's death. Apparently, he jumped off a cliff. His body was never found. The mountain was too steep for a search party, but they knew that Mr. Wellington was a goner. If the fall didn't kill him, then a pack of vultures did. Leslie pretended to be shocked and bewildered. She attempted to grieve, but she knew better.

7 years later:

Leslie was taking her break back at the mental institution when she received a letter from one of her co-workers.

"It's for you." Her co-worker stated, flashing it in front of her eyes.

"Really?!" Leslie snatched the letter. She never got mail at the hospital; maybe a few letters from family, but nothing else. Leslie opened the letter.

To Ms. Kent,

I know it has been too long, but I would like to inform you that I am doing well. I have been taking my medication on time, so there is no need to worry. I found a nice place out in the countryside. I'm sure that you know of it! The man you once knew lived in it, so I decided to claim it as my own. I'm a new person now, and enjoying every minute of it! I heard that you were sent back to the institution. I hope you are doing well there. Anyway, I know this is short and sweet, but I wish you luck in the future, and maybe I'll pop by for a visit. Pretend I'm your boyfriend or something.

Please reply,

-CR

Leslie grinned. She was relieved that everything went according to plan. CR? That was a funny name, but if it got him somewhere in his new life, then it would stick. After her lunch break, Leslie returned to her post, and was informed of a new patient. One of the doctors approached Leslie to assess the situation.

"Who is it?" Leslie questioned.

The doctor passed Leslie a clipboard. "It's a girl. Her first name is Kate. She is in a state of shock at the moment."

Leslie nodded. "What was your diagnosis doctor?"

The doctor clenched his jaw. "There was a man you were taking care of seven years ago, who could see a strange faceless man in a suit. This faceless man was on a manhunt, and wouldn't stop until he got his prey. Well, this girl has the same hallucinations. She's constantly paranoid, and is a danger to herself and everyone around her. I find this absolutely amazing!"

"How old is she?"

"She's fifteen." The doctor answered.

"May I go in?"

CR drifted back into the same old home he had resided in seven years ago. He was in a lot of pain back then, and he had to make himself disappear. CR still took medication, no matter how bad it made him feel at times. Now that he is a brand new person, his life is very relaxing. People should focus on the future more. CR is the head of a small postal office, just a few miles away from his residence. He is extremely content living on his own.

CR was wearing the usual, a vivid dress shirt accompanied by dress pants and a colorful tie. He was a guy full of formality. A gentleman, the townspeople would say.

CR sat up from his chair, and strolled outside. He hadn't seen nor thought about the faceless creature in six years. Slenderman must have been a hallucination the whole time! If that was the case, then he was the one who murdered his sister.

CR ran his fingers through his black hair. He casually walked over to the mailbox. The red flag was up. He reached inside and snatched the mail. There was actually something in there! CR was at his wits end sometimes; those nasty kids. They would usually raise the flag, but nothing would be inside the box. He found it annoying while they found it absolutely hilarious. He fished through five envelopes. Bills, bills, bills, government, Kent. KENT!

In a flash, CR dashed inside the house and locked the front door. He slammed his back against it, and slid towards the floor. He quickly opened the fifth envelope. He was excited; for she had responded. CR slightly tore the letter itself, but he didn't care.

Dear CR,

It's good to hear from you! You took the words right out of my mouth! I've missed you. You are probably wondering what's going on in my life right now. Nothing new and important!

By the way, I think you should pay a visit to the institution. I have a new patient named Kate. She is a wonderful woman; and I think you two should meet. I know you don't want to hear this, but I recommend you meeting her, because she's having the same hallucinations as you did years ago. I think talking to her will help everyone incredibly. She talks about this guy named Slenderman, just like you!

Call 405-777-8635. Make a visitors appointment. Come in about two weeks' time, when she's calmed down a bit. Anyways, it's great to hear from you again.

Till we meet again,

-Leslie Kent

CR hugged the note close to his body. Good news in the air today.

Maybe Slenderman wasn't in his head after all. Maybe Slender did kill his sister. This was a sign that Slender wasn't just a mythological creature, but something real.

AN: Tell me what you think cause I was really nervous about this chapter!