Forgotten (creepypastaXreader)

IX

"Ooh I love it when you talk dirty. Do it some more."

        Ok so this wasnt my fault. He deserved it. And although I knew I came to this house to kill my father, I ended up tring to kill another dick. And I'd like to say again, it's not my fault!

    

      "That's not a apology y/n!" Slenderman yelled as he lifted me into the air and out of Jeff's sorry asses way. "I'm not gonna be sorry for defending myself!" I grawled.

      "All I fucking did was flirt with you! insane bitch!" He yelled. Jack leaned in onto the infirmary table as he began stitching up the deep cuts and disinfecting the bite marks I gave jeff.

      "Yes it was defense! You pedophile." I spat. Slenderman put me back down onto the floor. "Apologize." He said pushing my back forward. "Ok fine. I apologize that you're a dumbass who cant fight back." I glared. Slenderman cleared his throat obnoxiously. "I hate you." He glared back at me. "The feelings are mutual asshole." I smirked.

      I turned around and walked out of the door. Ignoring slenderman and Jeff's yelling because right now, I really dont give a shit. I teleported down stairs where I'm now in front of the massive stairs. What do I do now?  I guess it's not to early in the morning to go kill some morons.

     I turn to walk out of the door when a strange yelling caught my attention. I turn around to see a boy running in my direction he has his head turned around to look behind him. He turned his head just in time to see me. He tries to stop running but fails and trips on his shoes. I fly up before he can crash into me.

     He face plants onto the floor and turns around to look up at me with wide eyes. Its like the fall didnt phase him at all. "Who are you?" I asked sitting next to his body. "I'm toby," he smiled. "Your y/n,right?" He asked. "How do you know?"

      "Masky told me" he turned his head to look back to where he was coming from and shortly after, masky comes running out of the kitchen with a hatchet, but stops what he was going to do to toby to stare at me. "I wasnt going to kill him" he said dropping the hatchet. "Right...and why would I care." I rolled my eyes.

     "We arent aloud to kill eachother in the house. Blood gets everywhere and slenderman gets mad." Toby smiles with a really goofy smile. "Oh. That's why he was mad at me? Well hell I could've just took Jeff out back. Slenderman wouldnt have made me apologize then." I mumbled to myself.

       "You tried killing Jeff!" Toby laughed out. "What did he do this time?" Masky sighed in annoyance. "I rather not say." I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess. Was it flirting?" Toby asked. "Again. How do you know?" 

      "You're really pretty and the talk of the house aaaand super badass. Why wouldnt he try and get with you?" I ignored Toby's statement and got up back on to my feet. And began to walk out of the door. I hate the fact that my appearance gets in the way of what I really want. When I was a orphan, I was looking for someone to help me and possibly give me the same affection and love as human parents to their young.

     But because I was different and scary looking, I received nothing but hate and fear. I came here to kill slenderman....and all though I hate to admit it...I wanted to know why I am the way I am and maybe I can lean on him for support. I just want someone to look at me and see me and take me for who I was. Instead I come here and yes I am no longer feared or despised...but still am very much judged for what I look like. My defense is still up as if I was still a orphan. And that's because If I let it down, someone is gonna hurt me.

    Toby and masky watch me leave with out a word. I step out of the house and with a sigh, I'm back up in the air with my wings behind me. I fly above the forest. Not quite sure where I'm going. I might even fly back to the mansion when im tired. It's dark and quite and the breeze wraps it's own invisible body over my face and tangles its fingers in my hair, lifting my hair from off my shoulders as the moon casts its looming light onto it giving it a beautiful silver glow. My wings receive the same affection but rather white than silver.

     Where I'm flying is when I feel free and nothing else matters but me, the dark sky and the shining moon who is speckled with it's own battle scars.

     I stop where I'm at. Hovering above the ocean of forest, stareing up at the moon and stars. The wind leaves me, my silver long hair falls back onto my shoulders. Why ist that out of anything in life. I feel like the moon. Alone in a sky full of stars. Distant from the earth and everything around it. Big and bright for everyone to see. Scars to show but not a single person seems to care.