I teared up in front of Slenderman, after he found me, not letting the tears to stream down my face…I must tell the truth…
I’m Sabrina, Sabrina Borealis, 4th child. I’ve grown up with one brother. What happened to the other two? They died in a car crash with the wife and the child of my oldest brother. Now I have only one brother, Peter. He often teases me and beats me up. Mother and father are the same. I grew up abused and alone. This life taught me that it doesn’t matter how much I have – a big house, money, a lot to eat… I will always be alone like this. From when I was an infant, to my 10 years… Always alone.From the abuse at home and at school now I hardly feel any pain.
This was until one day, the day I changed school. Guess what. I found a friend, that friend quickly turned into my best friend, Madison Marshall. The only living thing that could understand me. We spent a lot of time together.
One day we went in the woods. It was beautiful. I loved the woods, especially deep and dark woods. Let’s go straight to the point, we found a dead man’s body, with an open stomach and without eyes. There was blood… everywhere… and I liked it. My brown eyes shined and strands of my long brown wavy hair with some locks coloured in blue, caressed my cheeks.
I must admit I liked everything about the dead body. It was a work of art. I tried to ignore the feeling and ran to my best friend who was nearly throwing up. Things went normal for the next days, but then… that day came… I was age thirteen… My best friend, Madison Marshall, like a sister to me, only person that I could actually trust… died… she died… by suicide of depression… the only bright star in a black sky lost its light. That was the moment I broke. Everything went to hell. The person most dear to me was dead and now in front of my eyes in a coffin. I wore a black hoodie with black pants and black and white Converse, because of the tradition of the funeral. On my neck were two necklaces. The shorter was a little silver heart with a little silver clover in it. It was a gift for my birthday from Madison. The other one was a silver half of a heart. The other half was on Madison’s ice-cold neck. It was still there. Her mother came near me and said,
“Look at her wrist,” I looked right above her wrist. She cut herself. It was cut “S+M = BFF”. I cried. I made a little sob and kissed my best friend’s cold forehead crying unnoticeable because of the hair on my eyes like always.
“I’m sorry Mad. I can’t wait to come see you. I love you my best friend…” I placed white roses in front of her coffin and without saying a thing I ran away. I was sick of my stupid life, I was sick of everything. I went in the woods and I found a broken mirror. It was a big mirror, but what I saw in it was terrifying, my eyes… gold, my teeth weren’t normal… four of them were vampire, like sharp canines, my short nails became claws… werewolf… but not a classic, I hadn’t got fur or body hair like normal werewolves, so when I saw myself I thought “I am beautiful”.
I tried to calm down and looked up again. All of that was gone. I wanted one thing, revenge. Revenge for what my said ‘family’ did to me, so I got back to my house and grabbed a kitchen knife. I waited for the others to come back and then I waited for Peter to go in bed and slowly drift asleep… not fully yet. I climbed on top of him with my legs on each side of him.
“S-Sabrina?”
“Sweet dreams, Peter,” that was the last thing be heard in his life. Then I stabbed him right in the heart to make it quickly. I had enough stress for today, so I want to just finish this and go somewhere. I go to my parents room and light a few matches up. I some on the bed sheets, on my parents… and lets just say… I burned up the house. I had a japanese katana so I brought it with me. Suddenly I felt something on my shoulder. I turned around and I saw a man without a face and hair. He was much much taller than me. He said,
“Come with me. You are an immortal werewolf. I’m Slenderman. You will make new friends and you will become one of the creepypastas,” I knew about Slenderman and the other things like him, so I went with him… Still now, I am an immortal werewolf and I have a wonderful life. Blood, friends and very much fun. My ‘family’ weren’t b*****s that gave me birth and other a******s. My family is my friends and Slenderman, who is like a father to me now. The father I always wanted to have…
“There is a legend about a girl who killed her family, and then went gone. Not dead. Famous by the name ‘Moonshot’. It says the girl will kill everybody who hurted her and her lost best friend. Now she lives in a house in the deep woods with the Slenderman and the creepypastas. Don’t trust anyone.”
