Yesterday, I went to see that psychiatrist again. I thanked him for the pills he gave me, told them they were a big help. He just looked at me with this confused, concerned look on his face and said: "I never gave you any pills."
When I got home I flushed all the pills down the toilet. Then I lay in bed, trying to push everything out of my mind. It wasn't easy. The Slender Man was outside my window again. Watching me.
My hands are shaking, and I keep seeing things. I think I'm going into withdrawal.