Slendy's little girl

chapter 4

Chapter 4

"You came!" I said happily.

"Of course," he responds, "Guess what I got."

"What?" He moves a strand of his dark hair to show me his small, black earrings.

"Cool!"

"Also," he says reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper.

"Thanks," I say taking it; I look into the photo of the girl and the memories come flooding back.

I quickly put the flyer of the girl who was lost years ago in my back pocket; my flier. I build up enough courage to ask him.

"Do you really think she was taken by the Slenderman?"

"I don't know about her, but defiantly her brother."

"Do you believe in him?"

"Yeah," he says.

"Do you?"

"Yes," I mutter, "What do you think happened to her?"

"I don't know, maybe she wandered off, maybe he killed her somewhere else, maybe another person killed her. Where ever she is, I hope she's ok."

"Me too," I say looking away from his eyes.

After our daily meet I head back to my room and look at the flier. I can see my parent's faces for a split second, my mother had black hair and I can't make out my dad's hair, but he had blue eyes. I crumple the flier back up and put it in my back pocket. I look at a shattered mirror in my bag. My hair comes down to half way on my neck in the back, is short on the sides and bangs that make a slant in the front; the hair chalk has worn off.

I start drawing spirals on the bear's ears in red. I completely color them in red on the back. I hope that no one has found out, no one can find out. But how long will Damien visit? How long will he stay? What if one day I will wait there foolishly for hours and mutter "You left," as I walk away.

The next day he comes dressed in all black. I put the hood up on my sweatshirt and say, "You came!"

"Of course I did!" he says as we sit down.

"Did you....ever tell anyone?"

"About what?"

"About this, about us."

"No, why?"

"We just....we have to keep it a secret. If my dad found out-"

"Hey, I understand if my parents found out they'd kill me too."

"If my dad found out he'd kill you and then me."

"Is he over protective?"

"You have no idea."

We continue like this for days, then days turn into weeks, then weeks turn into months. Even when it was winter he continued to show up. We talk through the fence, we once touched. It felt magical. We compared hand sizes; his hand was a little bit bigger then mine. I could tell him almost everything, almost. He would open up to me about everything, I felt bad for keeping secrets, but it was for our protection.

One day, everything changed; I'm not sure for better or for worse.

"You came!" I said.

"Of course I did!" he said. I shivered from the cold air.

"You don't have a coat," he said, "Just a hoodie."

"I'm fine," I said. We looked at each other through the hole in the fence, it had gotten bigger. He passed a glove through the hole for while we talked.

"It fits," I said trying it on.

"My hand is only little bit bigger then yours," he said as we compared hand sizes again.

"See," he said. This time, our fingers slid from each others' to in between, and we bent them; we were holding hands. He looked at me, deep into my eyes. Without thinking, we kissed.

My world stopped. The snow stopped falling and there was no Slenderman, no proxies, nothing but him; nothing but Damien. When we pulled away, we both smiled, but then I had realized what I had just done.

I was becoming too attached; I had to let Damien go.

"Here's your glove," I said giving it to him.

"Thanks," he said. What I did next wasn't because of a nightmare; I became immune to those ever since I became immune to Slender fever. What I did was to protect him.

"I can't," I whispered turning my head away so I wouldn't have to look at him.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," I said as my eyes started to water.

"Sorry, for what?"

"I can't do this, I can't commit to this," I said trying to hold back my tears.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, I wish I could, but I can't. I should never have agreed to meet in the first place." I could feel a tear run down my cheek. "Don't cry," I thought, "You're making this worse."

"I'm sorry," he said, "If you don't like me that way I-"

"It's not you, Dar, it's me. I wish I could, I want to, but I can't." I took the photo of the girl from my back pocket.

"Take this and hide it," I said, "I can't let my dad find it." Before anything else could happen, I ran off.

I cried as I ran off through the snow; I could tell he was crying too.

The next day I showed up; I don't know why.

I sat down on the grass that was wet from the melted snow, spring was around the corner. I kicked a rock with my black boots and sighed.

"Hey," I heard Dar said. I turned around and smiled.

"You came!" I said.

"Of coarse I did," he responded. He reached into his back pocket and handed me the flier, but he was holding something else.

"Eve," he said, "there is a website where they can predict what the person will look like today." He shows me the other piece of paper, they got everything but the front of my hair right.

"I...."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

"'Hey, Dar, my dad is Slenderman' just doesn't seem like the thing to say."

"Whoah, wait, your dad is...."

"I thought...I thought you knew."

"I knew you were the missing child, Eve, I didn't know that Slendy was your dad."

"That's why I freaked out yesterday," I say.

"Well, does he hurt you?"

"No, I can even communicate with him."

"Wait...you can communicate with him?" he asks, "Do you know what this means?" I shake my head.

"Elvira," he says, "You're the marked one."