The Slenderman

Missing Home

I kept on thinking to myself that everything would be okay and nothing worse could happen. Well, it did get worse and something bad happend. My parents were killed in a car crash and I had to move in with my aunt and uncle. They've treated me like shit. In my mother and father's will, they left me everything and thats what my aunt and uncle want. They want to steal everything from me so they took me "under their wing." Right now, I'm sitting alone in my room while they are at work. Throughout my 16 years of my life, no one has cared for me. "Carter get down here right now!" She yelled.

"Speak of the devil," I mutterd under my breath. I walked downstairs into the kitchen. My aunt looked angry and I could tell why. My uncle left the milk, strawberries, and cream out again. She gestered me over to look in the containers. They've already gone bad.

"Well? Take care of this, NOW!" She screamed. Then she walked out of the kitchen into the living room. I am really starting to get sick of her shit. I walked over to the containers on the counters and took care of them. When I was taking out the garbage, I looked up at the night sky. I put the trash in the dumpster and climbed up onto my roof. The stars were all so beautiful and so far up into the sky.

"I wish I were a star or at least a bird. I hate my life," I complained. I layed down with a nice cool breeze cooling me off. I took out my phone and checked the temperature. It was 105 degrees out. So to me, the breeze felt like heaven. I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket. I put my arms under my head as a pillow and started dozing off. I kept on thinking to myself, asking why school had to start so soon. The next day, school started. I woke up at 2:00 in the morning, got off the roof by climbing in my bedroom window, took a shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed in my school uniform.

After I put on my clothes I walked downstairs and ate breakfast. I looked at my phone to see what time it was. 3:00 a.m. My aunt should get up in 2 hours. "Damn it," I sighed. "Why can't I just join my parents..." I got up, put on my shoes, grabbed my bag and stepped outside. Looked in my bag pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and pulled one out. I stuck it in my mouth, lit it, and started walking to school. On the way there, I saw one of my friends. He came up to me and snatched away my cigarettes. "HEY! I just lit that!"

"I thought you said you were going to quit," he teased.

"I never said when Dean," I said while mumbling I walked in front of him, turned around, and stopped which made him stop as well. He accidently bumped into me. "Ouch... Heheh, just kidding," I stuck my tounge out and pulled down my right eye's lower eyelid to mock him.

Once we got to school, I remembered why I started smoking in the first place. People were yelling at me, throwing pencils and paper at me, and kept on smacking or hitting me. Dean protected me the best he could. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the classroom. I sat down in my seat and put my head in my arms. I started to miss how it was before my parents died. I was home schooled for most of my life and now, I'm in a public highschool. I really want to go home...

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The pic on the side is Carter----->