Did you guys notice I have a title now? Apparently I'm a batman villain now, and unsurprisingly I'm kind of o.k. with this.
Well I was, but after this week, I'm pretty much sick of all of this. You think I would have been able to hold this off a bit longer, but no, I'm clearly not the only one playing this game, and apparently I'm not even the only one cheating. You know what, that's not even fair, I've probably had a better week than any of you, possibly excluding some of the proxies in the audience, but I really don't care all that much. Because this is the week I betrayed a friend. It's not like I didn't see this coming, like I haven't spent this time mentally preparing myself for when I had to make this choice. But then it's not like I ever really had a choice, is it? Do or die isn't much of a choice, really.
So yes, my good friend the Slender Man payed a visit to Elizabeth this week. How do I know this, you might ask yourself, well I know it because he payed me a visit shortly prior, good friend that he is, to let me know he wanted a "favor." Obviously I'm paraphrasing. He wanted me to introduce him to Elizabeth, or rather, he wanted me to help set the mood. I didn't exactly have the necessary cards to say no. Both of us know there is a line, a constantly shifting, moving, unseen line that he can't cross and another equally unstable line that I won't cross. The day either line is broken one of us gets hurt... and I get killed. I don't know exactly where either line is, but that wasn't it, so I agreed to his suggestion.
So Saturday I broke into Elizabeth's apartment.
That's not true, I ransacked her apartment, I flipped furniture, I destroyed her television, I stole her computer, I emptied her trash all over the floor, I made sure the place was a complete wreck. My final touch was to add an operator's symbol to her mirror in blood. This is a point where having a school with a good biology department is a mixed blessing. I made sure that no one saw me entering or exiting from the apartment, and I made sure to stop by the security room and destroy all of the recordings from that day. Fortunately not many people stay on campus during the weekend here, so I didn't have to worry too much.
After that I returned to my dorm and waited. I just sat on my floor and waited for what was going to come, I might have passed out at some point, but I honestly don't remember either falling asleep or waking up at any point in all that time, so maybe I didn't. maybe I've been awake for almost 48 hours now. I'm going to sleep after I finish typing this. It was around two in the afternoon when what I was waiting for happened: Elizabeth called.
She had just gotten back from visiting her parents for the weekend, I can only imagine what went through her head when she opened the door to her apartment and found the chaos waiting for her. The chaos I had left for her to find. She called me before she called the police. Is that ironic or just sad? I ran there to make sure I arrived before the campus police did, the ones I told Elizabeth to call. I found her in the apartment's parking lot, waiting for me. She was holding herself and shivering, even though it was probably the warmest day in a month. I don't even remember what I said, but somehow I calmed her down as quickly as I could, and I got her to tell me what was wrong. When she told me someone had broken into her apartment I rushed up there as quickly as I could, telling here to stay behind. She didn't, just like I knew she wouldn't, but when we got to the door and I went inside she waited outside, just like I knew she would. I should have made a mistake, I should have thought up a worse plan, but I didn't, I knew exactly what I was supposed to do and I did it.
I made a big show of flipping over the furniture, burying through piles trash, and looking in ransacked cabinets. I made sure to put my hands as many places as I could, to leave as much of a mark behind as possible. To contaminate the crime scene. I found a wrench where I had left it in my original mess, under the last piece of furniture in the room. I picked it up and held over my shoulder like a bat and moved towards the bedroom door. Elizabeth called after me nervously, asking what I was doing. It wasn't difficult to make my voice nervous and uncertain, it may of been for different reasons than she believed, but I was barely holding myself together at that point. Have you ever had to destroy the very sense of security and peace of someone you cared about, then had walk through the shattered bits of their happiness while trying to convince them you're just helping? It isn't easy. But I told her I was going to look in her room to make sure whoever did this was gone, and I said it with a straight face.
I didn't have to do as much to her room, after I opened the Elizabeth couldn't see me any longer. Still, I made a point to move the bed and open the closet, just to make it clear that I had examined the room. However I tried to avoid wasting any more time than I could afford, in my mind I could see the campus police pulling into the parking lot, and preparing to take control of the situation, the real police right behind them. I exited the bedroom and moved to the bathroom, making sure to gasp loudly enough for Elizabeth to hear. I heard my name called from the doorway, then the voice of a man asking what was going on. I quickly touched the blood on the mirror, completing my claim that any evidence of my involvement happened after the crime. The blood was mostly dry, but I still managed to get enough on my hand for what I needed before the campus police officer came and piratically dragged me out of the apartment.
After we got outside he turned to say something, and stepped back after noticing my eyes; for a brief moment I was acutely aware of how easily I could have pushed him over the second floor balcony. But he recovered and proceeded to ask what I was doing in the apartment and give me a lecture about disturbing a crime scene and going into a potentially dangerous situation that lasted until the real police showed up and took over. Elizabeth and I both had to answer several questions before we were allowed to leave, and by that time Elizabeth was even more uneasy and scared. This was the plan, she had to be as vulnerable as possible, she needed to be scared and confused and hopeless, and I needed to be there to save her.
So I suggested we go somewhere to calm her down.
I suggested the campus nature trail.
I walked one of my only friends into a trap I had meticiously laid out for her, and I did it knowing full well I would have to watch her lose every shred of hope drained from her eyes, and I did knowing that I would be lieing to her and pretending I was really helping her all the while, and I did it anyways.
Because the nature trail was where it happened.
That's where the Slender Man made his move.
I saw him standing off behind the trees, and I saw her see him. I watched the color drain from my friends face, I felt her grab my shirt. I heard the fear in her voice as she asked if I saw what she saw, as she asked if the monster she only knew from a fictional series on youtube was really standing there, watching her. That's when I did the most despicable thing I did that entire day: I smiled. I gave Elizabeth the calmest, most reassuring smile I could manage, and I told her nothing was there. I pretended convinced her that what she was seeing was just stress or shock or anything but what she thought it was. I told her she was the only one who could she the darkness about to consume her mind.
I told her she was alone.
I took her back to my dorm, I convinced the RA to let her stay the night, and I told her to get some sleep. I got online and looked at a few things, but it wasn't even an hour before she woke up from her inevitable nightmares. We spent the night talking, neither of us slept, even though my roommate passed out long before dawn. We both saw the man in the window, I'm sure, but neither mentioned him once. We talked of life, fate, the future, hope, dreams, we spoke of these things as though we had them, we acted like they were obtainable for us, rather than just illusions that would ultimately serve to crush us even further. I even spoke like I meant them, even though I didn't.
When the sun took to the skies I left Elizabeth in my room to get some sleep, to descend further into the madness of her nightmares, and I went to class. When I got back she was gone, so I sat down and typed this up. I just betrayed a friend in the worst way possible, and I wrote it up to put on a freaking blog read by a mix of stupid victims that don't even realize what's going on, and egotistical psychopaths who live to hunt down the victims.
I can't publish this. I'm erasing this and going to sleep.
This needs to be seen.