An Less Rushed Introduction

So, Ummm, hi. I'm Azax... or at least that's what I'm calling myself. I'm finally writing in this blog, after making it like a month ago. I meet someone in the hospital yesterday, before I was discharged. His Name was Nathan. Apparently he knew me before or something. Either way, after I helped him out with a little problem. He convinced me to start posting here. Says it helps. 


So where do I start? Well I guess the beginning would be good. It all started five years ago, when I was thirteen. That's when I first saw him. The Slender Man. To tell the truth, it wasn't really that bad. All he did was stare at me. No taking me in my sleep, no killing my friends, no anything really. Until the dream that is.... 

I still remember it vividly. I was in a large field surrounded by trees and covered in flowers... Kinda cheesy now that I think about it. It was beautiful none the less. Until everything just, kinda stopped. The wind stopped, the leaves stopped swaying, it became dead silent. And then He showed up. Walking towards me, everything deteriorating as he walked. Everything turning to ash (see where I got the blog title now). I tried to run, tried to get away, but in true Slendy fashion, there was no running. He grabbed my left arm and picked me up, staring me dead in the eyes with his cold blank face. Eventually my arm started to turn to ash as well. I'm sure the rest of me would have if I didn't wake up at that point.

That's when things changed. I must of done SOMETHING to piss Him off because He started sending proxies. Well, one to start. And he was the worst. He wore one of those stupid Guy Fawkes masks (how original...) and he made my life a living hell for two years. To make matters worse, that dream did something to my left arm. And it's been very easy to hurt and/or break ever since. 

Anyway, so the Guy Fawkes jerk disappeared one day. Never showed up to bother me again. Sadly I can't say the same for the rest of the proxys. I swear every month I have to deal was some new ass-hat in a mask trying to give me hell.  This has landed me in the hospital more times than I can come up with excuses for. The worst part about it though. Is that they always call me the same name. The same damn name that first proxy gave me. 

Child of Ash.