The Slenderman

The Truth

As soon as I got to class, I was called down to the office to leave for the day. So I packed up everything of mine and started down to the office. When I got there, the police officer that I met earlier was there. "Why are you here?" I asked while sitting down in one of the large office chairs. I crossed my legs and started tapping my right foot on the ground impatiently.

"Well, I need your help with something. You see, Katie's parents refuse to talk to any one but Katie's friends. So, you and Dean are-"

"Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you just say Dean?" I said interrupting him.

"Yes. Now, he should be down here any minute," He said looking out the office doors into the hallway. "Ah! there he is," he said opening the door for Dean. Right when the officer was about to sign us out, his walkie-talkie started going off.

There was static and then another person started talking. "Attention to all units, we have a bank hold up at 34Th and 35Th street. Head there immediately!" He barked. The police officer seemed annoyed by the news. He turned and looked at both me and Dean.

"Okay, here's the plan, I'm going to bring you guys with me but, you have to stay in the car and behave. Got it?" He hissed. Me and Dean nodded our heads in unison and stood up. As we were leaving the school building we heard sirens. We ran to the source of the noise because it was so close. On the way there, we found out that it was the bank that was being held up. I didn't know what came over me but, I ran to the back of the building where no one was. Dean and the police-man followed me silently but, they were still calling my name loud enough for me to hear them. As soon as I got to the back door, I walked in and blacked out. Once I awoke, I was in an ambulance. I tried to speak but, I couldn't.

"Carter!" I heard some one yell. My vision was blurry so I couldn't make out who it was. I looked down at my hands which felt slimy and sticky. As I looked at them, my vision started t clear and the substance that was on my hands was blood. I started screaming. Then Dean cover my mouth. "Carter, it's okay. The police think that the robber shot some one and you covered the wound," he said letting his hand off my mouth. As I sat up, I saw something in the distance surrounded by young children. I couldn't look away. I got up and started dashing for the tall, dark, and slender figure. "Carter! Come back here! Your arm and leg are injured!" He called after me. I ignored him because those kids don't seem familiar. As soon as I got up there, the kids were gone and all that was left was me and that dark, black, and slender figure. I looked at his face to see that it didn't have a face. Dean grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away. As he pulled me, I turned my head away from the thing. "What the HELL is wrong with you?!" He yelled in my ear, "You just got up and ran." I turned my head back to where the figure was and it was gone.

"N-Never mind... I have to get home," I said pulling away from his grip.

"Carter," he said with worry in his voice. He grabbed my wrist. "The paramedics still need to tend your wounds!" I yanked my arm away and looked at him. My cheeks were red and sore from my tears. I looked at him with narrow eyes full of anger and hatred.

"I said, I have to go home!" I ran off. The police-man didn't even realize that I was gone until after I was out of sight. Why?, I thought, why am I so screwed up?! As soon as I got home, my aunt yelled at me for being home early.

"You were adopted, you were adopted, you were adopted!" Voices in my mind taunted.

No! Stop! Shut up! I screamed within my mind without changing my facial expression.

"I'm sorry but, I need to know. Was I adopted by mom and dad?" I said with tears pouring from my eyes.

"Uh," she said looking at my uncle, "Well, yes Carter. You were... I'm so sorry we didn't tell you earlier." My mind exploded and my heart broke. I couldn't believe it. I was adopted. Me and my mother looked so much a like. Was it only coincidence or was my aunt lieing. Either way, I ran to my room, closed my door and screamed into my pillow.