Abby:SlenderMan's Daughter(Ticci-Toby Fanfiction)

Chapter Three:The Page

    Abby's eyes shot open, her taking in deep breaths as she placed a hand over her chest, her heart racing so fast that Abby started to think her heart may explode out of her chest. Abby felt like she was going to die at any moment and felt vulnerable. Her eyes darted around her peripheral vision in a panic, looking for any signs of nearby danger. Luckily, there was none that she could see or hear.

Abby started to calm down slowly as her heart rate started to go back to a normal pace. There was nothing that could hurt her as far as her eyes could see. Abby closed her eyes as she started to talk to herself.

    "What was the last thing you remember, Abby? Besides the water," Abby said to herself. This was actually common; Abby always talked to herself. Mostly because Abby never really had any friends growing up for many-and I mean many- reasons. Abby only had herself, and Abby loved the thought that herself was her only friend. Mostly because she would never judge herself.

    Other kids at her school would tease her for being so pale and so quiet. They called her a "Snowgirl" and that they'll make her "melt" if she did something the kids didn't like. Melting was being forced to drink water at the water fountain. The water always tasted terrible and horrid. This happened all the way through elementary to high school. She always stayed quiet and never stood up for herself. She begged and begged her mother to make her transfer or make her homeschooled but it always just turned into a fight with her mother. Abby would always look back at her fights, saddened that she never forgave her mother for them.

    It was just then that Abby realized she wasn't in a lake or in any sort of water. Wasn't drowning. Wasn't dead. Abby's clothes were even dry so Abby knew that she had to have been passed out for awhile. Someone- or something- saved her.

Abby looked at her left arm that was throbbing with pain from before. Nothing-No pain at all. Abby blinked a few times, her wondering how the pain just vanished like that. Though someone could say her arm would've healed when she was passed out, the pain was so intense that it couldn't have. Abby looked at her right hand as she balled up her hand into a fist and hit her left arm. She didn't hit it hard, but yet not soft. Hard enough to make it was Abby's arm would still feel pain if she hit it. Still;there was nothing. Her arm felt oddly numb.

    Abby started to look around her surroundings, wondering how she was in a lake, and now her clothes were dry and she was nowhere near water. Sure, the possible thought of someone saving her confused her. The only people who'd be in the forest at the time are government officers. The forest was private and pretty abandoned so if she was saved, she would've been back into the small room.

Abby saw she was laying down next to a farming silo. It clearly was old-covered in rust and had holes in it. Abby slowly started to stand up, her looking up and down the silo. It was a bit of a small silo compared to others Abby have seen in fields and on the internet. Some even she saw in text books at her school when she was reviewing chapters of science and english. But yet, Abby has seen a few smaller ones before.

As Abby looked around more, she then started to realize she was in a different forest than the last one she was in. Not that same one as before, the trees were different and the ground was more flat and had more grass growing on it, along with weeds and small bugs tangled inside of the grass. She looked back as the silo, her then seeing a small hole. She blinked slightly as she leaned her head forward and looked inside the silo. There really was nothing; just a ladder leaning against a piece of wood that was attached to the roof of the silo.

    Abby straightened her back as she pulled away from the hole, her feeling better than she ever had before in her whole entire life. It felt like a weight was lifted off her chest. The pain from falling out a window was gone. The pain from the belt hitting her was gone. Abby felt free from any sort of pain and danger. Abby smiled slightly(but at the same time not knowing why), her looking around as she glanced back at the silo. She stared at it, feeling a strong urge to examine the silo more. She felt like a pirate that knows that the buried treasure is close by. The silo was the "X" that she needed to find.

Abby sighed a little, her starting to walk to the right of the silo. Abby didn't know what she was looking for but she knew that there was something. Something that needed to be found. It was like there was something begging to be found. LIke there was a voice calling out to her."Help! I need to found. I need to be taken. Over here. You're getting close."

Abby followed around the silo in a circle, looking up and down the silo, looking at every detail. She examined the specs of rust and the small holes. She raised her hand slightly so her fingers brushed against the small bumps and passed over holes.

    Until there was a page. Abby stopped in her tracks. Even through the darkness of the night, Abby knew it was there. It was odd and confusing to see such a random item like this in the most random place someone could think of. Abby stepped closer to the page, her squinting her eyes slightly as her eyes glance up and down the page. It was hung up to the silo by a old rusty nail, yet the page looked brand new: not one wrinkle, not one bend, it was a fresh page. The only thing that made Abby feel uneasy about it was what was written on it. There was a stick figure drawn on with black ink on the page. Next to the stick figure was the letter "NO" written in the same black ink multiple times.

    Abby stared at the note, her feeling terrified yet confused at the same time. Abby didn't know what it was, but she felt unsafe and unprotected. She reached her right arm over to her left shoulder and placed her hand on her shoulder. She squeezed her shoulder slight. She always did this when she was scared. A feeling of someone's embrace always calmed her. A feeling that someone cared her enough to hug her. Abby hated this feeling of being terrified, and even in her own embrace it wouldn't go away. She felt terrified too much in her life.

Abby gulped slightly as she reached her left hand out towards the page. Her grip on her shoulder tightened in fear. Her fingers brushed up against the page put then swiftly pulled away. Abby let go of her shoulder and placed her hands on the side of her head and grasped onto her hair. Abby's head felt like it was going to exploded. It felt like something was hitting Abby's head over and over again with all its strength. Her ears were ringing to where she could barely herself think. Abby closed her eyes tightly, her breathing heavily. Abby tried to lean against the silo, but when she took a step forward, her knees gave out.

Abby fell to the ground, her head hitting against the silo. Her head almost fell into a hole in the silo, the edges being sharp. Though her head missed, she scratched her cheek on the rusty edge. Abby let out a groan as the headache worsened from the fall.

She slowly started to open her eyes as her ears started to ring. Abby tasted something metallic, like copper. She licked her lips slightly and she taste grew stronger. Abby pulled a hand away from her head and wiped her nose and when she pulled her hand back so she can see it, there was blood on her hand. Her nose was bleeding. And there was a lot of blood. Abby felt something rub up against her head- it vagle feeling like a hand moving her hair out of her face. Abby felt too weak to move or to even try to see what's going on, her feeling scared and confused as she felt weak and vulnerable.

    A voice can then be heard, bellowing in a deep voice at Abby. The voice was calming and soothing, it made Abby forget the pain for split second that made her head stop throbbing for a second before it came back, her being filled with fear again as she realized the situation.

    "My dear child, all shall be fine and well. Do not fear me." The voice beckoned to Abby."But I do fear I need to do this."

    I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to fucking die! Abby thought to herself in a panic. Abby was ready to be shot in the back of the head or being stabbed multiple times. Something placed its hand on Abby's head again, her thinking for a split second it was a gun, but her vision starting to slowly go black as the ringing in her ears got louder and louder. Soon enough, the ringing abruptly stopped and Abby was out cold.