Heartless (slender mansion)

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Jade's pov:

Bugged by the sound, I turn around to face the one to make it, only to find myself staring at two further than expected figures, one being way taller than the other. As my vision slightly becomes distorted and static hits my eardrums, a little louder than the distant sound of nearly indistinguishable old tunes playing from the broken radio of the car, "What?" I spit out as I start to rub my eyes, thinking something's wrong with me. There must be, or maybe I always blame myself for everything to make the world that surrounds me seem not so cruel. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Jade! Look down." Jane yells instantly as she hears me, and I follow the instruction; she seems to know something that i don't.  "That's Slender man, the one who has basically put you in here, do you remember anything from the night that you came in?"

And suddenly, all the memories are flooding back, leaving me a bitter and regretful taste. Right, I heard static sound and passed out in the forest. "The more you look at his face, you'll slowly start to lose your mind." She says as I continue to gaze at the wet grass beneath my shoes. "Is that you, Ben?"

"Yes. Keep your distance, we're here for Jeff and Jack."

I hear Jane turn around and I do so aswell. The fog has dimmed and now we can see something, a building; I don't know what it is but it is finally something other than trees. As we get closer, a big church reveals itself, with a big cross on top and mesmerising, unique stained glass all around it. I doubt anyone has stepped near it any recent time, looking at the depressing image of the dead lawn, the overgrown plants, a broken fence surrounding the church and the bricks that were barely holding on. I wonder what this place's story is.

"God, please just let me die, please!..." a powerless cry echoes through the church, loud enough to be heard from the entry. Me and Jane turn to eachother, scared, yet my body translates the fear to an adrenaline rush and before I know it, I attempt to step in curiously, but Jane grasps my hand and pulls me back. "Are you going to do it again?"

"Do what?" I ask with an oddly gained excitement; she only looks in my eyes and puts an unreadable expression on her face, yet I understand it somehow.

I can't bring myself to spell out the fact that i find comfort in something existing that I can run from, that isn't myself. When you spend your entire life loving and accepting yourself, you will be in a search of someone who you can project the kindness on, someone to love and comfort, but as I've spent eighteen years on earth running from my own self, it satisfies me to have the ability of finding something else to hide from, showing me the fact that the world is bigger than what subsists in my soul. Our own minds are portrayed by others as a place that should feel like home more than anything, after all, we'll only have ourselves in the end; but will we, though? After every not-thought-through mistake of mine I lose myself more and more, so would I, hypotetically, still have my own back after everything? The only things that haven't changed are the unchangeable parts of my exterior and the stubbornness, and as normal as changes in life can be, mine have always seemed to be so brutal as if a period of time in my life ending rips off more and more of my peace of mind and pulls itself off unprocessed. I always seem to point out the positive parts, though, but the assumption of me living in delusion instead is growing on me, not so slowly.

I don't reply to Jane, instead I step inside 'mindlessly'. Goosebumps start growing on me as I hear hysteric cries through a young, broken voice full of pain from a deep corner of the big room and my panicked eyes rapidly attempt to take in everything I see. I turn back at Jane, who stands still and contemplates, then I walk deeper inside. "Hello?"

Everything suddenly goes quiet, "Hello? Are you okay?" Dust reveals itself floating gracefully only in the places where the sun shines through the colorful pieces of stained glass onto the floor; everything looks as if everyone here dropped everything and left, the place reeks of a combination between incense and blood, and hundreds of crosses lay peacefully in unexpected places. Though, it wasn't bad, even though I've never really been a religious person, I admire those who are and their creations appear to have an unique kind of beauty. The details in this place are breathtaking. I let out a small gasp as I hear soft steps coming from the darkest place I can spot, and after a short wait, I slowly catch sight of a feminine silhouette approaching me. Her bright red hair stands messily put up and her body language transmits distrust. "Who are you?"