My Friend The SlenderMan

She was different, so I tried to give her all I could It cost me was my heart

My Friend The SlenderMan
Chapter 1: Conflicted Feelings
"People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate they can be taught to love"- Nelson Mandela
This story contains: Violance, Swearing, Mythology, Fantasy, Abuse, Alchohalism, Character Death, Friendship, Language-Barrier and Tragedy.

It was a bleak day.
As normalcy would supply, my simple strolls through the thicket provided myself with comfort and calmed the roaring voices inside my mind.

A roaring brought on by the ever present idiocy on this endless plane i seem to occupy. Idiocy brought in by the other occupants of this large, blue world.

People.

The first thing i can think of when i saw them was that human beings were queer in the way that they acted and treated one another. Many of their behaviours id depict as revolting. And yet i still coudnt find myself to hate them. They were beautifull in a tragic way.

You see, i have always thought of people as intriguing. Such strange and interesting creatures; i had come to dub them closely to the wild wolves. They were alot alike in my mind-frame.

Volatile, and dangerous.

I'd see them puffing out their chests in an agressive stance to prove the most suitable for a female companion and at times flashing their stacks of paper bills, colorful cars to bring the illusion of supremecy so the other competition would leave defeated, his tail between his legs.

Ive never seen a person let a reason to fight slide, always seen them agress for the sole purpose of agressing. Like a couple of bitches snarling over a bone. Ive never particularly favored their terms of speaking, however, in my admittance of fascination; intrigue, always layed an under tone of bitterness.

That emotion only ever really seemed to surface the waters when i had saw her.

Tiny, tiny, hands balled into fists and pressed tightly to her eyes as if to block the flood works of water escaping, as a beaver would to a dam. Said animal seemed to suit the young one well, as i had soon noticed her strangely pink mouth stretched into a frown as she wailed, 0nly a few chipped teeth scattered unevenly over her gums, and two large, squared teeth in the front to top it off.

But she seemed more frail then that of the aquatic rodent..dare i say it, cute.

Ugh. That left a foul taste in my mouth. I thank whatever benevolent being that had formed me, had created me without a real form of comunication. Id rather be minced by a pike several times over then to openly admit to those particular wordings.

How humiliating.

She was standing by one of the only several oak trees in this wooded area, close to the park i had realised, i began to wonder if the miniscule child had gotten lost, accidently wounded up here.

It seems the petite creature was still unaware of my presence. Or any presence for that matter. Her mop of ebony hair was tangled in a mess, twigs and leaves branching from the knotted strands, and her bangs that framed her face above the arches of her brow seemed to cling to her flesh by what had seemed to be clumps of mud mixed with her tears. She was completely enveloped in her sorrow.

I had never before felt my heart clench in such a way. I felt a terrible feeling drape over me, like a dark blanket. It was a rather suffocating feeling, and it had gotten my limbs moving.

I hadnt ever realised that emotions could be so powerful as to actually get myself to move, (ridiculous notion that a simple feeling could control my person without thought, i am aware, however i would never admit to having thought rationally and coming to this decision) untill i was standing directly above the small child, my tendrils snaking out from underneath my suit to reach the destinstion of her flushed, wet, cheek. Using my black like appentages in fear my clawed hands would damage her.