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Midnight's Origins

Annabeth jolted up, her eyes flying open in fright and surprise. She looked around frantically. She was in her room again. Everything was okay now. She calmed down as she laid her head back on to the soft pillow. But everytime she closed her eyes she remembered the nightmare. Unable to sleep she grabbed her two stuffed animals and walked out of her room. She stood at her mothers doorway for a while until her mother looked up and said "Aw, Whats wrong? Have a nightmare?". Annabeth nodded. She was only 13 and the nightmares would torment her. She crawled into bed next to her mom. Her mom tried her best to comfort her but she couldn't do much to help. She had been having constant nightmares and they where ripping her mental stability apart into pieces. She put on a fake smile to assure her mother she was okay, but she wasn't. She laid down trying to sleep but her eyes just couldn't shut. It was only midnight and she had to wake up at 7:00 o'clock. It was boring just to lay there for 5 hours with only your thoughts to entertain you. She was used to it though, she had been staying up night after night. When the sun finally rose she didn't waste any time getting out of bed. She was sleepy and tired but she had school so she couldn't complain. Throwing on some cloths she rushed out the door to the bus. Her stop of was second stop so she was picked up quickly. The next top one of her few friends got on and sat in the seat across from her. She only had two friends. She was bullied because of a disorder. She would have conversations with herself and she would talk to air and mumble a lot. Also she would be "spaced out" a lot. She turned to her friend and smiled "Hi!". They had known eachother for two years now and he was her best friend. "H-hi" he said. He stuttered because of a disorder which made him kind of jumpy or something she didn't really know of. Today he looked more gloomy then usual. "You ok?" she asked. He shook his head and finally said "this is my last day". Annabeth's eyes widened "w-what?" she said disblievingly. "My parents said i'm getting bullied to much so they are homeschooling me". She didn't speak. She couldn't speak. She hated school. All the bullies that tortured her. But he was the only one who made her actually want to come to school. She only came to see him and talk to him since they had so much in common. She wouldn't speak for the rest of the day. She wasn't looking forward to going home either. Her father was coming home from a buisness trip, and she hated her father. He was abusive to both her and her mother. Her mom couldn't protect her and she couldn't protect herself either. The last bell rung and Annabeth got onto the bus. She opened the front foor and walked inside. "Hello Annabeth" said her mother kindly. The next thirty minutes where a blur. Just meaningless chit chat. Until her mother questioned her father and the abuse start. Screaming "what did you say!" over and over as her beat her. Annabeth cowarded in the corner crying watching her mother get beat. Then...her father turned to her. He said something but it was like it was muffled by anger or didn't come out properly. She woke up the next day. She had been beaten till she blacked out. She couldn't take this much longer.

Abuse. Bullying. These continued for three long years that to Annabeth felt like centuries. Her friend wasn't there to help her threw it anymore. She had never forgotten him. She would cry most night wanting him to come back, wanting him to save her and help her. But he never came back. She wasn't mad at him. After all it was his parents fault for homeschooling him where she couldn't see him. She had just turned 16 a month ago but it wasn't like it mattered. She had still had the nightmares. They never ended. But she was no longer phased by them at all. She would watch what her worst fears where with a emotionless face. Her sanity had broken. Her so called "nightmares" would be bloody deaths most of the time. Before long she started to giggle at the nightmares. Watching the murder of many happen infront of her made her laugh. She had a dark sense of humor. It scared the kids in her high school. One day her father was beating her, and something in her brain broke. Her mental stability was of course and her sanity was gone. She ran away that night. Sneaking out the screen door on the porch she fled into the woods. She checked her phone for the time. Midnight. She ran deep into the forest. She stopped to catch her breath and then she relized, she was lost. She spun around looking in all directions but everything was just endless trees. She had no food and no water, she'd be dead in three days. She began to panic. Having a anxiety attack, she tried to calm down. She looked around frantically until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around to see a tall man. She didn't dare look up at him she was to frightened. His voice was barely a whisper but he said "how do you take the abuse for so long? How did you suffer? make others suffer the same way". She felt her shoulder burn. Then the man was gone. Something red was glowing making her able to see a bit better in the darkness. She looked around to see where is came from. The light would follow with her movement. She then relized...it was her eyes. Some loose strands from her pigtails fell in her eyes. She was shocked to see it wasn't it's normal blonde color. It was white. She thought back to what the man said. "How did you suffer? make others suffer the same way..." she said repeting his words. She could only think of one thing...the nightmares. How would she give people nightmares?She thought the man had something to do with her eyes. So maybe it was possible. Nothing could describe her desire to give her father nightmares. To watch him become insane. For him to die. She smiled and started to giggle. She started to walk almost as if she suddenly knew where she was and how to get out. She emerged from the forest and walked towards her house. She looked threw her fathers bedroom window. She smiled and started to think. Thinking about the world she always went to in her nightmares. The dark trees, the black grass, the gray water and skies. And suddenly she opened her eyes...and she was their. She looked across the gray stream infront of her. Her father stood wide eyed looking at her. She tilted her head and giggled. She walked off knowing he was going to follow. She led him to a clearing and disappeared. She was still there though. Watching him watch as his worst fears and the scariest moments in his life unfolded infront of him in one nightmare. He would wake up every night at midnight and not be able to sleep again for that night. He became more crazy night after night. Until after about a week he grabbed him gun and shot himself in the head. Annabeth was pleased with her work and her abilities. She walked over to her fathers corpse and stared at it smiling. She no longer was human. She no longer was Annabeth. She was a Midnight Nightmare that caused death,pain,and insanity...and she was happy about that. She tilted her head giggling. She smiled wider at her fathers body as blood pooled around her feet. She remembered her mothers words and said in a eerie voice "Aw, Whats wrong? Have a nightmare?". She wasn't satisfied with just her father. But she didn't know what she could do with her abilities to full extent. She walked away from her house. Back into the forest to find the tall man.

(I know becoming a proxy is a cliche but I really wanted her to become one just because she thinks of slender as a father figure since her dad was abusive she never truley had anyone to be a father and slenderman is the closest thing she can get to it. Also she is not a little girl creepypasta. She is youthful but she is 16 years old so she isn't like 8) 