I eye around my room then look back to Slender who was still smiling at me. I can't think of a way to respond until a small, child like thought comes to me. "...Maybe you're lonely." His thumb that had been moving back and forth on my jaw stops the moment I say this. While at the same time his skin reattaches itself over his mouth leaving nothing but a smooth surface. I blink in confusion.
"...Blaye." He starts, completely ignoring what I said. "Doesn't it anger you?"
"What?"
"Your parent's, and their fighting."
"What do you mean?" I brush away his hand.
"Do you like their fighting?" He asks bringing his hand back up as if concerned.
"Of course not!" Small anger rises within me.
"'No one should have to listen to them.' That's what you said, right?" I open my mouth to say something but then close it quickly and look away. He slowly cups his hand on my cheek as a couple seconds pass.
"...Blaye," I eye up at him. "Let me kill them." My eyes widen.
"Wait a second..." But he had already started heading towards my door. I gasp, just then comprehending what he had just suggested. I lunge at his waist pulling him back from walking anymore than a couple steps. "Slender! Don't you dare touch my parents!"
"Why?" A different kind of fear starts to drown my thoughts.
"I'm serious!" I put my leg in front of his.
"At least let me scare the shit out of them. Watch, it'll be funny."
"Slender!"
"Blaye?" My mom calls sounding worried. She was walking up the stairs. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" I pull on Slender's waist making both of us inch back. "Just talking to myself!"
"Oh, alright then..." She still sounds worried but goes back down stairs anyway. I breath out with relieve still clinging tightly onto Slender, now standing slightly in front of him.
He lowers his arm around me.
"You know, I can't teleport when you cling onto me like this." I tighten my hold, pressing my face against his stomach. If that's true then I refuse to let go. Cupping my face with both of his large hands he lifts my head up and looks down on me. Our body's still pressed together I realize how embarrassing the position was. I push away and take a few steps back.
Slender and tall as usual, he stood at the entrance of my room. He could kill my parents so easily; he could kill me so easily. It's terrifying yet, my frustration still manages to return.
"Slender, Why would you say something like that?!" I speak in a loud whisper so my parents won't hear. "I can't live without them! They may make my life miserable but their all I've got!" I wait for his response but he doesn't say anything. I clench my fists and look down. "You really... scared me..." I glare back up at him as I start to walk back into my room. "Don't- don't ever suggest stuff like that! I almost had a heart attack!" Walking around him I head over to the chair where he sat and grab my small book. I feel a hand lay on the back of my neck. "What?" I ask with an annoyed tone. He leans over and whispers in my ear:
"I don't believe you." Spinning around I slap the hand that had been on me.
"You don't get it do you!?" He pushes me back onto the chair while gripping the top rail intimidatingly.
"No, I get it. I just don't believe you." I look up at him in fear but then down in guilt.
I need to find his sympathy, otherwise at this rate he might kill them without even letting me know.
"...I hate them but," Leaning forward I cross my arms in my lap as my hair falls in my face. "Without them, I'm nothing but an-... orphan with no where to go. Their the only family I have, there's no one else." I hear him let go of the chair. "And also I-"
"I'm sorry." He kneels in front of me. "I was being selfish. I would never really do that." I stare at him.
For some reason, even behind that blank service of his I could still feel eyes staring back at me; No, I knew there were eyes staring back at me. I can't help but avert my gaze.
"What do you mean by 'selfish?'" I ask because in order to be selfish you have to only care about your self. How is he being selfish?
"...I've always wanted to kill your parents and take you away from here." My chest starts to ache as my heart rate somewhat increases. I'm suddenly really anxious but I somehow end up giving a small chuckle. Exactly, he's not thinking about me. He wasn't thinking about me at all or my parents. No, he was thinking about us.
"Y-yeah, that- that is pretty selfish. No wonder you're here so often. It kinda feels like you keep checking up on me..." My voice comes out shaky and sarcastic sounding. I lower my head completely now putting my hands between my legs. I wait a bit before asking my real thoughts. "...Why didn't you? What made you change your mind?"
"Hurting you." I look up.
"I don't get it." He was smiling.
"I knew that if I did kill them, you would never be the person you are today. And you would probably hate me. I didn't want that." As my heart thumps painfully that same consuming feeling envelops me: utter fascination.
"I don't... hate you."
"I know."
"So you wouldn't mind if I visited you more often then?" He asks in a non questioning tone.
I want to say no but-
"Yes, actually. If it's okay with you, could I visit you instead?" I want to be away from this house as much as possible. Slender seemed to understand what I was getting at because he immediately agrees with:
"Of course." Suddenly my door opens.
"Blaye?" It was my mom. Not even a second passes when I'm suddenly sitting alone in my room.
"What?" In my room, she looks around at my walls as if she didn't recognize them. Dropping what she had probably planned on talking about, she starts on about my paintings.
"You've been getting into scarier themes now haven't you?" She refers to the paintings with Slenderman on them.
"Yeah..." I eye at them too. She crosses her arms slowly walking farther into my room.
"Blaye, we've decided to call a psychic."