Slender

Chapter 6

Slowly looking away from the fence I shut my eyes tightly as tears swell up. Turning around I take a step up the path but stop immediately and put my hand over my mouth. I give out a muffled cry yet ignoring the sadness I wipe the tears away and start heading home once again.

Thoughts go flying around in my head and I find myself unable to think straight. ...Why does Slenderman continue to let me live? And why am I the only one? Have people really been being killed in this forest the entire time I've lived here? A strike of sickness suddenly hits my stomach making me stop and crouch. Feeling ill, I lean my head forward and hold my hand over my mouth again. I feel so useless, I had a chance to save that boy. I'm the only one that could have saved him but... that's only because Slenderman refuses to kill me. Only if I'd taken more advantage of the moment. More advantage? No, I'm too out of place for that. I have no business here.

I let my thoughts rest for a minute only for another notion to hit me. Is it really okay to assume that its Slenderman's nature to kill? No, I don't want to come to that conclusion. I take a breath through my mouth and stand back up. A drop of water falls onto the path, then another and another. Rain...? Yes, rain and I could feel the temperature dropping ever so slowly. Knowing I should hurry home I find myself still standing silently in the dark, now being wettened by the light sprinkles that fell from the sky.

And there is it again. The flashlight in the distance searching throughout the trees. I thought those boys would have left by now but I guess they find themselves still serving a purpose here. On instinct I dart my eyes over to a tree to hide yet, I don't move. Those teens... Should have been the ones to die. A shocking feeling of anger runs through my body as I start to walk off the path towards the light. I could hear them talking about some off topic subject that didn't interest me. Soon enough I could see them fully. Noticing me, they stop in there tracks and watch me march towards them a bit speechless. Coming up to the boy with the backpack I raise my hand in the air and slap him. He stumbles back at first surprised, but it only takes a second for him to return the favor by punching me. The terrible force hits my cheek making me fall back.

I cringe in pain on the ground holding onto my cheek. Whats wrong with me? He yells down at me with questioning yet, extremely angry words as both of them start to walk closer to my motionless body. Again... Again, I got hurt. Amid the threatening words they were throwing at me they both had suddenly gone quiet. I squint my eyes open to see what it was that had silenced them but, I didn't see anything. At that moment both of them looked like as if they had seen a ghost. Soon enough, I could feel it too. Someone was standing behind me and the two boys were staring straight at it. They both started to scream. Turning around they dashed away as quickly as I had when I had first seen... him. Slenderman, what are you doing saving my like a prince? There's no doubt in my mind that it isn't him standing behind me, who I could now I feel was standing even closer.

Laying on my side, my hand still over my cheek I close my eyes not wanting to have to face him. But I quickly open them back up when I feel him picking me off the ground. He held firmly six feet above the ground now walking me towards my home; he's really acting like a prince isn't he? But sadly, he's slain the wrong dragon. I lay my head against his chest mesmerized by his pitch black tie. I look up at him who wasn't looking down at me whatsoever. He seemed far more focused on getting me home than anything. "Why don't you just use your powers and teleport me home?" I ask in a more statement matter than a questioning one.

"I can only teleport myself." He states. I start to imagine him teleporting away and me dropping to the ground. I giggle. This gets him interested because he turns his head towards mine but then turns it back. That's too bad, I wanted him to ask "What's so funny?" But, I guess he's not that much of a joker.

Sadly, I can't help but be frustrated with him because of what he did. I just... I just don't want to assume it's his nature to kill. Please let it not be, Please let there be a reason. I continue to plead quietly to myself gripping onto Slenderman's shoulder. The sprinkling was coming down harder now.

My hand no longer holding onto him and my eyes gently shut, I start to fall into a deep sleep. I hope Slenderman doesn't mind my carelessness. As everything starts to become darker and more quiet around me I'm suddenly woken up to find myself laying on my bed. Slenderman looking down on me in the corner of my eye. I wasn't sure what to do or say, my mind was rather blank. My room is dark, very dark. It be pitch black in here if it weren't for the small light in the corner of my room. I guess you could say It's a night light, even though I've only started using since I met Slender.

Forcing myself, I sit upright in bed and scoot back so that I'm almost sitting on my pillow. Whenever I'm near him I can't help taking a step back or scoot away. Recalling the pain in my cheek I hold onto it in hope the pain would leave. It's cold, I'm kinda wet from the rain but, out of all of these things I was mostly tired. Turning my head to my clock I could see that it was currently one in the morning. I close my eyes in distress, annoyed by the time. "Does your cheek hurt?" Slenderman asks, he must have taken this as a sign of pain. And it does hurt, more than I wish it would. I look up at Slender, he's the only one right now that knows just how bad my cheek may or may not be. My face is a bit wet from the rain, but for all I know that could be blood.

"Yeah." I answer still holding onto my cheek. I'd turn on my lamp beside my bed but, that would require leaning in towards Slender and I'd rather not create that awkward situation. I stare down at my red blankets below me slowly recovering my thoughts and feelings towards him. My anger returns but more overly, my curiosity. I put my hand down. "Thank you, Slenderman." I say formally. "For... carrying me here, especially after what happened... and all." My tiredness continues to affect me as my words come out slow and sloppy. I still can't bring myself to look up at him. "But, you don't have to do me anymore favors." I end in the least most offensive manner possible. He's quiet for a moment.

"Why?" He asks making me flinch in surprise. My thoughts are stunned.

Mean and rather cruel statements are thrown around in my head of all the things I could say. No, I don't want to be mean to him. "Because, I don't deserve it." I say almost ashamed. "I don't deserve any of it... I have nothing to do with this forest or you. I shouldn't even be here right now. So you shouldn't be doing these things for me. It's pointless, it's it?" That's right but, also... "And I don't want you doing kind things for me when-" Lending me his jacket, Scaring off those bullies, Carrying me here, Sparing me and my family... "When you're doing the complete opposite to every person that comes in this forest." I remember the boy. I don't like being the only one. My chest starts to ache. "So... If, If you've planned on killing me in the future or think about it often just do it already." Several terribly, stressful and uncomfortable moments pass by making me even more scared. Is he going to kill me?

"Do you really want me to kill you that badly?" I lift my head up a little bit.

"No... Just-"

"I decided that I wasn't going to kill any of you and I don't plan to go back on that decision." I look up at him. 'But why?' Is what I want to ask but, I find myself unable to speak anymore. Coming close he sits down on the edge of my bed, facing me. Still scared I lean back a little unsure of what he plans on doing. "There's no need to be scared of me." Putting his hands over mine he swiftly leans in and presses where his mouth should be on my hurt cheek. My mind once again... goes blank.