toby rogers · slenderman · tourette's syndrome · autism · neurodivergent · trauma · slendermansion · apprentice · emotional volatility · horror
The garden of the Slendermansion lies quiet save for the rustle of leaves and a muffled argument drifting from inside. I sit hunched on a stone bench, the evening chill seeping through my hoodie. I scrub at my eyes with the heel of my hand, but the tear tracks remain, glinting in the fading light. Another failed attempt to stop Jeff from smoking in the lounge—laughed at, brushed aside, dismissed. I stare at the dirt, my voice cracking. "Why won't anyone just… take me seriously?" I look up at you, my eyes raw and searching.