A Stormy House-A Creepypasta Fanfiction

(9)Fairies and Friends

~Slenderman again~

EJ came to me at around one in the morning, telling me Sandra's injury was worse than he'd anticipated. Or perhaps he knew how bad it was, but Sandra refused treatment to focus on her brother? Either way, Sandra had to be restrained so she didn't end up hurting herself during one of the seizures. The boy wanted to visit her in the infirmary, but I had him sit and eat something first. Seriously, the boy obviously wasn't fed enough. I gave him a plate of waffles, only to recieve a look of astonishment from the young boy.

"This is all for me?" Everybody else at the table stopped for a moment and stared at him as he stared at the food, looking unsure about whether to eat it or not.

"Of course it is, why wouldn't it be? Didn't you have meals at your home?"

The boy shook his head. "Sammy couldn't afford it so the fairies brought me food."

"Fairies?"

"Yeah! Sister tells me they are little creatures that protect children! When the fridge was empty and the cans ran out, the fairies would bring me food at night. Sammy would wake me up so I could eat."

"Did the fairies bring anything for your sister?"

"She said they only visited the youngest child. But she got some pizza at her job she said."

So the girl starved herself so her brother wouldn't go hungry? As I look around the table, the others were staring at the boy with same astonishment he'd had. He began eating though, using manners I haven't seem from a child so young in a long time. Perhaps he'd learned it from his sister, or perhaps his mother? His mother, what happened to her?

"Child, would you tell me what happened to your parents?"

"Mother left. I heard a huge bang and she never came back. Sister told me she'd slammed the door, but I'm not to sure."

"Why is that?"

"Because we moved after that, and there was a huge bloodstain on the floor in the kitchen."

So his mother was shot? Was it the father or his sister? If their mother beat her like her father, she may not have told the boy. If so, she may have killed her mother in revenge.

"Is Sandra your real sister?"

"I think so, but father's always screaming about how she isn't his. About how she isn't part of the family and about how it's her fault mother's gone."

"And your father, what happened to him?"

"I don't know." He returned to eating, refusing to speak. I left him alone after that, but I didn't leave the room. I didn't want the boy to be left alone with the others.

"Hey, my name's Ben!" He walked up to Josh and took a seat beside him. He offered his hand and Josh shook it happily.

"I'm Josh, will you be my friend?"

"Sure Josh."

After that all the others began introducing themselves.

"Hoodie, b-but you already k-knew that." "Jeff the Killer." "T-Ticci To-oby, but y-you can call me T-Toby." "Clockwork." "Masky." "I'm Sally!"

"A few people aren't here today, but you can meet them tomorrow if you'd like." Josh grinned and nodded. Such a strange boy.

~EJ's POV~

She was still restrained when she woke up. A pillow was under her head and some cloth was over her eyes. I had given her some painkillers, but I'm not sure how much help that will be for this since it was really weak medicine. I was afraid to give her to much as well, because she was on the verge of going comatose. The boy never would've forgiven me if that happened.

Wait, why do I care?

Why would I care what the brat thinks? It doesn't affect me. But, then again, these kids have gone through so much. I don't want to be the reason they go through more.

Ha! This coming from the cannibal!

The girl began waking up as I chuckled to myself.

"Hello." Her voice was hoarse and painful sounding.

"Good morning."

"Is Josh alright?"

"Your asking if the boy is alright as you lay in the infirmary?"

"Of course I am!"

"Whatever. Your injury has worsened, so you'll have to stay in here for the time being." She didn't seem to like that idea and began arguing it, but I slipped out of the room while she spoke. She didn't seem to notice though.

~Sam's POV~

Great, he's gone.