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S I C K . (A Slenderman Story) - Chapter 6
Sleet hit the car window, melting as it touched the warmer glass. Dianne stared blankly out at the passing cars and shrinking buildings. Luckily, the doctors didn't see anything on the CT scan, but they would have to wait for her bloodwork to come back before they could give her a definite answer. Just to be safe, her doctor prescribed some seizure medication for her, as well as some more medication to help with the frostbite. Her hands and feet were still bandaged. Her skin looked disturbing, almost completely black at her fingertips, up to her second knuckle was a sickening white color. Her entire hands and feet still ached, along with the small grey patch on her cheek. The pain was dulled now thanks so her new pain medication, a welcome relief, though she now felt drowsy,
A warm hand patted her knee. She looked over to see her mom giving a reassuring smile beside her in the backseat of the taxi. "Don't worry. If they didn't find anything on the CT scan, I real
S I C K . (A Slenderman Story) - Chapter 5
He isn't real...
Dianne felt chilled to the bone, though her body was not shivering. The tips of her fingers, toes, and the side if her face burned painfully. She nearly screamed when her eye was suddenly forced open and a light was shined into it. She yelped in surprise and flinched away from it. The paramedic jumped as well.
"Oh, thank god. She's alright...." The detective pulled a black beanie from his bald head and wiped his brow. "My god, girl, you had me worried sick. I specifically told you to stay out of Rosswood Park, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked sternly, an angry tinge clung to his words like a worried father's.
Dianne didn't reply, only laid her back against the tree behind her. Her whole body ached from the cold. Her lips were cracked painfully.
"It looks like she's been out here for a while... She has frostbite at the tips of her extremities and across the side of her face where she must have been laying on a cold surface... Detective, I thi
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Morning came with no news from the search team. Dianne couldn't help but feel overcome by grief. If Earl were alive, he would have returned to his home by now. A pang of guilt shot through her. He was a good man. He could be a damn ignorant racist at times, but he took care if his family and neighbors. She sat at her kitchen table staring blankly at the cracked glass of water left from the night before. Her eyes moved over to Sam's bowl on the kitchen floor. It still had a decent amount of food left in it. He could still be alive... Just lost... Even then, there wasn't much chance if him returning to her.
Her cheeks were still red from crying the night before, the dry tear ducts had given all they could. She closed her eyes and laid her head in her folded arms on the table. She could hear Earl's wife next door yelling at the mortuary assistant to leave, insisting her husband was still alive. Dianne wasn't as hopeful... Rosswood park was big, but not colossal. T
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