Living Of Borrowed Time

11.Why can't I think?

Morning came in a blink of an eye and I couldn't think. All I knew was that I didn't seem to care. I tried to think about something, school but I couldn't think of the councilor or clubs so Slenderman probably has something to do with it. "Damit" is all I said, then pain flooded my head. It felt like all the blood in my body went straight to my head it felt so heavy. I got really dizzy and felt nauseous. I sat still, holding my head in pain. "Haha! You fuckin heard me ass hat! Hahaha!" I don't know why I said but I did and I laughed. I must of been laughing really loud because Jane knocked on my door and said, an' I quote "Shut the fuck up looney, you're being to fuckin loud". I piped down afterwards but it took my body sometime to get over it or more so took Slenderman a while to stop laughing at my pain.

After he had his laugh I got ready for school. I left to school in a slight haze but I didn't forget to "parent note" for that shite teacher. I wrote it on the bus and immediately gave it to the teacher, who was waiting at the door might I add. The teacher tried to say something but I couldn't hear anything even though they were in front of me. I was taken to class late and I sat through the entirety of the day I a mental silence, I couldn't think for myself.

I got in trouble a lot today but its fine, I wasn't going to show my parents the teachers notes. I left for home, I didn't study or do any homework and It lasted all week. I know it sounds stupid but I had a hidden plane, teachers would complain and I would be sent to the school councilor. Perfect plane! I'm a genius! Friday evening, school was finishing up and I was called to the councilors office. I went there fast, hoping Slenderman wouldn't be paying to much attention. I got to the councilors office fine and awake. He said hello and asked me if I was alright as expected. "Hello kid, are you alright? Do you know why your teachers sent you to me?" he said in a calm, peaceful voice. "I think it might be because of the last school week" I said in a timid, quite voice, I matched my body language to my voice to sell it. "Ok, good job! Is everything alright, like at home and hear at school?" "No" I said in a scared voice "no, my life at school and home are less than ideal" I was able to push out some tears and quiver my voice.

He looked very concerned, "Would you like to talk to me about it?" "Yes please, but only if you promise you won't tell my parents!" I said back. "I promise" he said "I promise I won't tell your parents but if what you say is bad I'll need to tell someone higher up" followed up his initial statement. "Ok, that's fine." is my response. After a short silence he asked me to tell him everything I could, so I did or tried. I know I told him everything but I can't remember anything, "Alright kid, thank you for trusting me with your trauma. Unfortunately I will need to tell someone. Do you think you'd be safe going home tonight?", "Yes. I think I will be fine enough" I responded in a dizzy mess. I looked up and he looked sad, his eyes were sorrowful and his lips were shaken shut. He smiled at me and said to come back to him tomorrow to talk.

I left to home in a dizzy haze. I walked to the bus stop and someone whispered "Good try" into my ears. I looked up in shock and now feeling wide awake, no one was there. I felt very paranoid and couldn't rest, not even a little. The bus was about as fast as a turtle so I was there a little while. When it pulled up I noticed there was red smeared on the side of the bus. Everyone in the bus was familiar, I got on the bus and sat down. The ride was far more topse turvy than usual. I was called off by name but I didn't really notice until I got off. I turned around and saw everyone on the bus, Slendermans proxy's I think. Most had a circle an' X mark visibly on them. The bus drove away before I could make a sound.

I went inside made some food and went to my room. I couldn't really think of much, infact all I could think about was death. Pacificly murder, my families murder.