Falling In Love With Slender Man

Chapter 9

--CHAPTER NINE--

Sage was left alone in the tiny, boring room. She sat on the bed, knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on them. She felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and guilty pleasure. Kissing Ash had been so new, so thrilling.

She had a slight memory of kissing before. A simple feel of skin on skin, teeth and tongues clashing together. It didn’t seem as good as Ash’s mouth on her own, though that could be because of the cool fog that had settled over her remembrance.

She sighed and stretched her legs out. Her clothing was stiff and uncomfortable, scratching her smooth skin every time she shifted. She had nothing else to change into though, she recalled with slight disappointment. A thought dawned on her just then.

The trench coat lay on the floor, thrown aside and forgotten. Ash must have pushed it off the bed when he had moved to lay with Sage. Hesitantly she moved to pick it up.

She did not want Ash seeing her reading it, out of fear he would take it away from her. She couldn’t stand if she lost the one thing that could help her regain some of her history.

She didn’t think he would come back though. He had seemed shaken and oddly vulnerable when he’d left the room. She doubted he would make an appearance again anytime soon.

She flipped the notebook open, picking up the eerie note from the mysterious Ellie once again. Eyes squinted, she read over the note again, trying to see if the letters had rearranged themselves into something more pleasant. To her utter displeasure they were exactly the same.

She laid the note carefully on the bed. Running her finger lightly over the worn pages of her first entry she whispered to herself, “Please, help me.”

But nothing in the first few pages helped. It was from a year ago and all she had been going on about was getting a dress for the spring formal and how somebody named Taylor had better not think about getting her “slutty little hands” on the silky emerald one she had wanted. 

She flipped a few months over and paused on an entry that caught her eye. It was talking about how a boy named Ryan had broken up with her at school, on the campus in front of everyone. A quick flash of the brown haired boy danced around her mind. She suspected that was Ryan. The small words gave no indication as to why Ryan had broken up with her.

Storing the new information into a file in her brain that she had labeled “Life Investigation”, she moved to the last thing she had written. The date was October 20th of this year.

The words were scrawled messier than usual, no doubt from a shaky hand. The paper was crinkled where she suspected tears had fallen on it. Blood stained a few spots on the corners.

She recalled asking Ash for the date earlier. She stared in silent astonishment at the last words she had written before the sudden downfall of her town and slaughter of everyone in it aside from herself. She had written this not even a week ago.