Give it a Week (Slenderman x Reader)

Projects amd Annoyances

"Damn, I was hoping it would be a peaceful night for once," I sigh, looking at the clock only to read that it was only three-thirty am. "Well I won''t be getting anymore sleep."

I groan in annoyance and get out of bed, heading downstairs to try and decide what exactly I want to do with all the time I have left this morning. I decide that a nice walk would be a good idea, so I throw on my tennis shoes and a light jacket before I head out. I live in a quiet neighborhood that mainly consists of the elderly. Some of them got about as much sleep as I did and they had grown used to my late night/early morning walks. They were worried at first but after assuring them I meant no harm, and lots of volunteering to make my name well known in town, they mostly left me alone. Some even sit out on their porches in the early mornings, waving to me when I walk by their houses. I usually smile and wave back and continue on my path, enjoying the cool night air that blows gently through my hair. It was way too early for anyone to be out at this time.

I love taking walks late in the night or early in the morning because the world seems to have a sense of peace about it. It helps me relax and often times is a good start to my day, the calm air bringing peace and tranquillity to my soul. I'm not exactly the most social person thanks to my past, but it didn't help that I usually prefer to be alone. I had learned that you can't trust just anyone so it was hard opening up to people. Plus, things that interest me don't tend to interest other people, or it makes them concerned for my mental state, so I tended to keep my interests to myself. I wasn't big on small talk either so I often found myself bored in social gatherings and people tended to spark that seed of annoyance inside my mind.

I didn't mean to feel that way, it just kind of happens. If my childhood taught me anything it was definitely that not everyone is your friend no matter how kind someone may come off. Sure I could interact with people and play the perfect little citizen, but it was mostly so I would be left alone. When most people meet me they think I'm a social butterfly, always happy to meet and chat with everyone. That was the intention and I planned to keep it that way. At the end of the day I preferred to be left alone with my thoughts and a sketch book. I love to draw a variety of things, but my favorite thing to draw are creepypastas. Especially when I get to draw the murder scenes. Now that is fun. Most would find my psychotic but aren't we all a little bit anyway?

Once I return home from my wall I settle at the desk in my office and spend the rest of the morning just sketching away until my alarm goes off to signal that it was time to wake up. I head into my room and turn it off before getting ready for the day. I make a quick cup of coffee before heading out the door, closing it behind me before pausing a moment. I stare at the wood to try and chase away the dream I had and the thoughts that came with it, squeezing the handle before I shake my head to just chase them away. I lock my front door with my keys and then climb into my car, taking a few deep breathes to ready myself for the day and then driving myself to the elementary school. I head to the faculty lounge once I arrive, a few of the fellow teachers present as well.

"Ms. L/N! So nice to see you again," Mrs. Rose says. "How was your summer?!"

"You look lovely as always," Mrs. Hemphry states.

"Don't try to butter me up you two. I know you are both suffering from a hangover because I can smell the alcohol on your breath. You're both lucky not to get fired," I complain in annoyance.

"There are plenty of people out there who want to teach. Clearly we're better than them," Mrs. Rose sneers. "You're nothing special either."

"Tell that to the test scores," I smirk. "Once you beat me then maybe you can be considered and asset to this school."

"We are assets!" Mrs. Humphrey fires back. "You need to respect your elders! I'll report you to the principal!"

"And once again it'll be the teacher who cried wolf. How many complaints will that make?" I fire back. "Maybe pull yourselves together and do something good in your lives for once."

I grab a fresh apple from the fruit bowl before I walk out, leaving the two women. I take a deep breath and turn on the lights to my classroom once I arrive and unlock the door before getting everything set up and ready for the day's lesson, glancing at the clock and smiling softly when it nears time for my students to arrive. My students were always the best part of my day. No matter how annoying some teachers in this school could be, my students always put me in a good mood. Little kids were brutally honest and you knew right away if they liked you or not, and I was rather proud to say my students liked me. Not just my students, but other students as well.

From time to time we held events and I got to interact with the other students, some telling me how much they missed having me as their teacher, and others telling me they wished I was their teacher. It always gave me a sense of pride when I was praised because it reminded me, no matter how little I may think of myself at times, I was still doing some sort of good for this world. Maybe it was just wishful thinking though....I just wanted to make sure I lived up to my parent's expectations. I didn't know the entire story of why they wanted to leave since most everything in the house had been taken or destroyed and all they left me with were contacts. That's how I moved around most days before I was old enough to do things on my own without needing everyone else. Besides, most people were doing it out of favor for my parents, not because they wanted to or were being kind. No, it was always because of some kind of debt.

Still, even if any of them actually took me in staying with them was never actually an option. I don't know what my parents did to make a mafia boss hate them so much but he hated me as well and wanted to wipe my existence away. Perhaps it was because I saw the people constantly trying to kill me and constantly escaped from them. It was easy to give them the slip so downtimes it made me wonder if the mafia boss was playing mouse and catch. When would he make a more official attempt at my life? When will the day come someone would walk in while my guard was down and fire a bullet into my head? I knew I only had another year left before I would need to move again and find a brand new identity. I may have made a mistake using my real name in this town but I wanted a small taste of freedom! I wanted to live a little bit of normality before I had to continue running away. Continuing to fight for my freedom even if it meant abandoning everything over and over again.

My mind wanders to the one person in my life I had actually opened up to, a soft sigh leaving me. I glance at the clock before pulling out my phone and pulling up my messenger.

Me: Had another nightmare. They actually got me this time. I don't know how much longer I can stay.

Evan: It's been two years. Do you really think he wouldn't have found you by now?

Me: I don't even know the guys so for all I know he's right in front of my face.

Evan: Just take it easy. He can't hurt you. You're too smart for him. It'll be okay.

Me: I hope so but I'm just not sure. Something has me on edge. What am I going to do?

Evan: What you always do. Be the best damn teacher out there. I'm going to be busy but give me a few days and I'll be over. Can you hang on until then?

Me: Only if you bring me some of that stew you make. I'm still waiting for the dang recipe!

Evan: That recipe is top secret so unfortunately it cannot be revealed! Simply enjoyed. ;)

Me: I hate you sometimes <3

Evan: I'll see you soon.  XOXO

I smile softly and set my phone away, feeling a little calmer knowing my best friend would come visit soon. He worked as a doctor so he was always on call and working. He was definitely a workaholic but he loved what he did. Loved it with a type of passion I've never seen before. He told me that everyone he met said he couldn't do it. Told him he would never make it and should just give up but he ignored everyone and he's one of the best doctors I've seen. His patients always agreed with it too so he was easily proving people wrong. He said when he was younger he ran into some bad people he thought were his friends but turned out not to be.

He wouldn't tell me why but it had to be something awful. I don't remember when I started feeling safe with him but I did end up telling him the truth of who I was. He helped me find this town and even put in good word for the school. He was an incredible friend and I was beyond happy to have met him.