Free Spirit | Slender Brother's X Reader

Chapter 11 ~ Returning

(Y/n)'s Perspective
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I walk along beside Slender, sighing.

"What?" He asked, probably because I've been sighing since we started walking.

"Why can't I stay outside?" I ask, not wanting to return.

"Because it's dangerous." He replied calmly.

"I'm not 5, I can take care of myself."

"You can't fend for yourself." I kind of went quiet at that.

"My point still stands." I recollect myself, changing the topic as well.

"And that point is?"

"I think you care about me. Maybe not for the sake of my well being, but at least your brother's."

"..."

"I was never trying to say you cared cared about me. That would be unrealistic."

"How so?"

"We basically just met. I'm a lower life form to you. We have no connection. Why would you care about me?"

"And what if I really did?"

"Then you have a poor way of showing it."

Offender laughed. I kind of forgot he was there. He's probably just listening. I could feel the tension in the air.

"How long have you been alive?" Maybe that was a rude question, but I had a right to be curious.

"A while." He must've decided it was his turn to ask questions, because he stopped me and asked one. "Why do you want to be alone?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's see. Your best and only friend is my brother and you've just met your brother again, then you leave them both to be alone." He explained, I kind of just shrugged.

"I guess I'm just overwhelmed. I guess I'm happy, but I just feel sick. Maybe I'm just not used to it."

"You must've been happy before. I know you were abused but there was still a time you weren't."

"You know you're nice to talk to when you're not being an arrogant jerk." I didn't want to talk about it and hoped insulting him a little would piss him off and make him drop it. But it didn't work.

"(Y/n)."

"Ok. Ok..." I take a deep breath. "I didn't have much to be happy about. I was happy to have my brother. I was happy to have my mom when I did. I was happy when my father could still look me in the eyes and call me a princess and say I love you. But that quickly changed.

Grandma revealed the truth of my mother's kind and my father got mad. Called this S.C.P place. I had to watch as they shot her to 'put her to sleep'. There was a lot of blood... I was a mute kid, so the kids next door would call me weird. Beat me up because I didn't tell. But the nicer kids would go out in the field with me and we'd stuff flowers in our socks.

Whenever they showed their parents, they got congratulations and comfort. When I showed my father... well that was the first time he hit me. 'Dirty clothes. You're a lady, you can't get your clothes dirty those cost money.' I signed to him that I felt happy. He just laughed. Told me, 'of course you'd believe that, you're just a retarded little girl.'

He asked me why I couldn't be like other kids. I don't know what he means by that. Because no child is behaved to his desire. Then my step mother came around. She acted nice in the beginning and I was starting to speak around that time. First time I said hi to her, my voice was terrible, so she just looked at me with a nasty sneer and said 'awe. How pathetic. A disabled girl.'