The Fearless Child

Fifteen

"Bellatrix, you spent three months in the woods and came out alive. How? Are you... friends with the killers?" I continued to look out the windows at the trees of the woods then the therapist, Dr. Theresa Cole, sighed as she tried to get my attention again.

"Your father-"

"He's not my father." I bit out then heard her writing.

"Alright, Bob isn't your father. Can you tell me who is your family then?"

"My brothers are Jeff, Ben, Ej, Jackie, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, Puppeteer, Painter, Kagekao, Jason, Liu. My sisters are Jane, Sally, Clocky. Seed and Smile are our pets, our best friends." I whispered then hugged my knees to my chest tighter.

"So these murderers are your family? Is that what you believe?" She asked, then I slowly turned to look at her, glaring as she gulped.

"My family is my family, not my belief. I don't believe, I know. I know they will come after me, I know no other psychiatric hospital wants me because of that exact reason, because I am the only one ever to walk out alive-"

"You have their mark on you, the mark of the killers, but it's not a tattoo or a burn or any-"

"It's his mark." I smiled, and she looked confused.

"Who's mark? Jeff's? Ben's, Laughing Jack's-"

"No, you stupid bitch. It is the mark of Slenderman, the man who acts as their father. He's my friend." I said, and she looked pale.

"So, he marked you. How?"

"He didn't give me this mark; it appeared on its own." I said and reached up, lightly touching the mark and smiling as I closed my eyes.

"That's enough for today. Its time to go back to your room, Bellatrix."

"My name is Trix." I growled, glaring at her, then she stood as she eyed me.

"Your name is Bellatrix, that is the name your mother and father gave you, the name Sarah and Bob know you by. Bella is your nickname-"

"MY NAME IS TRIX! MY FAMILY GAVE ME THAT NICKNAME!" I screamed as I jumped at her, but I felt hands grab me and fought the orderlies.

"MY NAME IS TRIX! TRIX! ITS MY NAME FROM THEM!" I screamed as they dragged me to my room, then I was thrown into the padded room, and they locked it. I laid on the ground then slowly sat up, looking at the small window with bars over it, then to the door, the security camera that was above it watching me.

"Ben? Ben, can you see me? Please, come get me. Save me." I whispered then eyed the lense, realizing it was too small for him to come through.

"Please, let them know where I am." I whispered, then hugged my legs to my chest, closing my eyes and remembering my time with my family at our house in the woods.
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I stared at the trees that stood out over the buildings then felt the trees call me, beckoning me to return to their safety.

"Bella? Bella, its mommy." I growled at Sarah, then she stopped as Bob tried to sit in front of me, but I just angled my body so that I could see the woods.

"Bella, you've been here a year already. Please, get better so you can come home-"

"Sometimes I walk at night all alone. He follows me home; he follows me home. Sometimes he speaks in mumbles and moans. I mimic his tone, repeating his poem."

"What are you saying, Bella?" Sarah questioned, but I ignored her.

"Wraps up my hands and leads me to his throne. Forever we roam, forever we roam. He tells me that one day, we'll share a soul, and now I know... This is my home." I finished then reached up to feel his mark on my chest again.

"My home is with him, he is my home. I want to go home." I said, then Bob sighed.

"Bella, we're trying to bring you home-"

"My home is with him, he is my home." I repeated, making Bob huff.

"Bella-"

"My name is Trix Bright, my home is with Slenderman, he is my home, I want to go home." I said, then Bob looked shocked, but I slid my hand down to my pocket and grabbed the plastic knife I had smuggled in from lunch.

"Bella-" Sarah screamed as I lunged, stabbing Bob in the throat over and over, his blood spraying up to cover me, but the other patients began to cry as the orderlies tried grabbing me and saving Bob. As they dragged me off him, I cackled as I felt the mark heat up.

"MY HOME IS WITH HIM, HE IS MY HOME! I WILL GO HOME!" I laughed into the air, and then they dragged me off to solitary confinement.
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What Trix says at the end, the poem is not my own. I don't know who made it, let me know if you know the owner and I'll give them creds.