Mine (Unedited) (Discontinued?)

Chapter 27

Kendra stared after him, confusion and hurt overwhelming her tired mind. Liar? Bitch? Pet? What had she ever done to him? She didn't even know him, and he was calling her these things as if she'd done him some terrible wrong!

"He's feeling abandoned by us Kendra, do not hold what he has said about you against him," Slender said, though his head was turned in the direction Toby had run off to.

How could she not? The kid blew up at her, and all she had been doing was coughing!

"I understand that you're upset Kendra, but so is he. Though it would appear he's more upset with us, those he considers family, than he is with you."

Then why was he so angry with her?

"It sounded to me as if he was blaming you for his feelings of abandonment."

"Get out of my head!" she said, lifting her hands to dig her fingers through her hair as if to try and pull him out herself.

"Apologies Kendra, but it is not that simple. I am in everyone's mind at all times, I can not simply turn off that ability, as much as I'd like to," Slender explained, finally walking towards her to give her the tray of soup and crackers.

Kendra looked up at him, looking at the soup before the smiling. She recognized the smell of Chicken Noodle soup, and she already couldn't wait to dig in. Her throat was killing her.

"Thanks Slender," she said, gratefully taking the tray.

"Of course. Once you finish eating you are going to rest. BEN hasn't returned yet, and I need to go look for him."

Kendra paused, her fork full of noodles halfway between her mouth and the bowl.

"BEN's gone?" she asked, carefully dropping her fork back into the soup to avoid splashing it on herself.

Slender nodded, sighing when she heard her thoughts of trying to persuade him to let her look too.

"No, Kendra.You're sick, I will not allow you to leave your bed until I am sure you no longer have a fever."

Kendra frowned, hating that he was able to read what she wanted to say before she was even able to speak. Of course, now that Slender had mentioned that BEN was missing, she was worried that the dorky elf might be in trouble.

Slender watched the girl pout before he spoke.

"I'm sure he's fine, Kendra. There is no need to worry about him. I will return with BEN before you knew I was gone," he said, his static filled voice soft and comforting in tone.

Kendra nodded, swirling her fork in her soup and remained silent. When it was clear to Slender that she wasn't going to try and get up, he patted her head and left the room.

The redhead remained in her bed, staring dejectedly at her soup and feeling broken.

How was Kendra supposed to make up for hurting BEN if she couldn't even leave her bed and help find him to make sure he was okay? How was she supposed to repair her relationship with the elf when she was sick and weak? She couldn't, and Kendra hated it.

All she wanted was to repair her life to the best of her ability. It was what she wanted when she was first sentenced to life in this damned mansion, and it was what she craved now. A sense of normalcy in a life where she was surrounded by serial killers with unnatural abilities and freakish appearances.

Kendra frowned at her soup, then finally sighed and set the tray on her nightstand, no longer having the appetite to eat. Now that she had her lap free, Kendra pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them in her favorite position to think.

She could always sneak out and look for BEN on her own, but that would end in her getting lost again and she doubted Slender had the patience to deal with her doing that to herself again.

What if she got someone else who lived in the house to help her so that wouldn't happen again? At least that way she could be useful and not a burden to so many people at once. She could narrow down the people worrying about her to one person.

But who could she ask that would be willing to travel with her and keep her from passing out or dying at the same time while they looked? Kendra didn't know many people living in the mansion, she'd only really had contact with a handful of the hundreds living here.

Maybe she could knock on doors until she found someone who didn't try to kill her right away? No, that was stupid. Besides, according to Slender and based on how Jeff saved her from the Rake, no one would try to kill her as long as they knew she was under Slender's wing.

Kendra let out a frustrated groan, rubbing the heels of her palms into her eyes to try and clear the sick haze in her mind. Her head was beginning to pound, and the steady throb was making it difficult to think.

Looking down at her black and white comforter, Kendra finally decided that she would take a nap before making a plan of action.