For the past 3 days I have been avoiding them, but they seemed to not get the message. So, I started eating in the library and sitting in places where there were no open seats.
I prop my left elbow onto the table and rest the side of my face on my hand. Tapping my fingers impatiently. After this lecture by the guidance councilor it would be the weekend. It's weird how school started on Wednesday and I already was being chased down by boys. Or non-human boys.
The gray haired woman finally finished her speech and sat on top of the metal desk. Speaking once again about how some of the students should wear proper clothing. After 15 minutes the bell rang through out the school. I walk quickly to the parking lot, seeing my moms car. I readjust my bag and walk quickly to the car. The stench of dark roast coffee swirls around my nose ask open the door and I sit down in the passenger seat. My mom chatted away with clients the whole time. Once we pull up to the house my phone vibrates. I pick it up to see a message.
??: Hey, wanna play video games?
Me: Who is this?
Ben: It's Ben.
My phone started glitching, and I turned it off. I brush my hand through my hair and sigh. I walk inside and jog up the stairs, shut the door behind me, and pull my sketchpad out of my bag. Flipping to the drawing of Jeff. I sit at my desk, opening one of the drawers, and getting a pencil. Sketching, shading, and outlining, enacting nothing to do with Ben.
After 2 to 3 hours I finished. My pointer and ring finger covered in dark lead. I look over the drawing and sigh. This isn't getting me anywhere. 'Go back then, your mom doesn't care anyways.' the voice said. It's been a while since it said something logical or even anything realistic. I run my fingers through my tangled hair and sigh for the 3rd time. I have to think this through. 1. Go back, 2. stay here.
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The cold air in my room doesn't help my thinking process. Either I stay or go back. If I go back, who do I go back to? The sight of my fan slowly spinning blurs and I fall into the land of sleep.
All around me is darkness except for a glowing red in the distance coming closer. I blink my eyes several times and stand up, realizing I'm not asleep, but actually in my consciousness, almost as I was lucid dreaming. As the red glowing object comes closer it becomes more visible. Black horns, sharp pointed teeth, skull like head, long arms, and towering above me, was a demon like creature. The voice in my head, Zalgo.
"You're the voice in my head?" I question a bit angered.
"I'm sorry (n/n), but i don't know what you are talking about." Zalgo, my father says in a confused tone. "Are you coming back or going back to that no good pedophile?."
"Zalgo, Slender is no-"
"Dad." Dad corrected me.
"Ok, Dad. Slender is not a pedo. Further more why are you in my head?" I asked annoyed.
"I'm here to visit my baby girl" He said rubbing my head.
I pull away from his touch. "I'm not your baby girl. You erased Mom's memories of you and left." I crossed my arms. "You left me."
"I'm sorry, but i must go now." Zalgo vanished leaving me in my own world.
I sighed, he always used do this. Trying to avoid getting into anything that has to do with Mom. I don't really want to stay with Mom, but i don't want to leave her. She's my mom and she gave birth to me. My other choice is to go back to slender mansion and maybe the annoying voice will go away. 'I heard that, child.' The voice said angrily. 'Child? Why did you say that?' i ask curiously. 'I meant stupid girl, stupid girl. And i agree with your thoughts going to slender mansion would be the best idea.' For once the voice was right, but why did it call me child? Wait why does Zalgo agree?
