"Zara" A little girl called out her voice cracking, her skin pale, tears coming from her none existent eyes. Her hair was pitch blank, long and sleek. She was swinging on a swing in an empty playground, you could only hear the rusty screeching of the metal rubbing together every time she swung. She continued to repeat my name, it got louder and deeper as time went on. The image of her began to get blurry and pitch black.
"Zara?!" I hear Slenderman's static voice. He was shaking me and screaming my name. My mom was next to him, sobbing as she held a small bundle in her arms with Jeff next to her. Staring blankly at me, rubbing my mom's back as if to comfort her. I shot up in surprise as Slenderman rushed to hug me, so did Jeff, but my mother – she stood in the back sobbing as she held the small bundle. Confused I shook Jeff and Slenderman off to see why she was crying.
"Mom?" I asked getting out of bed and rushing to her side. She simply stared at me and gave me the bundle, I didn't know what to do so I just held it. Taking the blanket away from the top, my heart ached and my knees became weak. There was a small pale face, the neck was slit and dry blood surrounded the wound. "I didn't save her?" I asked. Waiting for someone to tell me this was simply a dream. Jeff sighed and hugged me. I pushed him away and yelled "Please tell me I'm dreaming." I fell on my knees clutching onto the small lifeless body, repeating the same thing over and over again, "Please."
_____________________________Two Days later___________________________
I woke up, like I usually did and went on like always. Everything was the same but it all felt useless and empty. I kept locking myself in my room, crying myself to sleep. I pushed everyone away when I needed them the most. The pain in my heart never went away, whenever I saw Slenderman or mom – I ended up falling on my knees and sobbing, telling them "Sorry" countless times.
Today is her funeral, the day where we bury my sister's little body into the ground and mourn, probably for eternity. I dressed in a plain black dress that went to my ankles, it had long sleeves with black lace around them. On my head I wore a black hate with a rose on it as a decoration. Mom and Slenderman had already left to the cemetery in the woods, Jeff stayed behind and waited until I was finished. Exiting my room he was on the stairs with his head in his hands. He probably heard the creaking of the door so he looked up and smiled. I walked next to him and sat down on the stairs, leaning against him. He sighed and kissed my forehead.
"It's okay, calm down. Your sister loves you and wouldn't want her sister crying okay?" He said, trying to comfort me, he too sounded sad, but tried covering it up with kind words. He stood up and and held his hand out, as if to pull me up. I held his hand and we both walked down the stairs and out the house. It was somewhat cold outside and quite windy.
A while later we arrived at the cemetery, mom was staring blankly at the open casket with my little sister in it, her skin seemed to be paler than it already was. I wanted to cry but no tears came out, my chest just ached.
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Fell In Love With A Killer
RomanceZara grew up as Slenderman's daughter, as she grew older her life was quite normal. Well, until her 10th birthday that is.