(COMPLETE) The Legend of TinderWood (A Slenderman Story)

Part Seven: Sweetie, I'm So Sorry

[Tim's P.O.V.]
I had to finally let go of July's hug. And when I did, I felt lonely. And Stark was starring at me with a protective look in his eyes. Like he would kill me if I got near July again.

An annoying version of the "Gummy Bear" song began, and it took me a few seconds to realize it was the ringtone for my phone. I didn't even realize I had brought my phone with when I left the house. Pulling out pf my pocket and looking at the caller I.D., I saw that it was Gama. I answered it.

"Hi, Gama!"
"Tim? Dear God! I've been trying to reach you for hours! Where are you?"
"I'm fine, Gama. I fact, I'm on my way home right-"
"NO!!! Don't come home! Do you hear me?!? Whatever you do, do NOT come home!!!" The sound of breaking glass sounded on Gama's end of the phone.
"Gama are you okay?"
"I'm fine! Just please, Tim, don't come home! Stay where you are! I'll be fine, I promise!" Another loud crash came, and the phone line went dead.
"GAMA," I shouted into the dead phone line. I threw my phone down onto the ground and stormed out of the cabin. I didn't care; no one hurt my Gama!

A feeling unlike any other came over me. I felt enraged, calm, protective, and all-in-all pissed off. It was amazing, and I wasn't sure why. When I got to the house, the front door was broken into splinters. As if someone used an axe to cut it down. Inside of the house, the first thing I noticed was the blood. It was everywhere. I took an unsteady step into the living room, unsure of what I wanted to find.

In the living room, there was a brutally slaughtered body on the floor that I instantly recognized. How could I not? She looked just like me, and just like her mom, Gama. It was my mom. There was a leather-bound book in her hand, as always. She never came to visit without an old book from her trips. And now here she was, visiting as I was running away, with a book in her hand as always.

It almost made me cry. Almost.

A scurry sound in the kitchen drew my attention and the I walked in there. At first I didn't see anything other than a frying pan flying towards my face. Luckily, some random reflexes made me bring my hand up and stop the pan from hitting my face. I yanked the pan out of the hand holding it and prepared to attack when I saw another familiar face: Gama.

She looked as shocked as me. "Tim," she scolded, "I told you not to come back!" I was about to answer when she fell to her knees. Until now, I didn't realize the gushing, bleeding gash on her stomach. "I told you not to come back, Tim. I didn't want you to see this!"

"Gama, what happened?" I asked, holding back tears as I knealed down to her. She covered my mouth, smiling. And then she took her last breath.

A chuckle sounded behind me. I was too shocked to turn around. "Sorry for your loss," the person said. His voice sounded muffled from a cloth, so it wasn't Hoodie. Slowly, I turned around. The person was around my height, and he kept twitching every few seconds. "Tick tock, goes the clock," he whispered, raising a hatchet in each hand.