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My Best Friend	By : Zaikia Category: A through F > CreepyPasta (written origin) > CreepyPasta (written origin) Views: 4146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
When I had gotten back from the woods, my mother and father were waiting for me. My mother was mad at me for running off, as she had lied to the police, saying that I had run off because I was upset with them. Lair....all liars....
When the police had left, my mother instantly went into a lecture. “What were you thinking?! Are you that stupid?! You could've gotten lost and we wouldn't have found you!”
“You didn't even have to find me. I came back on my own.” I grumbled and she gave my shoulder a rough squeeze.
“Don't you dare argue with me young lady. You're still a child, so we're going to treat you like one.” She snarled and then released me. “Go to your room.”
I wandered back to my room and plopped down on my bed, thinking about the new friend I had made. He was a strange man, but then again I've always liked strange, so I wanted to know more. I didn't know how long we were gonna be friends for...
Hopefully a long time....
And it has been.
Four years went by since the first time I had met the tall man of the woods. I was now at the still young age of 14. Slender, that's what I called him because he was quite slender and thin, but still strong and had muscles. He told me he was naturally thin because that's the way he had been born. My hair had grown to the middle of my back now and the cut on my cheek had faded by now.
This year I was going into high school, Freshman. My birthday was soon, about the second week of school. August 24^th. I sighed softly to myself as Shepherd and I got off the bus that dropped us off at the high school.
“Do you think being a Freshman is hard sis?” He asked me, looking down at me.
“We'll never know unless we try it.” I replied and we walked inside. We already had our schedules and thankfully, we had the whole year together. And that would be nice. “At least we have each others backs when the bullies come along...”I spoke, seeing his expression when I said the word 'bullies'.
“Sis....”
“We'll get through today, alright bro?”
“Alright.”
Surprisingly, the day actually went by pretty easily. No one came up to us and teased us about being twins, no harassment, nothing...until school ended. We were walking out to the bus when a group of girls came up to us.
“Hey freaks.” the leader of the back spoke with a grin.
“Laney, we're not in the mood, go away.” I spoke and pushed Shepherd to our bus. “Get on, I'll be there in a few.”
He looked at me with a concerned expression on his face and then nodded, getting onto the bus. I turned to face the girls. “So, we've been wondering. Have you ever fucked your brother? I mean, I bet it would feel good because you two are twins.”
I glared at Laney harshly. “That would be considered incest. Incest is illegal.”
“Who gives a fuck? I would fuck my own brother. Oh wait, I actually have and he's such an awesome lay.” Laney snickered.
“You're disgusting scum. You don't deserve to live.” I snarled at her and her expression turned of one to laughing to one of anger.
“What did you say you stupid bitch?” She snarled and grabbed the front of my shirt. “Because I WILL knock you on your ass in front of everyone.”
“Go ahead. See if I care.”
“Delighted.”
Laney threw me to the ground harder than I imagined and she stepped on my ribs even harder and I felt a couple of them crack. I cried out and immediately wrapped my arms around myself to keep them from injuring me even further. Laney and her friends burst into laughter. “What a weak bitch. YOU'RE the one who doesn't deserve to live. Nobody likes you or your brother. You have no friends. So why don't you just do everyone a favor and kill yourself?”
I remained emotionless, not wanting to cry in front of them. I wasn't a baby and I surely wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry and be weak. So I merely got up and glared hard at her while holding my ribs.
“Go to hell you filthy scum.” I snarled at her and then picked up my bag and walked away. The buses had already left by now and we didn't live far from home. Though, it will take me about a half-hour to get home.
My parents will be pissed, I know that for sure. I walked into the forest and sat down on a large log, closing my eyes and waited. It wasn't long before I felt a familiar presence sitting right next to me and I opened my hazel orbs, glancing up at the tall man sitting next to me on the log.
“You're injured...” He spoke and immediately, but gently pulled me to him using his hand and I was sitting in his lap, his hand on my injured ribs. I sucked in breath and whimpered, feeling my eyes water up as he pressed on them slightly. He pressed his hand more, cracking them more, but then began healing them. Break more, fix more, something like that.
I felt a couple tears slip down my pale cheeks and sniffled as he finally healed my ribs and then coiled both of his arms around me, holding me in that warm, protective grasp. He was my friend, my protector, my guardian, maybe something else. He understood me and probably be the only one to understand me.
“My little one...” he murmured, using my childhood nickname he had given me. I only held onto him tighter, feeling safe and secure in his arms. At the age of 14, I was already emotionally unstable. I was always cold, hard-hearted and unemotional around others. But around Slender....he could make me pour all my tears out and make me feel better.
“I hate this world...I hate...humans...” I mumbled into his jacket, burying my face into the silky fabric. Slender's hand rubbed my back gently, up and down to make me feel better.
“You are still young.” The same hand on my back came up to my face, stroking it gently. I closed my hazel orbs and leaned into his touch. “You have many things to still learn.”
“I know, but....” I bit my lip a little. “How am I supposed to deal with those bullies...?”
“You are strong Shell. I know you are.” He lowered his head until it was laying on top of mine. “Do you know what you can do when you are feeling like this?”
“Hmm?”
“Get a journal and write your feelings out. Or..you could write stories when you are feeling like this.” He suggested.
I thought about it for a moment, finding it to be a good idea actually. “I think I may try that either tonight or tomorrow...”
“Good little one.” he used the nickname again and then stood up, wrapping an arm around my back and the other under my knees and carried me like how a man would carry a woman when they got married. I huddled against his chest, my hands in my lap as he carried me home. All I remember was that I fell asleep just like that.
When I woke up, I was in my bedroom and Shepherd had given mom and dad an excuse that he and I went to the library and just came home when they got home. Shepherd wanted to know where I had gone and I told me I just wanted some alone time.
Before I went to bed, I took Slender's advice and began writing up a story on my laptop. Maybe this would help after all....
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