Everything That Drowns Me

Chapter 26

*Eliza's POV*

When I woke up, Ben wasn't there. I was alone and slightly cold. After a quick look around, I saw why. The window ws open and my curtains were swaying everywhere. Upon closer observation, I saw that the window was actually broken and the glass shards scattered the floor. I got up quickly, looking arond. I made my way down stairs and noticed something different. Something was off... I didn't smell breakfast cooking as I normally would. I didn't hear the TV playing the morning news. Instead, there was a loud static coming from an unaired channel. I smelled a coppery and metallic scent as soon as I stepped off the bottom step. Making my way through the kitchen, i walked into the livingroom and saw the most horrific scene I could ever witness.

My foster parents were both tied from the celeiling. They had been cut open and their intestines were left to fall into two seperate metal wash tubs. There were no traces of blood on the floor, the counter, or anywhere else... My whole body shook violently and I started convulsing into loud spazzims of sobs. My life had just fallen apart... 

I collapsed to the floor and screamed at the top of my lungs. I felt numb. I felt afraid for a little while... But after the time had passed... I couldn't feel anything. There was a small letter on the kitchen counter, sealed with a red wax press, showing a circle with an X through it. I reached out and hesitantly took it. That's when i realized how shaky i was, and how wet my hands were from the tears. I ripped it open and read the neatly written calligraphy.

Dear Elizabeth Ann Tibell,

I am the Slender Man. I am known throughout the world but mostly to the boys and girls that see me. I want you to see what you have done. You have done this to yourself. I you insist of making one of my employees feel your human emotion called "love", then what better way to show my disgust by letting you experience our emotion such as "hate". Do not have harsh feelings for just me my dear, but for all of us. Even your precious Ben. This scene was a group effort and we just hope you enjoy it and really learn to appreciate more scenes like it if you choose to try and keep in touch with us. 

We may just see you in your nightmares!

With the most deepest regrets for your current situation, 

The Pastas.

My tears stopped forming from saddness. Instead, they formed from rage.

I should've known I couldn't trust Ben. It was all my fault... If i had just let him kill me all those times ago... My foster parents would still be here and I wouldn't be crying in the middle of my kitchen. They didn't deserve this...

I got up and untied them, wrapping both of them in blankets and setting them side by side like they would've wanted... I grabbed a backpack full of things from around the house and took Becky's bottle of Jack Daniel's from the shelf. She only drank on special occasions.

Opening the bottle, i took a gulp and let out a breath of air from another sob. I poured the whiskey all over the house until there was only a sip let to spare. I found a newspaper and wadded it up, setting it on the window sill under the curtains. With a flick of my wrist, the match was lit and sat on the paper.

I let my home that day. I left with a heavy heart in my chest, and a kitchen knife in my hand. It was my turn to get them.

All of them...

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Later after hours of walking, i came across a familiar setting. The old shack in the woods where Ben and I camped out. I took my chances and walked inside, setting my stuff down. Through fatigue and exaughstion, I laid down on the dirt floor and fell asleep.

It didn't last long sadly. A  pair of strong arms shook me awake and I fought to shove the person off me. I got up quickly, grabbing my knife and saw that it was a boy of about 14. He wore orange goggles and had a type of metal thing over his mouth. He looked a bit scared actually.

"Who the fuck are you?? What do you want?" I growled.

He twitched. "M-My name's Toby... I want to help..."

"I don't even know you... Now leave before I slit your throat." I threatened darkly. Kindness wasn't an issue. Not anymore...

He slowly stood up, twitching a bit along the way. He held his hands up and dropped the two axes he had in his hands.

"I-it's ok... I'm not with them... I'm on y-your side..."

I hesitated. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days and his clothes were dirty and a bit burnt at some points.

"A-alright..."

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I AM SO SORRY OMG IM SO FREAKING SORRY I SHOULD'VE UPDATED SOONER I SOWWY DONT HATE ME PWEASE /-\