Saturday, February 12, 2011

What happened.

Where to begin?

A lot has happened over the last few days. I'm sorry I made you all worry- I didn't mean to, I just didn't have time to respond or get on. I guess I'll start from the restaurant since I wasn't making that much sense (but I'll summarize it only briefly).

I went to the restaurant to check it out and see if there was anything obvious- I even bribed the teenagers working to let me have at least ten minutes in the back without them bothering me. It's amazing how far a few dollars can take you. When I stepped into the employee area, Elijah caught me off guard. He must have been waiting...somehow- I don't know. It doesn't make sense to me either, but he was there and he was spouting all of this gibberish about how he had failed the first time and so he was to make sure I received the next clue. He had sewn the mailbox number under his skin. Oh God, I know he's a nurse and could figure out the least painful way to do this, but it still had to hurt so bad! And then he told me that I had to kill him and open him up. Well, I was a tiny bit smarter this time around and had put a broken brick into my purse. I swung it at him mid sentence and caught him in the head. It knocked him out and after I dragged him outside to the dumpster I rummaged around in his pockets for something sharp.

At the the time I could only think that I was doing this for Cynthia, that it was okay that I was about to cut an innocent man open because it was all for my daughter. Anything for her, right? He had a knife on his person and I had to cut through the stitches as carefully as I could, peel back the skin and reach inside him to fish the piece out. I was expecting something to break open at any second- I don't know how I managed it, but it was probably because it wasn't wormed in between anything. It was more on the surface. There was blood can't do something like that without getting messy. And I was so afraid that he was going to bleed out- I didn't want to kill him. So I took his shirt off and tied it around the wound as best as I could and tried to get him into a position where it would slow the blood. Afterwords I ran back to my car and typed up that message. I was a wreck, and I probably shouldn't have taken off right after because I nearly crashed the car a few times.

I drove to the man's house. It was located in the middle of the woods. It was an incredibly stupid idea that nearly got me killed.

Initially I went into the house. More graffiti had been added over the years, but I could still pick out the words my friends and I had written on the walls. At this point I honestly wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, or if someone was going to show up. That was when I heard her calling for me from out in the woods. My baby...she was alive. I ended up trying to follow her voice and wandered around lost in the forest for who knows how long. Eventually she stopped calling for me and I kept trekking forwards. I came upon a picture in one of the many mud puddles of my husband and I's wedding day. We looked so happy...

When I leaned down to pick it up, this scarred man (I didn't get a good enough look when I was running away, but he had this brutal wound around one of his eyes) came up behind me and tried to hold my face under the muddy water. I panicked and managed to elbow him enough to break free and sprint in a random direction. Unfortunately I wasn't even wearing the proper clothing- I had dressed for the restaurant not a hike, and so I was running around in a skirt and flats. The scarred man chased me, made me even more scared than I already was, but eventually he vanished just like her voice. And I realized that no matter how long I ran towards the tree line, I never got any closer to getting out of the woods. This thing essentially had me running in circles, and I wore myself out.

I don't know how long it took me to finally stop stumbling around blindly, but when I did I curled up into a ball and huddled under a large tree. I was so so scared, lost, sore, hungry, and lonely. I think I started crying at some point, and I had, for some reason, not dropped the picture during all of this. Instead I clutched it close and refused to let go. I sat there as the sun went down and darkness settled. It was really then that I realized how stupid I had been running into this head first without proper guidance or planning. I was trapped in the woods alone, and he wasn't letting me leave.

That was when Cynthia stepped out from behind a tree. My lurched when I saw her, and I was flooded with relief, joy at seeing my daughter after so long, and even though I hate to say it, a smidgen of fear at what might happen. I was right to be hesitant. She...she told me to look at my watch. The hands had somehow jammed, and they were stuck at 11:11. Then she told me to make a wish. And she had this smile on her face, like it was the greatest thing in the world and then I realized she didn't step out from behind a tree. It was him. He was just standing there and, I assume now, watching me with that blank face...his goddamn face...that's the worst part. There's nothing there. It's just smooth and that's why it's so terrifying. You don't know what it's thinking, and if it feels, what it's feeling. It's like the feeling of dread you get whenever you're about to get results back and you aren't sure if they'll be good or bad. The coin could land on either side and you'll never know until he makes his move.

I actually started screaming for help at this point. My throat was raw from crying and breathing so harshly, but I just...screamed and screamed for someone, anyone to find me and help me because, God, I didn't want to die. Cynthia just kept smiling and she took a step back towards him, gesturing for me to follow her. I think she said something along the lines of, “Now we're a happy family.” And...I actually stood up and started to follow her. At this point I thought there was no way out of this, that it was over and I might as well end things. I know you all will probably be upset about this, but it's all I could think at the time.

And then all I hear is, “Get away from my goddamn wife!”.



That...insufferable jackass he just...out of no where...he football tackled me-knocked my head into a tree or something I wager because everything went black at this point.

Ha. Haha. I mean, really? Of all things that could have happened, of all the people who could've saved me it was him. My husband. Anthony Delmont.

Let me just finish before I begin to rant- I woke up in a motel room. It was mine, so I'm guessing he looked through my pockets and found my key. He also managed to find the car keys as well, because it's still with me and in one piece. When I saw him...well, to be frank, I thought he was a proxie and tried to beat him over the head with the motel lamp. But as soon as he started was him. My Anthony. He sounded as grumpy as ever, haha...

And get this, he didn't cheat on me. Oh yes, we had a nice long chat about what happened to him during those ten/eleven years. No, there was no woman he ran off with (though he did look vaguely uncomfortable when I asked him if he'd been with anyone during the time he was gone, I can only guess what that means) but it was because of Slenderman that he left. Apparently he saw him during the year we were married and after I had Cynthia he was afraid that we'd be pulled into his mess too and split. Hah. That did so much.

He more or less kept me hostage to the room, and honestly I didn't want to go outside for a while. I was scared I would see him now that I had had my first encounter with him face to no-face. But that man...he just annoys me so much! I couldn't take it! I don't know how you people put up with him! Yes, you heard me right, apparently he has his own blog and he's friends, or acquaintances or, hell, even arch enemies for all I care with some of you. Said he'd been keeping track of me through Ava and yet he couldn't say a goddamn word to me to tell me he was okay.

Tony. That's what he goes by, I believe. I don't know if you all recognize this, and honestly I don't care. My ex-husband is a jerk, and that's all I need to know., I actually did knock him out. He kept saying I couldn't run off on my own because it was too dangerous, and while I agree, I'm not about to suddenly let him back into my life, just like that. So the brick came in handy again and I left him on the bed (which he doesn't deserve) and took off.

Tony, if you're reading this, honey, leave me alone. I don't want you in my life again. I don't care if you ran because it was good for me. I was better off without you and I'm going to keep it that way.

So, yes. That's what happened. I'm sore, I'm furious, and I'm still looking for Cynthia. I lost my chance and now I have to start again. I will find her, but next time I won't be caught off guard. Next time I will bring her back, I promise.

Take care of yourselves.



  1. *facepalms and resists the urge to hum it's a small world*

    I don't even know what to say. I'm just relieved you're all right. And as pissed as you are at him, I'm relieved that he's all right too. You know how to get in touch with me if you need to talk.

  2. Yes, I was surprised and angry to say in the least when I found out.

    I might send an e-mail your way soon because I'm very emotional right now.

  3. I hope you stay safe, and I'm glad things... weren't as bad as you thought...(?) You can always email me, too, Cathy. I'm the blogosphere therapist.

  4. well then... i guess this means.............. means i am beyond confused right now...

    glad to see you alive and well. pissed at slendy for still existing. depressed that cynthia is still not well. and unsure about how to feel about Tony doing that.

    dude, if you need someone to vent to, im all ears.

    additionally, as soon as i get my bearings, im at your disposal for helping out.

  5. Ehe...


    Uhm, sorry bout...that...I kinda clicked that the two of you were married after Cynthia..


    I'm glad to hear you're alive. So SO glad. I'm sorry about the whole Tony thing...

    But I'm not sorry to say that the miserable bastard is the closest thing I have to a best-friend and you're the closest thing I have to an older sister.

    Cynthia's alive though, which is good. And her breaks of sanity are becoming longer and more frequent. This works both ways of course.

    A) He dislikes this.
    B) He doesn't notice this.

  6. Email me if you wish to talk...

    Actually, email me anyway, I'm in America now and I'll be meeting both you and your husband sometime anyways.

  7. To Shelby- Thank you for the support. Things were...hectic, I guess is an okay word.

    To NOOC- I'm sorry that things are so confusing. My mind is still trying to wrap around everything too.
    Haha, I'm actually okay right now. I'm calming down now that I'm alone.

    To Ava- I'm guessing she made some sort of post about us being married? Or something along those lines?
    Well, I suppose this thinking is okay. I'm unsure of how exactly you can stand him, but I am happy that I'm regarded as an older sister figure. It seems our entire family can't help but find you and stick with you. And for that, I truly am sorry. Hopefully there won't be anymore surprises anytime soon.
    Oh God, does this mean that she might break free and get away?
    I'll probably e-mail you if anything big comes up that might help. And to see how that bastard is doing...maybe.

  8. Cynthia made a pretty angry post after you and Tony went radio silence on the blogs. She screamed out a few less then pleasant things and mentioned his name.

  9. Oh dear, what exactly did she say?

  10. In a nutshell, that you abandoned her for Tony, how much she hates him, and why didn't he die. And that do you love him more then her? I don't think she gets the concept that he knocked you out and took you.

  11. Dammit, this probably won't mean good things. God, why does this have to happen now? Hold on...I just need some time to think.

  12. Cyndia was screaming about an Anthony. I put 2 and 2 together.

    Hehehe. The Delmonts and the Delaneys. Sounds like a shitty sitcom.

    I'm in America now at least...The three of you are my priority...after Reach of course..

  13. And I can stand him because we're both acerbic asses's nice, having a friend that doesn't need help from me. It's like having my own sparring partner.

  14. Aw, Ava, you're so nice to me. Am I starting to see the teenage girl underneath the crazy scientist?

    By the way, /sweetheart/, what happened after you blacked out is that I had to carry you outta there and run like hell. Found your keys and then had to drive...which was interesting cause' I haven't driven in years, hehe. Found your motel through your key. I'm just fuckin' smart like that.

  15. Cathy, I want to let you know that I linked Tony to Cynthia's blog. I know your furious with him, but as her biological father it may be important to know whether or not he can see her posts. I want to know if her ability to hide the posts and comments is linked to only her family or not. The more we know about this brain messing ability that certain members of its army has, the better chance we have of finding a way to counteract it.

  16. A teenage girl has always been beneath the scientist.

    You're a jerk and I hate you, but you're also one of the only people who keeps me /sane/.

    Translates as:


  17. Hehe! I'll try not to go missing for more than a day, but when you're on the run you can't guarantee anything. You better not go missing for a long time either. The sanity goes both ways, kid.

  18. Oh please, I don't have the ability to cry anymore.

  19. You said. "Shit kid, you've got me crying here, my legs are weak."

    If it's any consolation, I cried about you too.

  20. Hehe, you caught me! Guess that's alright though. Really did think I couldn't, y'know, cry anymore. Way to prove me wrong.

  21. Har har.

    Bang goes that jerkass façade, huh?

  22. Still an ass. Cathy would agree, hehe.

  23. To Kay- I am furious at that man. I get angry even thinking about him, but I can't blame you for telling him. Was he able to see Cynthia's blog?

    To the dolt- Quit commenting on my blog you twit.

    To Ava- I hope you're doing okay, Avalesca. I'm unsure of what to say knowing your circumstances...but I'm here for you.

  24. A wish at the eleventh hour, eh?

    It must be a sign of mercy on Cynthia, or Toothpick's part.

  25. My door's open to you whenever you get here.

  26. To Liam- Is there something significant about eleven?

    To Thage- I'm leaving soon. I should reach you sometime tonight.

  27. @Cathy about eleven

    Cynthia's blog is called the eleventh hour.

    also: she will be with redlight tomorrow when he is meeting ava (or at least i assume due to her latest blog post)