I looked down on his body with sorrow in my eyes. I shuffled closer to him, wanting to cradle him in my arms. However, as I got closer, I started to notice that his chest was moving, as if breathing. I cocked my head in confusion, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Tim?" I asked, eyes full of hope. After a moment of silence, a boisterous snort came from him. My hair stood up at an instant.
"Hey." I said, a bit louder this time. I shook his shoulder lightly. A groan was what I received in return. Thank God.
He's still alive. He's just asleep. But, why is he sleeping here? I pondered for a moment, and I realized...
What was here?
I assumed at first that it was my house, excluding the missing furniture, but as I looked around, I noticed things that did not belong in the place I grew up. The hallway was longer, and there was but a small rectangular window at the end of it. Doors were missing here and there and a warped plastic chair was sitting next to what seemed like a receptionist's desk.
Leaving my brother behind, I poked around the place. I still did not have any clothes on, and it was getting chilly. The cold floor made me feel like I was walking on a family of porcupines. I got behind the desk and checked the compartments. Most of what they contained were indistinct notes. The letters were dreary and smudged, as if it had been wet. One letter contained a prescription for paracetamol.
I was sure that all drawers were checked, but when I was about to return to Tim, I spotted something in the corner of my eye. A black suit. It was at the end of the hallway. Once again, I tensed up and froze at the sight of that horrible suit. I also noticed that it seemed like the suit was getting closer. I gained the courage to fully focus my sight on it, and I realized that it wasn't just the suit. It was Him. His skin somewhat blended in with the white wallpaper of the hallway. Soon enough, I felt my neck sting. I almost forgot about my wound.
I rubbed my hand against my neck, feeling for it, but I felt number and number the closer he got. My entire being buzzed as he was just a foot away from me. I looked down at my feet and pulled the sagging towel closer to my body, in hopes he would leave what seemed like a poor, defenseless girl alone. Instead, he clamped his hands on my shoulders gently. His unusual actions made me jump, especially considering the fact that what warm hands he had when I thought they would be cold, ruthless, bloodstained ones. I shivered in panic, which caused the towel to fall off slightly. Slowly, he traced his hands down my back and held onto the rim of the towel. Oh God.
I shut my eyes tight. What was he doing? What is happening?
He simply pulled the towel closer to my shaking body, making sure it didn't slip off. A few weight was lifted off my shoulders, but that didn't change the fact that I felt like I was carrying the sky. He placed his hand under my chin and lifted my head, so I was looking at his fa- err... Him.
My breath was warm and my eyes were stinging, threatening to shed a tear. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard a sigh.
He was looking down, as if he was disappointed, and let go of me. I, still terrified as ever, stood there like an idiot. I should run. I need to run. I must run. Before my body had processed my thoughts into actions, my mouth said otherwise.
"H-hey..." I stuttered, still shaking in fear. He paid no attention to me. I inhaled audibly and repeated myself, louder this time.
He looked down onto me, a blank canvas where a face should have been bore into my being. I was getting uncomfortable and I slowly shifted away.
"Stop." I heard. It was a voice that seemed to echo all around the place. It was firm and convincing. It was deep and mysterious. It was His. He knelt down so that he was at eye level with me. I simply stared at him in awe. How could he talk? He doesn't even have a mouth.
"Wh... Where am I?" I said, a bit sheepishly. He turned his head, as if looking side to side, and then focused on me again.
"Is it not obvious, Therese?" He replied. I tensed up. Of course he knew my name. Why wouldn't he? He is after all, THE Slenderman. I simply shook my head at his question, and I swear that I could have heard a chuckle.
"You're in a hospital." He said, his voice clouding my mind. I slumped my shoulders forward. That wasn't exactly what I was expecting,
"What hospital?" I said with a little more confidence. He isn't so hard to converse with after all. He pondered for a moment, facing towards the ceiling, and then he got back to me.
"That isn't important." He put it simply. His voice seemed to be colder, so the confidence that I have for 3 seconds was gone. Slender man extended his arm, uttering a simple command.
"Come."
I looked back at my brother, who was sleeping peacefully in front of the plastic wrapped door. I turned back to face Him with worried eyes.
"What about Timothy?" I asked. I expected him to go all "Awww, isn't that sweet she loves him!" but I should really learn to not expect that much.
"Leave the child." He said.
My eyes widened and I immediately backed away. There was no way I was going to go with some monster and leave my brother behind.
"N-No!" I raised my voice.
"Foolish human." he said in a melancholic tone as he grabbed my wrists. He shook his head in disappointment. "You have to."
I jerked my arm away from him.
"Tell me why." I answered in a childish and stubborn tone. Without warning, he grabbed my shoulder again, and in a blink of an eye I was in another place. More importantly, I was alone, with Tim and Slender man gone.
I was in a playground. It was night time and the moon was high in the sky, gleaming a menacing red. Winds rustled the leaves of the trees and crickets hummed in bushes. A few puddles of rain were scattered on the outline of the park. I could hear the rusty sways of swings over by the trees. It didn't take long for me to notice that I was fully clothed again. Did He do this?
I made my way to the sound of the swings and found myself in a playground. It was abandoned, judging by the shoddy slide, the broken seesaws, the rusty swings and the thickness of the canopy enveloping the entire sight. I walked briskly to the center of the playground, only to find Him and my brother on a small merry-go-round. Tim was sleeping somewhat in the center, while the thin-framed man was sitting at the edge, staring into the distance. I rubbed my shoulder, unsure of what to do. I stood there, staring at the man and the sleeping boy. They seemed at peace, like you wouldn't want to disturb them.
Slender looked at my direction and patted a vacant space on the merry-go-round. He was offering me a seat. I obediently followed and sat to his right. I sat with good posture and with my chin raised up. My legs were crossed and my arms to my chest.
I heard him chuckle.
"You are quite arrogant." He said, his voice becoming more velvety than before.
"I need answers." I said.
The hearty mood immediately dropped and I turned to face him, pride still up high. He rubbed his thigh in an annoying manner and sighed.
"Why?"
I raised my eyebrow. Does he really need to ask that?
A/N: Hiiiiiii... I updated the story twice this week! Yerrr for me ^u^
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