This man worked in a boring office, but he had a passion for sewing and creating new things out of fabric. One day he gets a call saying that his wife has gone into labour, he rushes for the hospital, but when he arrived he was brought to some bad news. "I'm afraid your wife has passed away whilst giving birth and for the child, she passed away aswell". To collect the man's thought he went to a gypsy in seek of help, she said that she would help him if he gave her something very dear of his, the doll that was past down through the family for his daughter. A week past since he meet the gypsy, he begins to hear whispers. A month past he begins to hear a feminine voice talk. A year later he hears screams. The man can't take it anymore and commits suicide with the closest sharp object, a needle, he begins stabbing his chest, stabbing his face, he then swallowed the needle. The man grabbed another needle and quickly sewed his mouth together, he then dies.
The man wakes up in a morgue, he sees doctors poking his feet with a metal rod, the anger to was inside rages out, he strangles the doctors and rushes out the door. The man walks by a window and has a look at his reflection. His skin is peeling off only meat was showing, he heard a scream coming from his left, he runs towards the woman and stops, looking down at his hand he sees a needle, he looks back up and stabs her neck causing her to bleed out, once She is dead he begins to skin her and takes her bag and shoves the skin in. After a few victims, he goes to his house and begins to sew the skin together and onto his body, he finds some blue fabric scraps and turns them into a shirt and grey and black fabric for pants. The man makes his way to the gypsy he meet a year ago kills her and takes his treasure back. When he arrives back home, he notices that the doll has been torn at the lips and the beautiful blue eyes where gone. The doll was now fixed but he wasn't, he needed to be stitched back up, after sometime his muscle began to decay and his eyes left his socket, he replaced his muscles with stuffing and eyes with large buttons, one black and one blue. The man can't be seen like this in public, he could never be seen again, he began to lose his mind. He forgot that he killed someone, well he didn't see it like that, he saw it more as a chore now. He forgot about his wife, the woman he loved for many years. He forgot about his daughter, the thing he was going to love with all his heart. He forgot that he died. He forgot his name. He decided he would call himself stitches, since the thing his made up of now.
'You seem broken I'll stitch you back up'
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