Yayy another sucky editttt
"I never understood why I wanted to find Slender. I use to collect weird drawings from the woods with CR when we were little, Lauren sometimes came along with us. Either she was busy or too scared too." I looked down and was playing with one of the notes from the woods. Crumpling under my fingertips, just like everything around me. Tim was gone to work, and I decided on recording my story, if someone found this and I was gone. It felt like it was coming so soon, getting sooner everyday.

"I got too wrapped up in finding it, so it did what I wanted. I saw it, like I wanted, it shown me what I wanted. Why was I so foolish? It led me to going to a psych ward, and my mother dying. Everything because of my stupid curiosity, now I'm scared. For myself, and even more for Tim. It feels like everyday this is pushing more and more on my back. Why should I be scared of even telling my boyfriend?"

I turned off the camera and took a deep reshoring breath, cupping my hands on my face. Then moving my hands to the back, pushing the long strands of hair out of my face.

The door opened and he walked down the hallway, I quickly hid the camera in the cabinet on the desk. Tim walked in, "hey." He remands normally, looking at me from the doorway. I turned in my desk chair and looked at him, "H-hey."

"Come here." He demands in his still normal voice. I get up and walk over to him, feeling a bit nervous as I felt Slender's presence close by. I turn my hand a little and see him in the yard, my blood ran cold. Tim held me close and rested his head on the top of my head. The paranoid ward off a little, but it was still there, like always.

I felt something tugging at me, poking me, to wake up from passing out. I opened my eyes under my mask and rolled on my back, pulling up my mask to rub my tired eyes. I saw a hint of a black snake like figure, definitely sleeping on concert is not good for my back at all. I must've not done my job right, again. Everytime he want us or we did a job wrong, he makes us pass out under his control then spawn next to him when we wake.

"Is this about a job again?" I groaned and got up slowly.

"No." He calmly answered. "Why did you put those drawings up?"

"Well I was scared as shit, why wouldn't I show people where I was by putting it up? It helped Lauren with it, and I fucking remembered YOU were the only who wanted me to draw."

"Ah yes, youghling, yes~ I did."

I crossed my arms and stared at him with cold eyes, I wasn't scared of him, not anymore. "Well what else do you want to do for you boss? Master? Daddy? Daddy-O?" I spoke with annoyance, I wouldn't care if he killed me where I stood, I was so done with this.

He cringed on the inside, "well daddy and daddy-o is a new one, please never call me those two things again."

"I hoped I wasn't going to either." I spoke with even more annoyance as I turned and walked out of his room, to my room in the dark attic.

I looked through my section of the drawers in his- well ours since we only have one desk in our house for old letters.
Old letters from what CR gave me, he was such a sweet guy and wanted everyone to be save. Definitely me, the thing just got too much in his head. It likely got less in his head than me, since he was targeting me more. He got too crazy, he wanted to kill himself. It was really crazy. I mean it's best to get out of this situation, but what about Tim? My step mom who Tim hasn't met? Dad? Or even Lauren? I'd honestly rather deal with this than die before I could live my life with them.

Haven't you think I would've tried that anyways? It never worked, it never did. No matter how many times I tried.

It never worked.

What made me get on my nerves (actually nervous), also I think Tim a little too as well. Is tomorrow night is when we get to meet them. I forgot what time like usual lately. I'd forget time easier and usual lately, Tim has been noticing this and wanting me to take some of his pills. I said no, because those were his and he should use them, not me.

Really, I was scared, that they wouldn't work at all for me. Just like everything else.

Does this mean I'll be dying soon? All the signs, and i feel it too, stronger than before.