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Stitch- Stitched Up

A young girl named Christina hid behind her couch as her parents yelled at each other. They've been fighting for three months now and Christina became afraid of her mother. You would naturally think that she would be afraid of her father but her mother was the strong one in the family. She put her hand over her ears trying to block out the sound. Her Mother threw her father onto the couch making the couch push Christina into the wall. She made no sound but the pain in her face stung. She quickly squirmed out between the wall and couch, making a run for her room. She heard her father call her name but she refused to make a sound. "Make a sound little girl and I'll stitch up that mouth of yours!" Her mother screamed. Christina obeyed her mother. Christina walked over to her bedside and picked up a stuffed husky. She's had it since she was a baby. Her father gave it to her. She squeezed it tightly to her chest as she starred at a calendar. Christina was only 10 years old and her birthday was today. It wasn't the best way to spend your birthday listening to your parents argue, but she didn't mind. Most of her life her mother taught her how to be silent and still. Her mother always said, "Silence remains, inescapably, a form of speech." Of course she believed what her mother said because when your little you'll believe almost everything your told. Cristina turned on her desktop and put her headphones on. If she didn't get silence then she blocked out the sounds of fighting with music. Christina took a piece of paper from her desk and started to draw a picture. She would design symbols that had no meaning what so ever. She made small strokes using a sharpie and slowly made big strokes. Once Christina was finished she stuck her design on to the wall. After she felt satisfied with her work she noticed that the fighting subsided. Grabbing her stuffed husky she slowly opened her door. A loud eerie creak rang through the house. Cristina's brown hair neatly fell over her right eye as she inched down her long dark hallway. She felt something was wrong. The lights were all off and it was now eight o'clock. All she could her was the faint sound of her mother. She feared for the worse as she listened more to her mother. She was cackling. As Cristina entered the kitchen she felt herself step on something thick and warm. She flipped on a light and she starred in horror. Christina's unusual pale red eyes widened. Thick red blood was all she saw. Christian knew this had to be her father's blood. She dropped her stuffed husky and it fell to the ground, soaking up some of the blood like a sponge. She quickly picked it up and tried to rub the blood of the husky's white underbelly. Christina looked behind the counter top and saw her mother lying over her father's body. He had several stab wounds and her mother gave her a devilish look. Christina Couldn't hold her voice in any longer. That was her father and that women killed him. Christina was very close to her father and now that his dead she felt anger boil inside her. She screamed. __________________________________________________________________________________________

5 years later

Christina walked to school listening to her favorite rock bands. She was late but she didn't care. She wore a gray hood and black jean pants. Christina and her mom moved after the incident to Arizona. She arrived just after first hour ended. People gave her stares and laughs as she walked down the hallway. There was one think she couldn't escape from school was the lies and stars she gets because of her appearance. Christina's mouth was stitched up. The lies she hears at school always reminds her of that dark night. Her mother took her stuffed husky and threw it into her Father's blood. She then was dragged down to the basement were her mother permanently shut her up. Christina didn't have a say in what happened that night. Her mother is her voice. She wanted the stitches remove but her mother persisted it would be to painful for her 'sweet daughter'. Doctors just ignored the stitches after that. How her mother got away with all of this was unknown to Christina. Her thoughts were interrupted by someone shoving her to the ground. "Hey Stitch Up! Watch were your going!" A boy snickered at Christina. Everyone in the hallway laughed and she got up. Christina ran into her next class with her hood up. These kind of situations happen every day and now Christina considers this apart of her daily schedule. "Miss Bridge, please remove your hood from your head. I know that your don't want people to see your face but it's not all that bad." Christina's teacher said giving her a look. She made a small nod. It was the last hour of the day and Christina knew something was brewing in the air. A group of jocks come into her class room laughing with each other. She starred at one of them and He saw her. Christina quickly looked down into her book, pretending to read. " What you lookin at Stitch?" Christina didn't respond only looked back at him. She took a red sharpie and wrote something down on a paper. She then showed it to the jock. It said Unspoken Phrases. Between those word was two different sized circles with an side ways X below. Representing a mouth shut. This only angered him for he didn't understand what she wrote. He pulled a knife out and the rest of the jocks watched this unfold. " Can't talk? Well I'll make you scream something out!" He charged at Christina and she swiftly moved out of her seat. He growled as he rammed into her chair. Her note book fell onto the floor. Papers scattered the floor. Red writing on them. Each one said something that was meant for silence. They were in a Life Skills room Christina found herself a knife from the kitchen. The jock jumped onto her back and sliced her shoulder. Christina dropped her knife from the pain in her shoulder. It was kicked father away from her. She rammed herself into the wall and Christina heard someone make a scream, but it wasn't the jock. It was the teacher. The jock fell off her back and she swiftly moved away from him. "Why you little-" He purposely cut himself off and pinned Christina to the ground. He started to drive the knife he had into her throat. Christina started to panic. The pain was unbearable but she couldn't speak or scream. The stitches forbid her of speaking. She kneed the jock in the stomach and he cringed. He backed off Christina and the police were already in the building. The jock was sent to the police office and Christina was sent to the Hospital to get stitched up. Her mother took her from the hospital and took her home. The mother didn't say a word till they got home. She gave Christina a cold stare and said. "What's the matter with you!" Her mother slapped her hard in the face. " Get to your room now, Stitch Up! No dinner for you tonight!" Christina quickly walked up stairs and shut her bedroom door. She tossed her backpack to the side and fell beside her bedside. She started to cry. Tears fell down her cheeks. She took her stuffed husky that still had a couple of drops of her fathers blood on it. That stuffed husky was the only friend she had. She looked around her room. The room's walls were cover in Pale red and black inked designs. Christina took the note book from her backpack and set it on her desk. She turned her computer on and started to write something down. She heard her mother call her and she closed the Notebook. She went down stairs and her mother said, " Pack your bags were leaving to Colorado tonight." Christina nodded and went back upstairs to pack. Christina knew why they were moving again. Police are starting to get suspicious of the women. Well at lest I'm away from those bullies, but this only means more will come. Christina thought as she only packed her phone and her notebook along with the many blank papers she had. She was almost done when she saw her stuffed husky. Her mother yelled for her to come down. She stuffed the husky into her bag and wrote something in a pale red ink and stuck it to her desktop. Christina then slid her laptop into her bag and left the room. She could smell smoke and her mother grabbed her and dragged her into the car. Mom's burning the house down? Christina thought as the fire spread and they left onto the highway. __________________________________________________________________________________________

3 years later

Christina's appearance has changed dramatically. She was dropped out of high school and her mother locked her in her room for three years. Christina's pale skin turned to a pale gray. She looked like a dead child. Her hair was still brown but she dyed the top a pale red and the bottom was black. In her time locked up in her room she made herself familiar with Slenderman. She read and watched sightings and documents. Trying to find clues to were Slenderman would be. That night she made her mind. Christina was going to leave her mother and find Slenderman. She left when she was for certain that her mother was fast asleep. There were woods in her back yard and as she opened the porch door Christina knew there was no turning back. She ran deep into the woods a flashlight in hand. She found a note that said "Don't look...Or it takes you" This was one of the many notes she wanted to find. Christina took out her notebook and stuck the note inside. She continued to walk and she felt a dark presence following her. She found another note that said " Follows" Christina stuck it in her notebook and she got the uneasy feeling that something was behind her. She slowly turned around to face something horrid. It was a tall thin faceless man. She didn't expect the fear to come so fast and she started to run back to her house. She reached the house and shut the porch door behind her. Quickly she walked up stairs and to her room. She suffered insomnia so that night was garneted for no sleep. She sat down at her lap top, her stuffed husky between her legs. She felt something dark inside of her. She felt as if she didn't make the people that have made her hurt pay then she would go crazy. Christina realized that she was going crazy. That man couldn't be real. She thought trying to make the pieces fit only to find them more broken. An email showed up on her screen. The subject said "Slender". She clicked on it and a video showed. There was a hooded man. He walked in the woods for several minutes then he dropped the camera and coughed. The camera turned off after that. Christina fell into her bed and thoughts ran freely around her head. The next few days she got more... Entries. After the 80th one she got messages with text in them instead. She started to see the Slenderman more often. He was following her every movement. She became insane. Dark thoughts filled her head. The hag... She has to much fun...Lying...She must be shut. Christina contemplated on this. She played around with the thought and finally an idea was formed. She took pieces of paper and wrote something on each one in a pale red ink. That night she was ready. She painted Slender's symbol on her dark gray hoodie in white and searched for a needle and thread. Christina approached her door with her stuffed husky in hand. The door slowly creaked open and she entered the hallway for the first time in days. She took the master key and put it in her hood pocket. She walked down the hallway slowly to see pictures of her mom with another guy. She sees a picture of her mother and him getting married. She questioned how long she has been in that putrid room. Has those few days been years? She had stopped counting the days a long time ago. She lost her sanity and now she's lost the years and her age. To add on to her curiosity was that her mother never introduced Christina to the new husband. She was now at her mother's door. It creaked open and she saw her mother sleeping with the man. She felt disgusted by this and silently stuck a note on the door. Christina looked back at her mother and closed the door. The new husband ruined her plain and she had to get rid of him. She hade to find a way to dispose of him. She wasn't ready to kill just yet. When she entered her room again her stomach growled. She rarely had food and if she had the chance she would sneak out of the house and stock up on food. Stealing money from her mother for it. She opened a bag in her closet and took out a box of Cheez-Its and ate some. Christina loved Cheez-Its. She brought them over to her computer. She check her e-mail once more and saw a message that said "Help". She open it and it said, "We will help you if you join us. We offer you a home and food. Not long till you can leave and join us. Meet me in the forest and midnight on Friday. That's in five days." That was all the message said. Christina found herself excited. She has always wanted to meet the mysterious person. Each day she visited her mothers room leaving a note on the door till it was Friday and she ran out of notes. Midnight came and she waited in the woods until she heard rustling in the bushes. Two male around her age which she assumed to be 20. One wore a hood and a mask with a frowning face on it. The other wore a white mask with a distinctive looking jacket. "Hello-Miss...Stitch." The masked one said shyly. Christina waved a hi with her hand and contemplated on the fact the masked one called her Stitch. She began to realize that she loved the name Stitch. She wanted to speak, but was afraid the stitches would stretch painfully. "My name is to be secret until further notice... Uh... Miss Stitch... Can you...Ki-kill?" Christina shook her head and beckoned them to follow her. They followed her back to the house and up stairs. She didn't know what she was thinking or becoming, but she knew this is what she wanted. They crept into the room and the two males knocked out the husband and watched Stitch wake her mother up. She cupped her hand over her mother's mouth. She awoke startled and muffled out. "Wh-who-Ar-are- you?" Christina cocked her head and smiled. That made her stitches move slightly. No pain was given though. She felt ready to say something to her mother. "You-For-Forgot about me...Mother...It's time...For your mouth to be...Stitched Up." Christina whispered into her mothers ear. Barley moving her mouth. The stitches only gave a small hint of pain. Those were her first words. This time they won't be the last words. "Huh?" Her mother gasped. Christina shook her head in dismay. She had truly forgotten her own daughter, to make it worse she let her daughter rot in a room. She worked on her mother's mouth. Sewing it shut. She thinks as each moment turns to glory. My mother will never spread anymore lies... She'll live a silent life... A cold life. Christina thought and then knocked her mother out after she finished. She then did the knocked out husband so that he didn't spread lies too. She turned around to find the two masked males gone. Christina went back to her room and collected some things. She collected the notes she made and took her computer. She took the black and pale red ink markers, then she saw that stuffed husky. That thing was her only friend. She knew she couldn't leave it here. Christina stuffed the animal in her bag and collected a few more things along with to boxes of Cheez-Its. She opened the door and looked back at the room she was forced to call home. She grinned and shut the door, locking it with the master key. Walking at a quicker pace down the stairs and into the basement she found a safe. She unlocked it to find a stash of money. Christina greedily took the money and stuffed it into her bag. Making her way back up stairs she took more needles and thread. Christina's brown hair fell over her right eye neatly. She saw a big long knife sitting on the counter top. She slipped that into her black boots. Thinking that she'll need a weapon to defend herself at any given time. Christina opened the door to the outside world keeping the master key in her pocket. She locked the door and headed for the woods. Silent as ever with only a grin on her gray face. She knew she was no longer Christina... She was Stitch Up... She wouldn't kill unless it came to last resort... Afraid that killing would turn her into her mother. She would stitch up the people who's voice were all lies and no truth. __________________________________________________________________________________________

A Year Later

Stitch Up entered a boys room silently. She has been watching this boy for a while. He picked on a little girl in his class. Filling lies into the other kids' heads to make them think of the girl differently. She hates those lies and she was going to stop them. Five days, a note a day. Then the last note is your last day of talking. Stitch Up developed a way to which the stitches wouldn't be easy to pull off. She cover the boys mouth and shushed him with her finger. Stitch gave him her husky to calm him down. She worked the needle and thread through the upper and bottom lip. Trickles of blood came from each stitch. Once finished the boy was to terrified to move. Stitch put her finger over her mouth and shushed him again. She took the husky back from the boy.Her work was done. When she reached 21 years of age she stopped aging. __________________________________________________________________________________________

Years Later

News Report... "We know have Intel that over 50 kids have been founded in the morning with their mouths stitched up. Some say that these kids are the troubled ones that always lie, others say there just kids that someone is trying to harm. One causality so fair was reported, a seventeen year old who had multiple stab wounds was found on a Friday morning. His name was Alex. According to locals the only person that hated him was Christina Bridge. The problem with the theory of her doing it is that she was said to be dead by her mother. The cause of that death was a house fire. As we look closer into this Christina was someone who liked making notes in a pale red ink. Several notes found in the victims homes have been found in her mothers house as well. To this police suspect that her mother is doing this. A clue to supports that it was her, was a note written in pale red ink saying 'She did it'. Another one saying, 'Silence Remains, inescapably, a form of speech'. That woman is now in prison. Now back to you Charles."    Stitch made an evil grin of satisfaction. This was perfect not only is her mother stitched up, but she is also in jail which means she'll never hurt someone again. She sat watching the new. Watching her work. The only one that troubled her was that that kid died because of her. Stitch enjoined that night though. She now had the urge to kill someone. She took a knife and her needle and thread. Then left the abandoned house she lived in. She was to go hunting again. Lighting spit the sky that night. Thunder muffled the screams of a woman...and a child