Can We Learn To Love? (Slender Man x reader) [UPDATED]

Stomach Churns (Ch. 11)

Your POV

I walked down the stairs and turned to go to the kitchen. I looked at the calendar on the fridge. It's a Saturday. No school.

I smiled, bitter. School isn't safe for me. I walk there. The thing might see me. I can't be at school. I'll get in trouble.

I can't stay here alone or unaware for too long. That thing is most likely still out there.

I opened the fridge and looked inside. Eggs. Orange juice. Sausage. I might as well eat. I grabbed said items and started cooking. I'll make some for mom. John can eat dirt. Ten minutes later, I was done. I grabbed the two plates and set them down on the table. I quietly ate and waited for mom.

But she never came. I went to her room and knocked on her door. No answer. I went inside an saw a not on the bed. I walked over and picked it up.

Honey, we went out for breakfast. It was his treat!

Love, mom

I felt my stomach lurch. He always ruins everything. Every. Thing. I crushed the note and threw it in the trash.

'I wasted my energy.' I thought to myself.

I walked down to the kitchen. I stared at the plate of warm eggs and sausage. I grabbed the cup of juice and drank it, grabbed the plate and headed outside.

'I'll feed the squirrels.'

Someone should enjoy the food. It might as well be the squirrels.

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I sat on the porch, the plate was about ten feet away from me on the ground. Half of it was gone. I don't know if it was the squirrels or a dog... Heh, I must have zoned out.

I want to call someone. I don't want to be alone. I don't even know why I'm outside--that thing is still out there. I guess part of me doesn't care what it'll do to me. I hugged my knees, shivering. Shorts and the same grey sweatshirt from yesterday. That's what I wore to go out cause I all I wanted was to change into shorts cause it 'might be warm out'. Should've known better. It's always chilly here. Probably because of the woods. There's so much shade here, it's cold.

I looked into the wood, beyond the fence. I want to leave. Leave and never look back. Leave and forget everyone and everything. Leave and not deal with reality.

I stood up and made my way over to the gate that would lead out to the woods. I put my hand on the latch and hesitate.

I don't even have a plan. I can't leave.

I looked out into the brown and green around me. It looks so nice.

I smiled. I remember going out to pick up rocks with my dad. Any rocks, all the rocks. Rocks to skip, rocks to paint, rocks to keep and look at. Somehow, he'd always find the perfect ones to keep. Shiny, round, smooth. Beautiful. We'd go down to the lake and skip rocks. Well, he'd skip them. My little, tiny self would try, but the rocks would only plop into the water. We'd go back home and show off the rocks to mom. She'd always want to scold us for being gone for so long, but mom would always just look in awe of the rocks we'd bring. Mom would say they were beautiful and ask where I got them from. I'd always smile and point at dad and proudly say he found them. We'd always smile and laugh.

I let go of the latch and walked back home. I may not like it here... But it's home. And I want to be home.