Slender Man

XIV

Life. So many people try to keep it or take it away. I always wondered why people wanted to kill themselves. They'd say they hear things, see things, people do things to people that make them not want life no more.

Right now, I want to give up. I want to stop running. I want to let him take me. They say to never quit, but everyone is different. You will quit eventually, if you have no choice but to quit. If there's no way out, what's the point in trying? I'm killing myself by running for so long, I'm killing my feet, i'm killing my lungs, there will be a point where they give up. I will stop and throw up whatever is left in my stomach and when I run again, I will stop again and throw up my stomach.

So why do I keep running? Why don't I just stop now? Honestly, I can't stop. I want to give up so bad, But i'm not going to stop. I'm going to continue. I'm going to run until I die, because I don't want to be by the person who hurt me, the voices inside my head, the things I see. I want to leave them. Go to a better place.

That's why people kill themselves.

My feet give out and I fall on the floor. My heart is beating so fast, I can feel it against my ribcage.

There it is. The last page. It's a picture of Slender Man in the woods. I want to cry, but I can't. How is this supposed to help me? Did they think this would? So many emotions flow through me as I try to stand to my feet.

And there he is, the faceless guy. Slender Man. My eyes become blurry as he stands so close to me that I can already feel the knee scrape all over my body. But that's not what happens because dark engulfs me.

"Slendy," I giggle drawing my name on the stone wall.

'Scarlett,'

"We're best friends right?" I ask

'Of coarse.'

"Don't be mad," I frown looking up at the tall man "My mom says we have to move."

He stares at me, or so I think he does. He doesn't have any eyes.

'Do you want to be with me forever?'

"Yes! Of coarse I do"

'We will then'

"Really?" I smile happily

'Yes, together forever.'