An Audience Of Death

the truth

So Blair the innocent girl who witnessed the murder of her parents well not as much witness but carried out. Blair knew she was different from the very start. Well for one she was always on her own ever since the day her parents took her out of primary school to be homeschooled. Now you might think it's all their fault that she was lonely.. But its quite the opposite.

Let me explain:
Blair was always at the back of the classroom on her own starring into space not paying attention to the world around her, she was in the lower classes of the school as she was around 4 at the time. The teacher noticed this as it was not 'normal' behaviour for a child of her age to say the least. So she sent a young boy I think his name was, Ash? I have no clue- over to play with the girl doing nothing productive what_so_ever
"E-er hi m-miss b-blair w-would you like t-to p-play with m-me?"

Blair looked up keeping the same monotone expression gazing up at the blonde boy

"Play? Play? Really wow wow no one has ever played with me before wow what do I do what do I say this is my last chance no? Every one thinks I'm crazy so why why does he want to play is he mad to? Does he need a friend? Are the voices not good enough?"

She said rather quickly like she had just eaten a bag of sugar. It was needless to say very creepy but I cannot say much.

She started to get angry having a one sided argument - with herself

"What what do you mean the voices arnt good enough? They are for me why not you? You are so ungrateful! Why why do you hate them they are lonely aswell hehe! DO YOU NOT SEE! N-no- you carnt he is just a kid he dosent deserve it! Wait mabe he does he will only get it when he is older so why not now hehe? I know how I'll do it: I'll first break off his fingers rip out his blonde hair and stuff the red car to his left into his mouth and watch him choke on his own vomit. I'll make him pretty like the dolls girls play with so much, stitch him up in lots of pretty patterns I'll make him beautiful...after all its his fault he wanted to play..."

With that said he ran off crying to the teacher as Blair returned from her crazed face to her board usual monotone self

"Thanks for playing at least you tried" she wispered as she returned her gaze to the window

Back to the normal side of things:

So with that blair lost all contact of the outside world: not that she minded of course to her it wasn't that big of a deal. No one would talk to her before the same principal applies... Oh how wrong she was

The loneliness started to take its toll on Blair her parents hated her ever since she was born it ripped their marriage apart and because of this they beat her being the softest term I can use. They tortured her all her life I think it's fair to say she was diagnosed with insanity at the age of 6, not that they ever took her to a doctor oh no this is just my personal opinion of what happened. As of the torture her once beautiful hair turned a ghostly white. This was just one of the marks her parents left her. As a job her mother sewed together tapestries for schools churches museums etc so let's just say what she did was kinda linked that is the only explanation I can give for what she did next apart from being insane

She started to sew with black thread weaving in and out of Blair's pale skin which was now a fountain of crimson

Over and under over and under over and under over and over and over under over under over under over under over under over under over under over under over under over under over under over under over and over and under and under over and over under and Stitch stitch by Stitch.

I think it's fair to say this is when she snapped all the anger building up inside her with leading to this. She kept calm though she never screamed she never cried, even though the pain is unbearable should never give them the satisfaction just sat there contempt while anger slowly bubbled inside her.

Her mother left the room leaving her sat there in the inky black Darkness.

This is the birth of me,well technically the end of her. I think it's about time I introduce myself I'm PatchWork you may not know me yet but as you get to know me better I think you'll find I am the true source of your nightmares.

Be scared,be afraid, be alert for I am patchwork here to fix you tonight.

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