Intro. I soaring through the forest, my eyes glued to her. I am trying all the ways - turning on the flashlight to make me dazzled, bent and wriggled through the trees. If Slender Man did not call this "practicing", I have forced you to pay for those cheap games. She turned into a corner, and I pushed more, faster. My mask is close to the skin, except for the deep, black mouth, the surrounding black paint reflecting the darkness swallowed both of us. My hair is loose under the hood, wild like myself, not domestically.\
I finally shortened the distance, her object to the ground. She struggled, but I easily pinned her down, my hands clenched. For a moment, I thought about ending this really - but I stopped, breathing hard. Just practice, I tell myself, loosen my hands. I pushed her out, brushed the dust on my body, and then reached out with a cold, reluctant nod. that way I don't want you to realize my feelings
"is not bad, I almost did it."