Soon, I could hear again. The doctor and my parents were talking.
"Do you have any clue what happened to my daughter? She just.. Suddenly blacked out." My mother stared at the doctor with a worried tone, then glanced at him dubiously.
The doctor began talking. "Well, you see, we discovered a few possible reasons for this." He said with a slightly unsure tone. "One of them might be trauma-" The man got suddenly cut off by my father's question.
"Trauma?" My dad looked at him with a questionable expression. "You mean something triggered this?" Then he noticed me on the bed, my eyes open.
My mother heaved a raspy sigh. "Surely it couldn't be from a spider?" she looked at me, and I suddenly remembered the incident before that.
The doctor's eyes wandered from the bare wall, afterwards he took a glance at the heart rate.
Soon, he looked back at his paper.
"Your daughter does not have a severe case of arachnophobia or anything, so that's good," He paused, then continued his sentence. "But I think she saw something that triggered it." They all turned to me, waiting for me to say something.
I closed my eyes, I didn't want to deal with any of the problems, I just wanted to forget this mishap.
I thought of what to reply, but only said something soundless to them, sinceI had a mask that pumped air for me to breathe.
Either way, I knew, I couldn't explain what happened to me. What I had been seeing.. I knew if I told someone the truth, they'd laugh at me or call me crazy, psycho, etc.. They couldn't believe me.
I drowsily drifted to sleep and ignored the rest of the sounds, fading into a deep sleep..
I woke up, or so I thought. The hospital was abandoned.. Did everyone just leave me here, completely alone in the building? I quickly took off the breathing mask, then leaped out of the blanket covering half of my body.
I had shoes on, so I didn't have to be afraid over stepping things with my small toe. From my experience, hitting something with your tiny toe hurts more than hitting something with your arm.
Anyway, "Enough of that," I muttered to myself. Surely no one could hear me? If.. there were even people in the building.
I felt my hope slipping away from me, helplessly I wondered if I would stay here for the rest of my life. Guess it was time to make friends with the lightbulbs.
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My Monster (Slenderman x OC) OLD
ParanormalTHIS IS AN OLD STORY. A story I wrote around 2-3 years ago. An entity that shrouds himself within the shadows constantly haunts her. Sensing something off- even inhumane, she has her disbeliefs and distrust. Why me? Her questions remained unanswere...
