His branching arms are for collecting,
His face is empty of expressing.
They were fighting again. She didn't understand why they did it but she hated it when they shouted at each other. Hiding under the covers on her bed in the dark room, she sniffles and wipes away a stray tear running down her cheek. She could always hear them, almost every night at each other's throat and it scared her because things would break and smash really loudly.
It was moments like these when she wished that she didn't exist. She wished that she were someplace else far away from here. A place where no one could scream at each other; a place where people loved each other and loved her. She hated being neglected; no one ever paid attention to her. She was just their invisible little child and it saddened her because she loved mummy and daddy very much.
A loud piercing shriek caused a chill to run down her spine and she closes her mouth with her tiny hands when she gasped. It was quiet now. Too quiet. She waited, not really sure for what, a sound maybe, and when everything continued to stay silent she decides to go peek on them, just for a little while to make sure that they have finally made up. It ended like that sometimes, although rarely.
Little Bee pulled away the covers from head and jumps off her bed, and slowly tip toed her way to the door. The door wasn't fully closed so there was a small crack that allowed the light from the hall to come in. Luckily it didn't make a sound when she opens it so she slowly creeps out and without a sound, her little feet make their way down the stairs.
She freezes when she hears a voice. A low and continuous mumble that sounded a lot like mummy's voice. There was a sense of cold air around her and it didn't feel right. Something just didn't feel right at all and when she pokes her head out from behind the wall into the kitchen. There she saw mummy, her back towards her and she wondered what her mother was doing with a knife tightly gripped in her hand.
Her mother was breathing heavily. Bee could see her shoulders shaking as if she were laughing, except only there was no sound. Little Bee came out from behind the wall and takes tiny steps into the kitchen. It made her shiver when the soles of her bare feet touched the cold tiles.
"M-Mummy?" Her small sweet voice came out and she watched her mummy freeze for a second. "Mummy, where's daddy?" She asks when she realizes her father wasn't in the kitchen.
Very slowly, her mother turns around with the knife still in her hand. She turns towards her daughter standing at the doorway of the kitchen and Bee saw that mummy had tears in her eyes and blood splattered on her face. Mummy looked scary and she didn't like how her mummy was looking at her.
"Daddy?" Bee broke into a sob when the moment her mother moved, she saw father lying on the kitchen floor, eyes wide and empty, his mouth left agape and his face ghastly. What she saw was horrifying and her throat hurt when she couldn't even scream, she couldn't cry, she couldn't do anything.
"My baby, come to mummy." Her mother says. Her bloody hands gesturing Bee to come to her but she refuses and shakes her head.
"I SAID COME TO ME NOW!" She suddenly shouts and it makes Bee jump in place. She looked into her mother's eyes and she was sure that the woman standing in front of her was not her mother. Her mother would never shout at her like that.
"No! You're not my mummy!" Bee screams back. She turns to run out of the kitchen and bolts out the front door. She didn't think about how cold it would be outside, she didn't care that it was already dark out, the only thing she knew was that woman inside her house was not her mother anymore.

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The Slenderman
FanfictionEverything she ever wanted was right here with him, in his perfect little world. Cover by chimchimicorn