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Friendship Comes with a Price
Chapter 3 Cruel Nostalgic
Sierra walked down the road to the forest while she carried her light bag. She knew every bushes, every cracks and stones that she grew up with.
The road was empty. She looked to her watch, it's eight in the morning.
With nothing else to distract her thoughts, she couldn't help but feeling nostalgic with the warm breeze.
This is the road she used to walk every day when she's in the Elementary School.
She even remembered the day when she slipped on a water puddle and fell down, causing her to came late for school, with wet clothes.
Why they didn't say that the feeling of nostalgic could be so cruel? It made your memories played out in your minds like some Cinematics Record*, and remind you what you lose.
Just don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...
But she couldn't hold back her tears that dropped through her cheek.
Dammit! Don't cry! What are you, ten?
But scolding and taunting herself didn't make things any better. More tears fell down as the result.
It made her frustated. And that meant more tears.
In her early ages, she always been slaved by her own emotion. Sadness, anger, happiness, grieve, she couldn't control it all. The feeling of helplessness made her often cry... Well, alot.
As she grew up, the emotions were more managable. But still, when she was faced with situations where he felt she reached her limit, the only thing she could do before falling into the dark hole of desperation was to cry. But she couldn't even control her tears most of the time.
She decided to focus herself on her steps to distract herself from her own mind.
Walk, walk... just waslk slowly...slowly... a little faster, faster, faster...
Gosh, I don't care, just run!
The wind breezed through her flowing black hair as the locks danced by the rythm of her last steps.
But then her left feet came into collision with something. And all of the sudden, her vision spun around, then her heart skipped a beat as she lose her balance.
Instinctively, she held out her hand in attempt to prevent herself from hitting the hard road.
With a hard thud, her body and her arm came into contact with the road , scrapped her arm a little.
She hissed in pain as her wound on her right arm re-open again, drawing a drop of blood, trickled down the road and creating a line of red on the back of her hand.
She tried to stand up, but each time her muscles would scream and tense causing her to fall back down to the harsh ground.. At that time, she realized she hadn't treated her wounded leg yet.
Finally, Sierra was able to stand up.
Then she froze with sudden realization. She tried to lift a leg, but found it simply impossible because both of her legs felt like they where anchored to the road.
On her left was a small road, guarded by two lines of trees and houses. And Kate's houses was one of them.
She stood there silently. The wind didn't even try to blow the thick air.
A deep, black abyss slowly formed in her chest. Millions of mixed feelings created a hurricane that threaten her to fall into that deep abyss.
She remembered that Kate told her that her parents were out of town too and Sierra quietly thankful fpr that. If not, things will be more complicated.
But that introduced her into a new feeling; guiltiness. How her parents will forgive her if they know? They will blame Sierra's parents , and then because of her letter, Sierra's parents will blame them too. Why, why she didn't think of that earlier?
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... She chanted the words like a prayer, silently hoped that it will become true, while tears slowly dropped down with each words.
As Sierra chanted, she continued to wallk along the roads.
She finally arrived in the nearest forest.
Memories of the last night filled her thoughts. She shook her head in attempt to chase them away, but they came seeping through the cracks of her mind.
As an effort to keep them at bay, she made herself think about other thoughts.
Like how the morning sun reflected and caught by the leaves, making them shone in bright green while the escaped ray of ligths made bright patches on the forest's floor. Those created the bright side of the forest.
While on the dark side, the shadows made by the tress created a shelter for the mysterious inhabitats. She shouldn't be shocked if there were unknown entities lurking deep inside those shadows.
She knew sooner or later she will be walking to the darkness, although deep inside her, she preferred to stay on the bright side.
But that was impossible.
I shouldn't be this selfish, what was I thinking? If I ran away and saved myself, what about Kate? She has done so much for me, I can't just abandon her off of selfish wants.
Sierra shook her head again. Sometimes she just didn't know what she's thinking.
Then something echoed inside her that pushed her other thoughts away, ringing noises.
She swallowed the knot in her throat as the ringing rang louder.
Her heart beat faster as she saw a tall and thin black figure among the trees.
Suddenly, that faceless man appeared in front of her.
With a silent shriek, Sierra took two steps backward, intimidated by his pressence alone.
"You are earlier than I expected", said the faceless man with that same deep, calm voice.
She swallowed again and answered, "That is a good thing right? I mean I-"
"Perhaps"
Then the man started to walk in a strange manner. It's like he floated on the ground rather than walking.
Sierra suspected that she's suppose to be following him, so cautiously, she walked behind the faceless man.
Don't be confused, she was scared of this man, alright. But right now she had so many questions that spinning around in her head.
"What should I call you?", she spurted out suddenly. Damn, you supposed to ask how's Kate- argh, just forget it, stupid girl! Her mind scolded herself.
Suffocating silence filled the air before he answered, his back still facing Sierra. "I have many names, mortal. But recently your kind call me Slender Man"
Wait, Slender Man? That name echoed deep inside her mind, but it didn't ring any bells.
"Have you forgotten? I recall you have searched about me,even if that just a glimpse"
"I don't remember", Sierra said, her voice barely a whisper.
The Slender Man didn't say anything after that, and Sierra didn't mind either. Because she realised they're now walking on a darker road.
TBC.
* It's from Black Butler