Stitch

Untitled Part 7

I looked down at His arms. This was just pure torture. His nails were ripped off of his fingers and so were is toes. He can't be dead! I lunged onto my father. At this point I don't care if there's blood, I just want him back. I hugged him tightly, crying my eyes out. As I hugged him tighter, hoping that somehow that'll bring him back, something scratched my arms. I stopped and looked over his back to find his blood stained nails poking out.

I immediately fell out of the embrace in horror, and scrambled on the floor. I heard a soft chuckle that was spiraling out into a crazed laugh coming behind me. Coughing a bit, I slowly turned my head and saw Chelsea. She was also covered my Dad's blood. Her face is what really scared me. looks as If she purposely smeared blood on her face and teeth. She peered down at me with her insane eyes as she smiled like a maniac. I glanced at her and then the knife that she was holding. Chelsea did it. As much as I want to rip her teeth out I'm afraid she's going to to the same if I even try anything.