Just Another Stitch

Chapter 1

"Catalaina I am done with you! I can't have girlfriend with a huge scar on her chest! It looks like someone tried to murder you! I am leaving and you can't stop me!" so packing up his things he left, as the door closed behind him the most intense agonizing pain shot through my chest as my heart ripped yet again. Dropping to my knees I half crawled and half pulled my body over to my hunting knife and sewing needle and thread. I knew what I was about to do next would Hurt a lot more than the pain i am currently in. I got to my knees and sat back on my heels. Holding the knife with both hands I carefully plunged the knife into my chest and then removed it, I took my left hand and reached into the hole and wrapped my ice cold hands around my beating heart. I pulled on my life source and looked down, extra long arteries extended from my heart allowing for it to be removed from my body and still pump blood, making this possible. I threaded my needle and put in yet another stitch. Replacing it I sewed up the skin and got in the shower. Today was not my day...

I have no idea why my heart rips. It has done that since my 13th birthday. Anyone who leaves creates enough pain to physically shred my heart. I live on my own, no family because my parents gave me up for adoption when I was 7 and I was never adopted. At 17 I moved into my own home and the government paid for me to go to school and they also paid for my place but I had to pay for extras like internet and cable if I wanted it. I started college but I never completed it because I couldn't afford it. I work in a under ground club just a little past down town. Not many people actually know about it. We mainly get business through word of mouth and people drunkenly stumbling across it. There are VIP members and they can pretty much drink as much as they want as long as they pay some sort of member fee at the end of every month. Tons of celebrities come here because they don't have to worry about a ton of raving fans surrounding them and they can have a good time.

I currently have 47 stitches in my heart, that means I have had my heart broken 47 times since I was 13 and I am now 19. I try to avoid everyone so as to not come close to anyone and start to care about them, because if I care about them then they have the opportunity to break my heart. Leading to more stitches. I sometimes can't help it though and I let someone in. All I can do is wait for them to leave and that's probably why they end up leaving me. I am constantly distant and cold because I don't want to have to put in more than one stitch.

It is raining as I leave my tiny, single bedroom apartment. I look up to see a flash of lightening accompanied by a huge burst of sound that mimicked a gun shot from the heavens. I hate this, I really need a vehicle but I guess you can't have a vehicle if you have no where to put it... I set off on my journey. I don't particularly have a destination but who cares, walks are good for you right? Cars zoomed past me, water splashed me from their tires but I gave up caring about 20 minutes ago. I have finally picked a destination and I am off to my friend Alex's house. She would know what we could do if her girlfriend isn't there. Third wheeling is not a fun time as I am sure everyone has found out already.

Her house is only a block away, I can see her building as I am on the other side of the road. Not much is happening on this street, never is really, No one comes down here unless they live here or do drugs. They also find places to rent for a night for their whores but oh well. The police don't even come down here, not like they are much help anyways. Just as I was crossing the street to get to the door of her apartment a black car whipped around the corner. I did a little jump so I made it o the side walk and they pulled up and stopped. They must be going inside as well, not thinking anything about it I continued to walk. I was maybe 10 steps from the door when I had a bag pulled viciously over my face and I could no longer breathe. I thrashed around trying to get free but the lip of the bag was hooked around my jaw as I am quite a fit person.

Whoever it was holding me was definitely strong and a lot taller then me as my feet were hanging just above the ground. They started pulling me backwards and I heard them speaking in some weird language. It didn't even sound like it was from this world. I heard 4 maybe 5 of them conversing. I was still being pulled somewhere, by the direction we are going, I am assuming the car and if that is the case then I am screwed.

I heard a trunk open, the next thing I know I am thrown into it and the lid slammed down on top of me. I removed the bag from my head and took a deep, proper breathe for the first time in minutes. I felt around the trunk to see if the were any ledges, handles or objects that could help me escape or assist me in hurting whoever thought it was a good idea to kidnap me, fucking bastards.