Mistress of Stitches

Shadows

To be honest, I kind of hallucinate. I'll hear things and see something or see something thinking it's something else when it isn't. I have a vivid imagination and I consider myself 'disconnected from the real world.'

For the past few days I've seen figures outside that window. I was looking out one night and the figure looked as if it was reaching a hand up to me.

"BUNNY!! What did I tell you about going near that window?! Come down from there!!"

I turn to look down the room's stairs at her. "Yes ma'am I will." I turn back to the window before I go, discovering that the figure has disappeared.

I start down the stairs as she waits there with her hand on the door. When I hit the last step she keeps me an evil smile as if she was about to pop a child's balloon. She grabs my right upper arm hard. She still smiles while she speaks not moving her teeth almost.

"What were you doing at that window?" She spat at me.

"I was- I was just th-thinking. I-I like to look at the stars.." I stuttered back.

"I told you not to look out that window. If I ever catch you at that window again I'll beat you."

I heard her words starting to slur showing signs she was drinking again. When Taylor got drunk, in the middle of the night she would have unlocked my door yanking me awake and start beating me without a reason.

My step mother let go of me, shoving me almost making me fall. I stumbled against the wall as she opened the door and closed it back. I watched the door until I heard the lock click telling me I wasn't getting out for hours.

I sank down the wall to the floor listening to the sound of her heels fading away. I start feeling the back of my head for a sign of a slight bruise. There wasn't.

After two minutes I get up and start up the stairs. I am about to turn into my small room but look out the window instead. Again I see a small figure peeking out of the woods but it vanishes just as fast as I saw it. I run into my room and crash into my bed

I start to sob already knowing what's going to happen later on tonight if she drinks more. I'm tired of getting hurt when I shouldn't be. Every time my stepmother brings out a whip or a pocket knife I have to add more stitches.

I look to my bear over on the chair in the corner. One of his seams holding his shoulder is starting to come undone. I grab my needle and thread off the bedside table and head over to the bear. I start to thread the needle all around his shoulder just in case.

I finish up lacing his arm back up and take him to my bed. I get under the thin sheets and start drifting off to sleep hugging my bear. I bury my face into my favorite pillow I named Rob.

Something snaps me back awake and I start to listen expecting Taylor's bare feet coming closer to my door. Instead of Taylor, I hear faint whispers out into the hall. I peek out of the doorway but all I see is the top of the stairs and the moonlight illuminating them.

I can't make the sounds out but after a minute they fade away. I decide to go back to bed. I realize how tired I've become and instantly getting into my bed I pass out.