Its been 10 years, im still struggling to come to terms with everything that happened. I have a family now, I've been away from the community for years- but it just lingers in my mind. Seeing her, seeing Chryssy. I used to be a higher up there, Father Rael chose me as a brother, he chose me to carry out his orders, all for the Slenderman. He's always hated Chrysanthemum, im not shocked, she looked just like her mother, and he had loved her. I dont even remember what she did, I just remember him locking her away as punishment, I couldnt bear it. To see a girl I loved with my whole heart be punished just- just for existing.. She sounded sick, she kept coughing over and over, her eyes looked glazed over, I would try to help her out- and Father Rael would punish me too. He'd gone too far that day, hes watched her cough up blood, and still he shouted and shouted like it was all that mattered. His wives watched from afar, the many children he'd bore clinging to them. I dont know how I didnt see it was a cult, I should've known better, I should've done something- Anything- He made us all watch as he took the Hatchet and buried it into her neck. I remember the blood spilling out, all over her clothes, all over Father's robes, all over the forest floor, I couldnt unsee it.. her eyes sunken in, My Chryssy, Now headless without help. When I returned to my cabin I couldnt sleep, I couldnt eat, or think, everything felt wrong. We were worshipping a tall man, one we'd known nothing about , one that had chosen Father Rael, one that had chosen to kill the love of my life. I stared at the ceiling for hours on end, It was late, dark out, I heard the sound of twigs snapping outside my window and sat up. I grabbed a flashlight and my blood stained garment, before following the sound all the way to the chapel. I couldnt believe my eyes- I couldnt understand it- I'd watched it happen- I'd seen her die- Her blood still lingered on my cloak, staining the green to be brown.. but there she was, different, he clothes had been replaced, her hair still tangles with dry clusters of blood, and her head- he head oh god- gore dribbled from where her head had been chopped off, the skin still red and damaged, but it was there, on her shoulders, as if she'd been put back together... She looked at me, quiet, but almost pleading me to let her in, it was then that I got this photo. I could tell she was going to kill him. I Could tell I shouldnt interfere, but still I opened the chapel doors, I watches as she gave him a fate worse than her own, I watched and I knew I needed to escape, to leave that stupid cult, I didnt even know what the Slenderman was, I just- It was all for her.. Sometimes in my dreams I remember her, she'd told me she thought herself crazy, seeing figures in the distance, men in masks with an elongated creature, I should've believed her, I should've told Father Rael she was sick, I should've done something. I keep trying to move on with my life, but I see her everyday at night, maybe she's real, maybe she's not, but I know now she isnt alone..
tangentwithtanner
andulkaphoto
areudirty
2087
stormborns
