midnight-stiches

[midnight-stiches]

Midnight Stitches

{S} was a 'normal' kid she was born with black hair and skin was as pale as snow her beautiful icy blue eyes seemed to almost have a glow to them. She was tall for her age, are the age of 15 she was already 5'9. Her mom thought she couldn't get any taller. As for her dad, he didn't care. Not as long as she didn't get in his way. {S} grew to be 6'6. Her dad took notice and he told her, "Why can't you be a 'normal' height for a 'FEMALE'? Why do you have to be so freakishly tall?

She was now 18 and Her father had had enough of her and wanted to set it straight. He wanted her gone.

She was just sitting in her room minding her business and he came in knife in hand and told her, "Shall I or will you?" She looked at him confused and as she took notice of his knife she now knew what he meant. His question was plain and simple, should I kill you? Or would you kill yourself? She shook as he stepped closer. "Now, now need to be scared, my little 'princess' dad will read you a bedtime story. Her father smirked. She stood up close to her father's height. "Wrong action sweetie." As she was about to ask why he quickly grabbed her neck. "Now how should it be? Quick and painless? Or slow and miserable?" "Shall I tear you up like a piece of meat? Oh we'll see.

(⚠️!!GORE WARNING!!!⚠️)

He pinned her down and calmly said, "Now we would want any begging now would we?" Her eyes grew as tears began to make their way down her face. He forcefully opened her mouth cut off her tough, blood dripping down and out of her mouth. He closed her mouth swollen and covered in blood. Then he set the knife's blade on her chest. As the blood went through her dress. she began to feel woozy and lightheaded. She looked at him her eyes fading and looking dull. He then he began to cut her feet off. She almost faded from the blood loss. He tapped her forehead and then told her, "Goodnight." Then pushed the blade against her neck.

(Gore ends here!)

A scream was heard after he stood. He turned to see his wife horrified. She had walked in on her husband murdering their only child.

Skip to {S}---

She woke up in a dark room knowing she was dead made her uneasy. She knew her father hated her but she didn't know that much.

She swore to protect whomever came across her and make sure to also make sure they had no problems if they did she'd have to take care of them for her.

Bri was 6, she loved to spend time with those whom she loved. Her family was small her being the only child she quite liked it like that. One day Bri was making sure all the rocks weren't on the porch, and she heard someone or something behind her. Getting a little frightened she stood still processing on what to do.

She finally turned around and say a girl. The girl's mouth had been sewn shut and her hair covering her eyes. She had short messy black hair that faded to a dark gray to a slightly lighter grey. She wore a long dress that went passed her feet. And she had her hand behind her back. Her whole mouth sewn shut into a smile. Not one of those big over the top creepy smiles. It was one that made you look friendly if someone was passing by. Her dress being mostly black with grey looked of a older fashion. And it had a slight turtleneck that only went past to her mid-neck. She was much taller then Bri.

Feeling a bit uneasy by who this stranger was and why she was on her porch. H-hello. Bri said as the uneasy feeling worsened and she began to feel nauseous. W-who, what are you? Bri asked nervously. I'm {S} and I'm her to help you. {S} replied calmly. S-so you aren't h-here to kill me? Bri asked carefully. W-why? You look like I shouldn't trust you. Bri states feeling slightly confused. Shh ,if you question it something might happen to you. {S} says unamused. Bri gives her a confused look.

Skip to 7 years later. {S} was sitting on a chair reading, and Bri comes in {S} looks up from the book and under her bangs raises a brow. What's wrong Bri {S} asks. Then looks back down at the book. A classmate told me to swallow some bleach. Bri told her. And they also told me 'Also to pour it over myself and maybe it'll clean up how I look. Bri said about to cry. It sounded worse in her head then out loud to {S}.

All {S} could think was, Now I know why they usually have a stereotype of girls being overly sensitive. I mean it's not all the time someone tells you to drink bleach or pour it over yourself. Why bleach though?

{S} mentality question humanity. Okay look Bri I'll take care of it okay? {S} told her. Okay. Bri replies. Go to bed it's Ten pm, it's past your bedtime. {S} told her glancing as the clock.

It was Midnight and she told herself, I promised I'd protect whom ever I befriended did I? I just can't believe the first one is this stupid. She found the person's house and went to their bedroom and quickly uncovered her eyes removing the stitchings and opening her blue eyes now faded to more of a grayish blue. And looked down at the kid sleeping. Then took a breath and removed the stitches from her mouth not opening it at all. Then she lightly tapped the kid to see how light of a sleeper they where. She took the sewing kit out and quickly stitched the kids mouth and eyes closed drawing blood from the small holes the needle poked in the skin. When she was done she turned in invisible to where the kid couldn't see her. The kid was waking up. As they sat up they couldn't help but notice how they couldn't open their eyes, or mouth as a matter of fact. She whispered "Shh keep quiet. You'll wake your parents." The kid looking like they where going to pee themselves, and shook in bed. She went back to check on Bri. She was sleeping soundly not knowing what her friend had just done. {S} places her hand on Bri's head patting it slightly. She got the feeling something was going to happen.

It was a Saturday, the sun shining down brightly. Bri, her father and {S} were all in the car, Hey {S} what's your real name? Bri asked her. About to answer but her feeling returned a feeling of dread. She looked out the front window as everything slowed down, she grabbed Bri and put herself in front of Bri holding on as tightly as she could. It wasn't enough though. She opened her eyes her mouth sewn shut again, her eyes weren't. She looked down still holding Bri. Bri terribly beaten from the crash she moved Bri from the car and sat her on the ground. Trying to stop the bleeding she remembered something. She grabbed the needle and quickly stitched all the wounds closed but to no avail. She had died not long after. Her dad was also dead from the crash. The car hit a truck, not a way they'd live from that. She looked from a way to call 911 and called. She sat there holding Bri until the ambulance arrived.

3 weeks after the accident. {S} was hovering over Bri's gravestone. Bri Miami Overington ~January 19th 1978~ to June 6th 1985~ She couldn't think of a way to revenge her. She remembered the question Bri had asked her. Sara, is my name. She told the gravestone as she sat her hand on it. A idea stuck in her mind. A twisted, sick idea. She disappeared to a random house.

It was Midnight. As she whispered to the kid Shh, screaming will only make it worse. She put her hand over the kids mouth to stop any screaming. She sewed the kid's mouth shut. You'll give me a headache, So be quiet. She told the kid. The kid was crying she turned the kid to face her staring as the kid face to face. Her dead, cold eyes staring into the kids scared,bright eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, once she did blood poured out. Making it look like she'd had her mouth filling with blood for hours on end. Skin slightly breaking from her mouth being closed for so long and small amounts of blood coming from the holes under and above her eyes. "You've seen, you've screamed and now your left completely unable to do anything. So hush now, you've given me a headache."

They've said if you hear a click in you room at night, don't move, don't make a sound. She might just leave you alone.... But most importantly, don't look into her eyes....

A/N

Hey! I hope you enjoyed this short story! It's bad I know but I tried to be at least a little scary. I guess you could say I got a little inspiration from Laughing Jack's and Laughing Jill's story. I'm not quite sure though. But any who it did take me a little while to find out how to end this off, but I think I did okay. Oh well who knows.

(For any questions you may or may not have....)

-Is Sara {S}'s real name?... yes.

-Is {S} a ghost?.... Yes.

-Does {S} only go after kids?.... No.

-Is {S} real?.... No, {S} is a fictional character I made up for a scary(ish) story.

-How old is {S} and Bri?.... {S} is 18 years old. And Bri was/is 13.

-What's {S} favorite food?.... Nothing she doesn't eat.

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Okay if you have any questions I will or will try to answer them! Anyway, bye!