Forgotten (Tim Wright x Reader)

Prologue

It's been two years since the entries stopped. Two years since Jay died. Two years since I stopped blacking out. Two years since I've come in contact with the faceless entity.

Ever since that whole ordeal, I can honestly say that I've been doing better.

But not good....just better.

After Alex's death, I moved away from where I was, heading somewhere farther down south, down in a small town called Sylacauga, nicknamed the 'Marble City' due to all the marble found and carved there....heh, guess I never thought I could truly escape it...it followed me.

I've been taking my meds regularly, and since no hooded figure had come to steal them away from me, that "alter ego", that masked maniac hasn't emerged yet.

As I said before, that Slender figure had stopped appearing, making me wonder if he can only survive in a certain range of an area, or if he just lost interest in me, after all this time.

I've been in a few romantical relationships, since I've become more stable mentally. But none of them ever stayed for too long. After what I've been through, no one seemed serious enough for me to even consider sleeping with, or getting engaged to, or some other crap.

And I have also developed a slight fear of cameras. Wonder why. Whenever I even so much as see the familiar square-ish piece of technology, I flinch and look around, almost as if I expect something/someone to be there. PTSD, I guess. But every night, I suck it up and sleep with a camera on my dresser, which records me sleeping. Old habits die hard. It's not like I really expect to see that entity in my room while I'm sleeping or something, it's just.....like I said, a habit.

It's also how I discovered I sleepwalk.

I mean, it's nothing too bad, I just get up, walk around the house before sitting on my bed, staring blankly at the wall.

And I keep on having dreams, flashbacks, of those I've lost. Jay. Alex, although his death wasn't a total loss. As for Brian, I refuse to believe he's dead. I never looked underneath that guy's hood after he fell. And even if it was him, he might not have been dead, just.....unconscious.

 I refuse to believe that he's dead. He was my first and my only friend. He can't be dead. 

He just can't be dead.