Unnoticed (Slender x Reader)

Sick

It was a small action, small but not unnoticed...

the following actions after that, were small too.. but like the first... not unnoticed.

in fact, they weren't small to you, they were the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you... how kind was it for someone to even notice your existence.. let alone care about it.

you laid sick, your throat was sore, scratchy and it tightened as you struggled to swallow. you drank another gulp of warmish water but it didn't help much... only giving you a few seconds of relief from the soreness of your infected throat. The feeling radiated through your body. your throat hurt so much, that the pain traveled to your eyes, to your nose, straight to your head. your head was the worst of all the pain though... it pounded in sync with your heart and it throbbed unbearably. You had the worst migraine of your life.... and the pain made it impossible to think.

You felt so hot.. sweaty and sticky... your body ached so much. It hurt so badly to move anything.. all you could do was lay there.

It was so bad
You couldn't move
You could barely drink
You couldn't eat
You couldn't think
All you could do was lay there... and try to sleep... and pray to god that you didn't die in your sleep.

This was the sickest you've ever been in your life and you swore.. that you've had this fever for days.

It wasn't so bad a day ago... but now... you could barely move.. or function.. everything was so hot and cold...

You couldn't feel anything but everything hurt at the same time... You couldn't think... yet you were really scared..

You felt tears come to your eyes.. and you struggled to think about it.

You were gonna die here... alone.. in some shack in the woods. They, if anyone, were going to find your rotted decomposed body.. alone.. on this old dirty mattress that probably aided to your sickness..

The saddest thing is that you were gonna die alone. Sad, and empty.

At least, if you were back at the group home you would die with people around you.

You regretted running away... it wasn't worth it. You wanted to go back, you didnt care if they would hit you again or touch you, you just wanted to die with at least one person with you...

You missed people.
You haven't seen one since you got sick.. and that was like a week ago...
you were lonely...
Lonely and sick.. what was worse?

Sometime between your crying and the verge of death you fell asleep.

It was a long one... that made you feel so much better... you didn't know how long you were out for.. since you didn't have a clock and your phone was dead.. and the shack in the woods wasnt the biggest on electricity..

So you were stuck here.. not knowing how long you were stuck there for.. but by using the sun, and the fact that it was afternoon when you fell asleep, and now its early morning that you were asleep for a long time..

The greatest thing was now you could move and think... and you didn't die in your sleep. So maybe, life wasn't as bad as you thought it was.

You sat up slowly.. feeling fatigue rush through your body... when something caught your eye..

On your little stolen coffee table.. sat a thermos.. a couple small boxes of what looked like medicine... and a couple bottles of unopened orange juice.

You looked at the table confused... these weren't yours and you didn't even own a thermos... let alone have the money for medicine and Orange juice...

You got up walking over to it... standing on the table for strength...

A note was placed ever so carefully on the boxes...

"Please do not die."

You read it.. and looked at the medicine... not sure if you should take it...
But you weren't in a position not too...
What if you got that sick again?
You weren't sure if you were gonna make it...

But what if it was drugged..?
What if it wasn't medicine?
What if they wanted to drug you.. and they thought you were stupid enough to take it..?

Well... the box didn't look opened.. everything was sealed and brand new...
and if they really did want to hurt you... they probably would have done it already..

You decided to say fuck it... and open the boxes anyway.

One was for severe cold..
It helped with fever, sore throat, body ache, cough, and congestion...

Hm... well you had most of those...

One was for the flu..
helps with fever, sore throat, body ache, runny nose, sneezing...

Or did you have these...?

The last was different, it was a sealed bottle of night time cold and cough...
Helps with.. sore throat, body ache.. fever.. sneezing...
May cause drownsyness...

You opened the box of the flu medication... and swallowed two pills with the unopened bottle of orange juice on the table.

It was unopened so it looked fine.. plus.. you needed vitamin c anyway..

You sniffled a bit.. feeling the head ache slowly come back.. and everything get hotter...

You took more medicine.. deciding that it couldn't do more harm.

You looked at the thermos.. grabbing it. It was warm... and it felt good in your hands.. you placed it to your chest... and the warmth seeped through your clothes and to your skin. it help so good and comforting.. you loved it..

Your curiosity got the better of you though... and you opened it.
The delicious smell of boxed chicken soup filled the air... and it made your stomach growl.. and your heart melt.

You haven't really been eating... you only had crackers and chips... and you had a hard time keeping it down..

You knew you shouldn't have eaten it.. and that.. it could have anything in it... but you were so hungry... you just couldn't help it..

It was so good... it was warm.. and flavorful.. deliciously salty and satisfying. It was just like you remembered it... and it was the best thing you've eaten in months...

You slowly drank the delicious soup right out of the thermos... making sure to savor it. You decided to save about half for dinner, closing up the thermos and storing it... you organized the medicine and finished the Orange juice.

You decided to go back to sleep.. so you crawled back into bed.. feeling a million times better. The medicine was really working.. and you finally felt that you werent dieing...

But as your mind drifted off to sleep.. you wondered who provided all of this for you...
I mean
They were in your house... next to your sleeping body...
Where they stalking you..?
Who even were these people...?
What did they want..?
Why did they do this..?

What happened if they came back..?

I mean... they kinda helped you... and you thought back to the same idea that.. if they wanted to hurt you.. they probably would have...

Unless they were waiting... and going to come back and finish the job....

Your felt your head pound... and you whined in pain... feeling tears come to your eyes...

You couldn't think of it anymore.. what happened happened... and in a way.. you were grateful it did...

It felt nice to have someone if anyone to watch over you..

(Hey guys, i thought this was a nice change. So this was gonna be a one shot but i think i could turn this into a full story. Its not a love story, and its not going to have any sex scenes. Personally i think its weird that people wanna sleep with slenderman? So yeah i hope you enjoy...)