Missing

(2) Who Again?

Toby

I fell onto my bed. Today has become overwhelming. Just two weeks ago my Sister, Lyra, had died from a car crash. And I had woken up in a hospital, ticking uncontrollable. My mother by my side, sleeping but I could tell by her irregular breathing that she had been crying. Though, that didn't stop me from waking her up by my panicked screams. The memories of my sister's twisted, the lifeless body came flashing back.

A few days after recovering in the hospital I was sent home, only to have nightmares and voices make my already broken reality crumble even more. In the next three days, I started therapy due to these voices and nightmares. It was all going well... Until my father showed up again. The smell of alcohol burning my nose as he stumbled into our home. Mother had always been a forgiving person; 'He'll get better,' she said. 'He just wasn't thinking,' She explained. Oh! And my favourite, 'He didn't mean it. I'm sure he'll come back any minute now and apologize,' She always said that one after I had been beaten into a bloody, whimpering mess.

I was able to deal with him beating me; I don't feel pain. But I couldn't take him beating my mother, I couldn't take him speaking of Lyra in such a disrespectful way. He called her a slut, bitch, a mistake. I just couldn't take it, so, I listened to the voices. I killed him. Haha, and oh boy did I enjoy it. Seeing the life fade from his eyes, seeing him scream and twist in pain. The more I thought about it the more a sinister grin grew on my face. But these lovely thoughts were cut short by the sound of a knock on the wooden door which leads to my room.

I hopped out of bed. My weight making a thump sounds, each step I took made the floor whimper in pain. Fixing my hair slightly, I opened the door. And the sound of my neck creaking due to my tics replaced a greeting.

"Y-Yes?" I stuttered mostly because of my tics, and some because of embarrassment.

"Here." The Proxy known as Hoodie, I think, shoved the clean and mended clothes into my arms before walking.

"Th-Thank you!" I shouted down the hallway, but my head hurt. Slenderman told me that he saved me from the fire two days ago. What was I doing during those two days? I'm not quite sure. But all I know is that my voice and head hurt.

I closed the door and went back to my bed, holding the goggles close to my twitching body. Lyra had given them to me for my seventeenth birthday, which was only a month ago. She also gave me the mouth guard as well. Haha, she had told me that I looked handsome in them. And that they matched my odd interest in horror stories. Which I remember made me laugh a fair amount. The memory gradually made tears well up in my eyes, and they slowly feel down my almost grey skin. After a few minutes, I slowly let my eyes close. Letting dreamland pull me into it's the seraphic but abominable world.

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I woke up with the sun beaming on my face. No nightmare this time. I happily thought to myself before getting off the bed. I swiftly pull on my sweater, black jeans, belt, and boots before going downstairs.

Once I was downstairs I found a short male with dirty blond hair sitting on the couch. He yawned and stared intensely at the TV screen, chip bags and soda cans littered around him.

"Child, I didn't take you as a morning person," I swiftly turned on my heel to see Slenderman towering over me.

"I-I've n-n-never liked the i-idea of m-missing h-h-half of the day d-due to o-o-overslee-ping," I responded, my tics going mad due to stress and curiosity. Letting out a little sigh I spoke again, "U-Umm, S-S-Sir," I said addressing Slenderman.