Yeah...Uh...This is my first story in English since I moved back to America...and it's my first story on FJ...so...Enjoy!
Quickly, I ran out the forest, my forehead having a large wound on it. I was only seven when I first encountered him, Slenderman…and after that, my life went to hell. When I was ten my mother and father were killed in the WTC attack, and I was left to live with my loving grandmother. When I was seventeen my first girlfriend, along with her mother, were killed by her step-father. Slowly I became known as the ‘Bringer of Death’ and was shunned until I moved at the age of twenty. When I moved to my new home my neighbor was pretty much my first friend in years, and slowly we began dating. At the age of twenty-six, when our son was five, he was killed in an ‘accident’ on a school trip and my wife killed herself due to the depression. Finally, at the age of twenty-seven, I went back to where everything began, back to the forest hoping to meet the man who caused this all. “Where are you!?” I yelled out as I made it to the exact spot where I first met Slenderman. Within one swift motion, I was slammed into a tree, a tentacle at my neck. A tall, suited figure walked out from a tree, his face having no features till he was face to face with me. A large, fanged grin came across his face and a few words came out through the fangs.
“Welcome back…to where it all began…”
And with that, a tentacle went through my chest, pulling my heart out. He smiled looking back and forth between me and my still beating heart.
“Tah-tah for now…”