Never Gonna Run Around and Desert You

 

I have a dilemma now.

I’m a servant of the Slender Man.  Well, kind of.  Not really.  Hyde is.  But which persona serves him is kind of moot at this point.  The point is, I can’t trust myself anymore.  I don’t know if I can trust myself to give you good advice.  I don’t even know if I can trust myself around people.

I went out to the memorial I made for M today.  I just sat there.  I don’t know what do do.  I don’t even know what to fucking do.  What would M have done?  He would have run.  He would have taken off right then and there to protect the people around him.

But I’m not M.  I’m not a runner.  And I’m not about to take off now, just because I’m worried.  He wants to get me alone.  It’s not safe alone.  As soon as I go on the run, he’ll pick me of while I’m helpless.  Even if I can outrun him somehow, like M did…well, there’s a part of me that will keep me from running as hard as I can.  A part of me that will wonder if it’s really worth running.  If he’s really all that bad.

A part of me that will try to turn back.

So I’m not running.  Maybe it’s because I’m too brave to run.  Maybe it’s because I’m too much of a coward.  Either way, I’m staying here.

I really, really hope this is the right choice.

Jekyll.