Kitten and Yarn. (Eyeless Jack, Sequel.)

Chapter 7

I shot a glare in her direction. She may seem like a harmless seven year old- but she's in her hundreds. The little bitch can't keep her mouth shut.

"Sally- shut up." I hissed, before she grabbed a knife from the counter, grinning from ear to ear as she easily sliced her arm.

She let out a completely fake wale and tears bursted from her eyes.

Momentarily, Sally was being cradled while I was hung by a damn tentacle. Slender started scolding me for my behavior.

MY behavior!

"Do not touch her, you pest!" His harsh voiced snapped.

I felt like crying.

I was a very emotional person and the slightest scowl could send me in tears.

Dad was the only one who really got this.

I felt the tears swell up in me, but I tried my best to fight them down.

No weakness.

Suddenly impact was on my left arm, I was dropped.

Instantly, I leaped to my feet and grabbed the long black pant leg in front of me.

My only weapon was in the other room.

So it was time to improvise.

I opened my jaws and instantly tasted something bitter and old, like crinkled paper. Kind of leathery, and I admit I regretted it. But it did get a yelp out of him.

I stood back, afraid of his reaction. I built up the courage to say something, knowing God damn well I was going to die.

"Your a monster. I didn't do shit- Sally just lied to you. And you believed her, when you could've believed me. Why do you hate me?" It was true.

He hated me.

Ever Since I was born- hell- probably before I was born.

Dad said Slenderman and mom were really close, like father and daughter.

Yet he hates me, for reasons beyond my knowledge.

A soft sigh escaped from his 'mouth' and he was gone.

I must've stressed him out.

I started walking back upstairs, deciding my day has been screwed up already.

My emotions were worked up and I really had nothing to do at all. When I reached my room, a soft whimper came from the tall door down the hallway. A "Hello?" Came afterwards.

I followed the noise and twisted the door knob to Slendys room, instantly hearing feet land abruptly. I guess I startled them. I opened the door and a taller pale woman was on the bed.

Instantly I recognized her, from my dream.

I imagined her more tan though.

"W-who are you? Where's Ben?" Fear was shining In her pupils.

"Jenevee?" I asked, shutting the door behind me.

She had died.. Right?

I couldn't let anyone see her, or hear me talking to nothing, she could just be a figment of my imagination. She nodded slowly and backed away onto the bed behind her. "Who are you? Where's my baby? Am I dead?" She seemed so confused, and I was as well.

The door knob jiggled and Ben strode in, expecting to see Slendy in here.

His eyes went wide and I watched his heart literally pick up pace.

"Jenevee.." He smiled widely and wrapped his arms around her pale, fragile body.

"How are you alive! You died!" Both started instantly bonding, while I stood confused as hell. Finally, Slendy walked in, his 'eyes' went wide and he watched as the two were talking, then snapped his head down at me.

"You found her. Her work wasn't done." He growled.

I just shot him a confused look.

"Work?" I questioned.

"I was running spells and medication on her to keep her well and healthy. You broke her off of it, twat." He hissed. I smirked and looked at my mother.

She was beautiful, and didnt look a year above twenty. Exactly like me, besides she dyed her hair.

"Mom." I heard myself whisper.

She snapped her head at me and gasped. "Are you my daughter?!" She whispered. A hint of red on her cheeks, indicating her embarrassment as she came to the conclusion that I wasn't.

"Yeah.." I breathed, a smile creeping onto my face.