Stories Of The Twisted

Victoria Lie

Victoria was what most knew as the popular girl. Always surrounded by her friends, treating others with hatred. She was especially mean to her little sister Mercy. Mercy always carried around a teddy bear covered in stitches, calling it Stitches. We now will go to where Victoria is now.

Victoria sat with her back to her sister, ignoring her questions. "Come on sis! Come play with meee! Stitches wants to have fun." Her sister was whining. Victoria scoffed, "I don't have time for child games. Now go away, before I make you go!" Mercy took off running, bear in hand. Victoria rolled her eyes and went back to her phone. She wasn't talking to anyone or playing a game, she was staring at the screen.

She had changed her background to an animated fire. She loved staring at fire, the way it danced and played, leading to a roaring blaze if given the freedom. Victoria shook her head out of her daze. She glanced around for her sister, having no luck. She grimaced, standing up. Despite being a pain, Victoria still had to watch her sister, or she didn't get paid. She groaned and began the search for the pest she is forced to call a sister.

She found her sister and nearly screamed. Her sister was down by the creek, leaving her bear on the ground as she played in the water. "Mercy, get up here!" She yelled.

Her sister ran over, picking up Stitches. "I did a bad..didn't I..?" She mumbled.

Victoria smiled and shook her head. "Not if we both get cleaned up alright? I'll start the fire, you go take a shower." She whispered, Mercy taking off running.

One thing left unmentioned was the family were..strange. The girls went to school, but everyday they would come home, shower, scrub their skin raw, and throw the outfit in a fire. People were not clean, their family was. It was to stay that way.

With the fire ready, both girls disposed of their outfit. The furnace in tha basement kept the house warm, fed by the cloth. They went upstairs and enjoyed leisure activities such as reading, or in our fateful Victoria's case, secretly texting a boy.

Her parents were strictly against dating, and more so of the various outcomes that came from it. So texting one took strength and secrecy. The boy, who went to school with her, was charming.

His name was Zach Mallek, the boy every girl in her class dreamed of being with. She had the privilege to because he slipped her a paper with his phone number on it, telling her to text him. They had been doing this for two years.

Granted they were teenagers in their senior year, hormones were strong and she could feel it in their texts and occasional calls. He loved her, he said it himself. She could admit she had fallen in love with him for awhile now, wanting more just as he did. Her parents would never allow it.

'Vicky, go to your room.' He texted.

She wasted no time answering. 'How do you know I'm not there?'

'Because I don't see you, baby.' He replied.

She grinned and ran upstairs, shutting and locking her door behind her. "Zach you shouldn't be here.." She whispered softly. He was standing by her window when she looked.

"Heh," He grinned, "I couldn't help it." She smiled brightly and embraced him, happy. Her skin felt strange with the contact, unclean. She didn't care, she wanted his affection so she embraced it. That is, until Mercy used their mother's room keys and unlocked the door, seeing them.

It wasn't Zach who reacted, running over to her. It wasn't Zach who grabbed the little girl, gripping their mouth and throat. It wasn't Zach who bashed the girl's head against the floor until the screaming stopped. It wasn't Zach who killed her. But, it was Zach who suggested putting her in the furnace. It was Zach who cleaned up the blood and disposed of the evidence. It was Zach and Victoria who found pleasure in it all.

Victoria enjoyed the day, saddened when he left out the window. She missed the closeness, but now she had other things to deal with. The smell of the room, his scent on her skin. It all had to vanish. It all had to be scrubbed away. It all had to be burned. And, she did just that. Or so she thought.

When her parents came home, the search for her sister began, not even the police could find anything. Victoria knew they never would. Her parents searched her room, and she was sure she disposed of everything. In her father's hand, she saw Zach's school identification card. The only piece of evidence that was left neatly on the window sill.

Her treatment was..brutal. Too vividly brutal to be written. The scars in her mind and cuts on her body were the reminders of the sin she committed. That wasn't the things the police officer was looking at after they got a call of a fire. It was the blood that covered Victoria's body. The bleeding wounds being coated in blood that did not belong to her body. The burning house that contained every piece of evidence that were incinerated. The stitched bear Victoria held. The calm way Victoria stabbed him. The blurry silhouette of her walking away. The dark figure of Zach who whisked her away with a kiss. The blackness as the sounds of the fire died out.

Victoria Lie was a beautiful girl, who joined insanity in a day. She was the girl who loved fire, who loved the way fire destroyed everything. She was the pyromaniac who loved her sister, even if it were only ashes stuck in  Stitches.

This is the story of a girl who calls herself Stitches.
A day in the life of a pyro
Who burned with her lover.