Adopted By Creepypasta

CHAPTER 17

I was back to my painless way and never crying. Blah blah blah, if I never burned the orphanage, I'd probably have to see a psychiatrist or go to an insane asylum... Hm, but if you experience it long enough, you'd actually want to feel pain.

I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes. I was trying to remember what pain felt like or sadness. How did it feel when I cried? Why did I panic in the coffin? Huh, what was I feeling? I forgot what confusion actually felt like? Ugh... I'm think I'm losing my emotions.

I actually opened my eyes to see that I was in my room. It was actually... Clean? What? I never ever cleaned it.

Oh yeah...

I went in my closet and got a gap shirt with some skinny jeans which were no longer skinny jeans for me.

I had lost a lot of weight. Maybe that's why I felt so weak. When could I kill again?

I looked at my arms and legs before I put my clothes on. Oh crap, I had scars almost everywhere.

I put on the shirt and the pants and went out my room with my hands in my pockets.

It was... Morning or evening? I walked downstairs and realized it was morning because I saw breakfast.

"Hey, Kaya! We thought that you'd sleep all day!" Sally said enthusiastically as I sat at the table. I did a fake smile and waved.

I sat at the table and began eating only, so I could gain my weight back. I couldn't taste it at all.

I finished and walked away void of all emotion, not saying goodbye to anyone... What was wrong with me?

Chrystal's <gonna call them kitpups> ran towards me and began purring and jumping all over me. I twirled around away from them and continued walking.

"Kaya, are you okay?" Slenderman's caring voice came from behind me. "It depends on your definition of okay. In pain wise, I feel none. In emotion wise, I feel none. Would that be okay or not okay?" I asked then fell down onto the couch.

I was barely breathing at all. I imagined sitting back at the coffin. Was I emotionless now?

I scratched my completely messed up braids. Isn't this exactly what Slenderman warned me about?

I had emotions, but I didn't know where. I was just void at the moment. Just void. After all, everyone has emotions locked up somewhere in the secluded parts of their mind. I opened my eyes. "Kaya, Sally said you're still dead." He told me.

Okay, remember when I said everyone had emotions. That hurt so badly. Ugh, why did I have to meet them in the first place? They wouldn't be so sad or quiet if I died. They wouldn't even care.

I began laughing when I remembered my first time meeting Smile and Jeff. I had freaked over a talking dog. I remembered how Sally had made me jump out of my skin because she screamed so much. Also, how Jeff randomly pulled up my sleeves in Slenderman's study, and I almost killed him.

I used to be so happy back then, didn't I?

I began laughing. Ben used to be so... Weird. He used to play games so much more. Jeff had been a lot more childlike. Sally had been a lot more active, and Chrystal would be shy and hide from everyone.

"I remember when I first met all of you. I should have warned you guys about my Dad before I stayed. You guys would be a lot better off without me." I said. "Kaya, understand something. When Jeff first came, he was thirteen. He was a huge trouble. Jane kept coming after him until he killed her. Everyone has trouble with someone. We thought Jeff died in a burning building, and everyone got sad. Don't think that way, okay." He said.

I froze up. Jane... What a familiar name.

I grinned and leaned back against the couch and yawned. "Where's my dumb Stepdad anyway?" I asked. "We don't know pacifically. He's in the Over Realm acting as if he was just getting found by the police. He's starting a search party for you even though he thinks you're dead." Slenderman said.

Agh, now. "Freaking publicity." I mumbled. Ugh, now that they mention my Dad, my emotions return. I grained without realizing it.

"Hm... What's it like having a childhood?" I asked curiously. He was silent. "I don't know. I don't remember mine." He said.

I turned away from him, so he couldn't see my eyes turn red. He was lying, but I guess lying is what keeps everything together.

After all, I am certainly the master of lying. I sighed and turned towards him.

"Yours was nice wasn't it?" I asked him. He nodded. I sighed. I never actually thought about when I was nine or younger. I preferred not to. I practically grew up t age three or four.

I sighed and buried my knees into my chest. "I am such a jerk." I said out loud.

"Why is that?" He asked. "Because I can't tell right from wrong, and I seem to always do wrong. Other than the fact that I live with a family with killers. I have a horrid conscious." I said. He chuckled. "Well, you grew up in an orphanage full of people with who were worse than us. You also spent more than three years with an abusive Father. You were bullied at school."

Oh yeah, I guess I was just... Misguided. Then I thought about something. "What's the date and month?" I asked.

"April seventh. Why?" He asked.

Guess what. My birthday was in six days.

On April Thirteen which is a Friday.

"It's gonna be your birthday!" He said surprised. Oh yeah, I accidentally had my thoughts opened.

Oh, wow, how excellent... Not.

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