So welcome to the very first chapter everyone, I'm always open for ideas on how to make things better, whether it's the plot of the story or just basic character development. Any who, hope you all enjoy! Remember to comment. Please no hateful comments or any of that bullshit thank you!

"talking"

"Rose thought"

"Slendy talking"

Rose P.O.V

You ever get that feeling in the pit of your stomach, as if you don't belong in society, that you're an outcast because you don't look or seem normal to other? I get that feeling, all the time, every since i can remember. My parents used to say that things will get better as I get older, but the older I got, the more I looked different from others. I'm 17 now, and well school can be bit of a bitch for girls like me. I've never just "fitted" in with the other students. My appearance was not "normal", as the kids teased me, the boys seemed to enjoy my looks, called them exotic, but they're just thinking with their dicks instead of their brains. Sorry guess I should describe myself. Well one, I'm around maybe 5'6, bit of a growth spurt there; I have long black hair, darker than any shadow or the night sky, the odd thing is I have bangs that frame my face. You can imagine the traditional Chinese styled bang, however, unlike the rest of my hair, my bangs are snowy white. Which match my skin tone, people will assume I'm ill just from looking at me. Then there are my eyes, the one thing that reminds me of my mother, my silver grayish eyes with a red ring around the center, hell even looking closely, some say it appears my eyes are glowing.

Other high schoolers say I don't look human, and I agree with them. My appearance reminds me a mystical creature, as if humans appearance don't apply to me. I stand out, there is no helping that, pale body, with long dark hair with white bangs, bright pink lips and two different colored eyes. I enjoy it, just wish others would understand that I am still human and I have feelings, even though days I feel far from human. Anywho, today was another day, another day of dealing with the school of cliques and stereotyped girls with the idea of being pretty is more important that having actually goals. Getting dressed, I wore a simple red mock turtle neck with simple black skirt with suspenders with my black knew high socks and a pair of heels, no taller than 3in. Applied my eyeliner, grabbed my favorite choker with a heart charm, and headed towards the school.

Today was the day, usually it was like any other Tuesday morning, getting dressed, going to school, dealing with the never ending year of teenagers' phones; the sound of notifications filling the air from Facebook or twitter emails, teachers pushing me to be more socially active for the Junior Year of high school. (sighs) But I was never the "making friends" type of girl, I preferred to stay to myself, wallowing in my own mind of thoughts or books. Just like all Tuesdays, but this day is the fifth year of my mother's death. The day she died, neither my me nor my father couldn't believe what happened. That night, always haunted me, as I make my way towards the door, I can see my dad passed out at the kitchen table, the smell of booze lingers around the area, the picture of my mother clutched in his hands while tears continue to roll down his age face. I sighed, filled with sorrow and pity, and proceed to walk to school. Along the way there is a forest, so dense with trees not even a beam of light shines through as if a blanket of darkness covers the entire thing. No animals could be heard, not even the chittering of a squirrel. Even the birds above seem to avoid the forest, fear that they may be swallowed alive. I hasten my pace just trying to get to the school quickly, the forest stretching far and wide, I didn't want to be near it anymore; however, my eyes didn't want to leave. I kept starring into the endless depths of the dark, my pace slowing at first then eventually fully stopped. A harsh wind came from within, nearly knocking me off my feet. Then it hit me, like the force of a semi truck, hatred and despair washes over me.

The world around disappeared, there was nothing but the forest and I. My heart drops to my stomach, my knees weaken as uncontrollable tremble encased my body. The smooth beating of my heart increases with each passing second, as I lose control of my breathing. There was no sound, complete silence….until the sounds of crunching branches fill my ears. For the second time in my life, the sense of death was upon me. "Who's there?" My voice filled with fear, no answer was given...no verbal answer that is, the response I did get initiated my flight sense, I knew if I didn't move, my life will end here and now. A blood gurgling screech shook the ground, and paralyze me.

"I….I need to move now. Why can't move!"

I can hear, whatever was in front of me moving faster, as if its building speed to charge at me. The soft growling grew louder in my ears, fueling the fear I had even more. Another gust of wind blow, this time making direct contact with. I collapse to the ground, coughing as I regain what little breathe I had left. A laugh rings in my ears. My vision becomes blurry as tears swell in my eyes, this thing...was enjoying my torment!

"Please no! Get up…..Get up…..GET UP DAMNIT!"

I forced myself to knees, hands and body shaking as if I was having a seizure, I begin to crawl away. The creature screeches again, as if sees me trying to escape, and halls full sprint in my direction.

…..ooo….no no no stay away from me!

My adrenaline kicks in, I jumped to my feet just as humanoid stretched hand grabs my ankle. The coldness of its skin shocks me, a scream rips from my throat as I kick at it, desperately wanting it to let go. Suddenly, a snake like appendage shot out of the darkness towards me, wraps around my body. The tendril drenched in blood as it caress my face, then a distorted version of my name rings out. My eyes widen, as it slowly pulls me towards the pit of darkness.

"NO! NO! NO! ANYONE PLEASE SAVE ME!"

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I try to wiggle free… just as second tendril comes wrap around my legs…

"Look alive freak!"

I open my eyes to see that I wasn't being dragged into the forest to met death. The sound of laughter fills my ears as well as other high schoolers enter my vision. The one who called me a freak, shows signs of disgust as she goes to meet up with her friends. My eyes look back to the forest and, immediately looked away. I ran to the school, no longer wanting to anywhere near the trees. I enter the building and head towards my locker, my hand froze on the combination lock. My mind replaying the events that just happen.

"What the fuck just happen?! I know something grabbed me, I felted it grab me! I was pulling me! But….if it happen, how come no one hear scream? How come no one helped when I fell? Did the others not feel the wind...did they not hear that screech?!"

I punched the locker and try to come my mind. Questions raced my head, bringing on a headache, I groan in pain. The first bell rings, I slowly make my way to class, my body on edge. Something was wrong, but I don't know if it was all in my head, or a fucked sense of reality, either way I wanted to forget in happen. I went to my seat, starring out the window, a mass of trees in the distance taunt me, a clash of lightening cause me to jump. I look away and focus on the teacher, my body still shaking, remembering the coldness of it flesh, whatever its was, it wasn't alive.