Misunderstood

Foreword

And if i drown and dont come back, whos gonna know...

Brian brings me inside, "Its about slenderman.."

I sit down at my table and he grabs a chair across from me, "I need you to find a man named Noah Maxwell"

"Who?" I shake my head, "Uh, why, exactly?"

"Hes in danger, and you're the only one," he pauses, "stable enough to handle all that shit.. Right now"

It was a short silence until i spoke up, "Wait wait wait, what do you mean 'right now'?"

"Fae, sh-"

"Dont call me that"

"Faenoux, shits going to happen to you, so i need you to find him now, or else.."

"Or else What?" I ask, standing up, "Brian, im just gonna go, and deal with Noah later, ok? Maybe once I'm out of school?"

I mumble, opening my sliding door, about to join my friends,

"Wait. Please Faenoux, this is serious-"

"And ill deal with it later ok? Just let me enjoy my birthday" i say, sympathetically looking at Brian, then walking out.

4 hours later

11:50 am

Dad makes faces at me through the mirror like i was 5 again, I smile, "What the heck dad, I'm clearly not in a carseat"

He chuckles, "You would break it"

"Hey!"

"I meant how long you are," he giggles, "Long" he motions how I have to move my legs to the side to fit in the back seat because I'm literally all leg. My torso.. Is like the same size as my dad's, which is small.

"Like I chose to be lanky as fuck" i mutter, glancing out of my window to see an orphanage.

Orphanage for the Young

It read in big grey letters. It was a typical orphanage, tall, boring, and made of bricks. But something about that place made my mom speed up..

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I look back in the mirror to see the small eight year old in the backseat. He was glancing out the window depressingly as I drove him back to the orphanage for the third time.

It must suck being rejected just because you look different.

People are just terrible these days, wanting the perfect children.

He is perfect, but they just cant see that because they got distracted on how he looks.

I pull into the orphanage and he slowly opens the door, "Back to my actual home, The orphanage for the young.." He scoffs, running inside.

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I didnt notice how fast my mom was going until it was too late..

I sit up faster than fast, gasping for air. Rocket jumps into my arms, crying softly, I ignore the tears streaming down my face as I calmly pet him, then I remember..

My long arm reaches and grabs the notepad on my bed table and the pen. I scribble down four words, then circle it rapidly, ripping the page in the process.

I carelessly toss it back on the table and pass out, not even caring for the tears.