Slenderman,  that's was what made her leave in the first place and now she was on  the streets and it seemed peaceful, Hoso had not seen the Slenderman for  a long time now. Then why was she still wandering these streets? It  started so slowly to snow, winter in summer how odd, she darted out her tongue tasting the snow, since 2010 things had been happening, things  that were out of her control.
November 12, 2010  she introduced herself to the world as a young song 'writer' and she  wanted it to be a place in which she could show the world her  beautiful melody's, and she did, and everyone loved them.
She  recalled her first song, dedicated to Zeke a slenderbloger, she did not  believe in the slenderman at first but everyone loved it and so she  kept uploading more of her beautiful songs. 
'I'm just glad to know I'm making something that people care about.'
She  opened her eyes at the noise of an oncoming truck and realized she had  wandered into the road by accident and quickly moved out, the snow had  become a bit thicker, she still found it odd, snow in summer....but she  didn't complain and tied her scarf tighter around her neck.
Where  was she anyways? Hoso was unsure yet she knew it felt no where like  home, could it be possible she was happier and more relaxed here? The  thought excited and frightened her at the same time.
She remembered the note, 嘘つきはだれ? 'Who's the Liar?'  Could this all be a really bad dream? Was it wrong of her to have  wanted to see slenderman in the first place? She remembered wishing  everyone a Merry Christmas, what a lovely time.
Yet  she told everyone to stop listing to her stupid excuses for music, yet  no one listened instead they told her the truth 'we love your work'.  She remembered that she thanked them, depression was a part of her life  and they wanted to be there to help.
'Could I still be a child at heart?' Hoso  wondered this again as she saw the snow start to really pile up under  her feet, ah it was so cold as it brushed against her bare legs, if only  she had brought a sled, why was it snowing so hard today anyways? She  kept walking through it as if reaching for something better.
The  first time she had seen Slenderman she remembered it being just as  bitterly cold as it was right now, she remember how wrong that moment  felt HE shouldn't exist, that HE shouldn't be there and yet he was. Yes she remembered that moment almost as if it had only happened hours ago. 
Hoso  opened her eyes and stared into the white sky, according to her Ipod  her music was still playing..even so had she had been ignoring it for  the past hour? Impossible. For a moment she believed her piece of  digital technology was lying she closed her eyes instead trying to  remember the rest of her story. 
The girl, that  smile, her face, that mask, how when she first saw her it was snowing  and that streetlight. Hoso opened her eyes softly to stare up at the  streetlights how were these any different...maybe...maybe it  was because the masked girl wasn't there standing under them watching  her, those words 'worthless' 'can you hear them laughing at you'  'pathetic', She remembered how she had freaked out and killed her, she  didn't regret that, could she have possibly regretted not doing it  sooner?
Now she wondered if she could write  anymore, she stopped and for a second the world stopped with her, tears  drifted into the white pile that had collected at her feet. She would  have asked the world, could they respond? Would they respond? There was  no answer, instead the world sped up passing her and leaving her behind.
There  was no more music, for some reason even though she had stopped thinking  about everything that had happened she couldn't hear her music, her  music where was it?
'Call me stupid, but as long as I have my music, I feel like I can do anything.'
Her own words echoed in her head, but now she didn't even believe those. If she didn't have her music could she do anything?
The  world she knew, all the color's and shapes turned white like and empty  sheet of paper, it turned silent everything she knew was gone, she fell  onto her knees all her songs, all her written words, if she left would  she be remembered?
She couldn't tell the difference anymore...was this a new start or was someone burning whatever she had left?
A  light dimly shone in the distance, a soft enchanting melody, it was  calling to her lifting herself from the ground she decided no matter  what now she would have to start doing something to make herself  remembered.
"..I am..." slowly she took a  breath the air was warm again, the snow that had been falling seconds  ago was melted and she took small meaningful steps towards that light.
"..I  am going to continue on.." her skirt waved behind her softly as a warm  breeze blew caressing her hair and scarf she could once again hear her  music playing. Her music, not the kind that blasted on the radio's or  the kind that was massed produced it was her music  the wonderfully unique sound that gave people the strength to go on.
"As long as I have my music. I can do anything"
"I am Hosozukuri"
 
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ReplyDeleteI'm glad to see you came back Hosozukuri.
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