Trapped in the Abyss

The Truth

Slenderman's POV
"Please."
This simple, feebly stated word was enough to stop me from making possibly the biggest mistake in my entire existence. I immediately stopped what I was doing. Her blood dripped from my mouth and I stared in horror as she layed limp and pale on the bed. I looked at all the damage I had caused to her weak mortal form. The bruising on all the delicate flesh I had carelessly touched. The old cuts and scraped from when I had been so cruel to her that I had even fractured a rib. The still evident purple bruise on the side of her face when I had struck her out of anger and stupidity. Her body had been ruthlessly massacred by me. I did this. I was so angry at myself. I wasn't thinking. The rational part of my mind was overcome by the blood the monster I really was so desperately craved. I had only bitten her out of passion but as the taste of her sweet fiery blood invaded my mouth, I slowly began to lose reason and act instinctively. I, without a doubt, would have killed her if she hadn't spoken. I cursed my self as I saw the mark I had left on her neck. The bloody stain and teeth marks that remained on her delicate skin. I wanted to hold her and apologize a thousand times but I was now frightened of my own capabilities. I could only bring myself to do what was necessary. I cleansed and bandaged her injuries, trembling with rage at my actions. Clothing her proved more difficult as I was not familiar with female apparel, however, I managed to clothe her properly. I thought of staying with her until she awakened, but I was most likely the last person she wanted to see. She would be terrified of me again. Could I bear the agony of her rejection?

Sarah's POV
The sound of silence had never cause more panic than at this moment. I knew I was laying in bed but I didn't dare to open my eyes. I wasn't scared of him. I was scared about his reaction. I know how he can be when he's angry, especially when he's angry at himself. I remembered the last time he was angry because he couldn't fight the feelings he had for me. He tried to kill me, but he didn't. This rang out in my mind. This thought lingered the longest. But he didn't. I remembered the previous events. He had lost control when he bit me. I knew that Slenderman hungered for me in a way that I always saw as a predator stalking his prey, but I had never imagined he'd go as far as actually hurting me to satisfy that hunger. I had gotten so scared when he didn't stop. I could have sworn I was going to die. I felt the life slipping away from me, yet in a way I felt as if I was doing the right thing in letting him take it as far as he did. I might have even let him finish if it weren't for my own fear that got the better of me. Thinking of the incident made my neck throb. I finally decided to open my eyes. I thought he would be standing there, and was actually a little hurt that he wasn't watching over me like he always does. This is the part that I had feared. That he would distance himself from me. I didn't want to be apart from him. Especially now that we had been together. I thought of yesterday. I got goosebumps as I remembered the way he touched me and what he had done to me. Wait. What day was it? I dont know how badly I had been hurt to know how long I must have slept. I could see light coming in through the curtains. It was daytime, probably the afternoon. Wow. An entire day almost. I really didn't want to see how bad the damage was, but I felt compelled to. I slowly removed the heavy cover from on top of me. I painfully sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My feet met the cold hard floor and I held on to the bed as I pushed myself off with a grunt. I was very sore. It was no mystery why, of course. I blushed as I remembered the previous days events that took place on this very bed. I breathed deeply as I let go of the bed and stood up straight. It was worse than I thought. I felt tears begin to leak out of my eyes as I felt the damage through out my body. I didn't have to look to know it was bad, but I still shuffled at an agonizing pace to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and gasped at the mess of bloody bandages covering me all over. I closed the door and took off my clothes slowly. I looked at the bandages around my rib cage. So those were back. The old bruises I had accumulated were nothing compared to the new ones I had received. They were bright purple with a sickening tinge of green around the edges. My arms, my legs. The big bright marks littered my entire body. The marks where he had grabbed my hips so forcefully. The marks on every part of me he had touched. However my eyes were glued to one particular mark. I stared in horror at my neck. It was wrapped around with bandages. The blood had seeped through in a pattern. In an oval of dots that came all the way around my neck from just below my jaw to the base of my neck. It hurt when I moved my head. In fact, everything hurt when I moved. The soreness mixed with my injuries only made walking even more excruciating than before. Now I really wished I just had the fractured rib from before. I had said I had wanted it rough, right? I carefully put my clothes back on. Slenderman had probably dressed me. Only he could pick out such gloomy clothing. I wore a gray shirt with gray sweat pants. I blushed as I thought of him putting on my underwear. Despite everything that had happened, I definitely wouldn't mind repeating yesterday's activities. I bit my lip pensively. Would he even want to do anything with me after all that had happened? He was probably somewhere outside knocking over trees by now. Or he could be in his office! I walked as fast as I could, in my condition, much to my discomfort. I kept a hand on the wall to steady me the entire way. The stairs were a lot trickier, each step being terrible agony. I managed to make it to the bottom and walked to his office. I knocked once. No answer. I knocked a couple more times. Still no answer. I turned the doorknob. To my surprise it opened. He must have forgotten to lock it. I slowly pushed the door inward. The lights were turned off. I fumbled for a light switch, it was too dark to see. I entered the dark room and felt around a little more until I found what felt like a light switch. I flipped it on and the lights flickered on. I was met with the most horrid sight I had ever seen. At first I was confused. I didn't understand the horrors that each word scribbled furiously on each page actually held. Mysterious writings, each like a camera flash before my eyes. Making my head hurt, pages were flashing before my eyes and flying through my mind. Not just the ones I saw before me but also ones I had seen already. I was in the woods again, running from something. I shook my head furiously. The pain in my neck only worsened and I was on the floor clenching my head between my hands trying to make the images stop. I stood and spun around looking at each terrified page that hung all over the walls and all over the floor in scattered piles. Some of them had blood splattered on them, much to my horror. But what was worse was the words them selves. Some said things like HELP ME or SAVE ME, while one said more terrifying things like ALWAYS WATCHES NO EYES. They varied but all had messy scribbling on them. Almost every page had a small sketch of a tall faceless figure. Sometimes it stood alone. Sometimes it was after what appeared to be a scared child. That is when it hit me. Children wrote these. Scared children wrote these. About a monster that was after them, a tall faceless monster. I knew all too well who they were talking about. Slenderman. Did he hurt these children? The blood stained pages made me remember my own bloody accident with Slenderman. He had a craving for blood that I had never considered to be something he ever inflicted on anyone else. I had been so naive in thinking that he had never harmed anyone else to satiate his hunger, but children. I saw all the pages lying around. There must have been thousands of them.
"All the town's children went missing over night"
"There aren't many kids around here since the massacre."
"The Slenderman did it."
"He's a monster."
"A monster!"
"Monster!"
"MONSTER!"
The voices got louder and louder in my head
My head was throbbed painfully. I couldn't make them stop.
"Please!", I cried.
"Please stop! It hurts! STOP!", I shouted desperately. The voices continued their persistent chant. Some voice I had never heard before, perhaps the voices of the dead children. Other voices I was certain I had heard before. I couldn't reason, I couldn't think! I was trapped in my own restless mind. The voices didn't stop and I was once again on the floor, writhing in pain. The images came all at once, the pages, me running, Slenderman flashing over and over again in my mind. The voices grew so loud that I could no longer understand the words. Now they were just a blur of lost voices. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for silence.
"I'm scared, Sarah!"
My eyes flew open. All the voices stopped at once. Dead silence followed as I looked up to see a page float down in front of me. The words stared back at me with blinding clarity.
I'M SCARED, SARAH!
What... who wrote this!?
Who wrote this!?
I felt claustrophobic in that small room. I couldn't breathe. I needed to get out. Ignoring all pain, I ran away from the room, away from the voices, away from the children. I ran out of the room and shot towards the door. I yanked it open and despite not having anything warm on, ran outside into the snow. My shoes crunched in the snow, leaving deep footprints. He'd find me. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to. I trudged though the snow, without looking back. More snow began to fall and I was freezing. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying desperately to become warm. I shivered violently. I continued to walk heavily through the snow. The wind had picked up and was blowing snow through the air so that it was difficult to see. I continued walking forward for what seemed like hours until I came across something up ahead in the trees.