If you have heard of me I will tell you this story before I kill you so that the burden you would carry from it would not harm you. I am a nice person and am willing to help out a friend when they need me. Hmm? Yeah your my friend already, I liked you from the start. So now just stop trying to get up from your bed and I’ll tell you a story. My story. My name is Stitches.
Stitches
When I was 6 I saw the Operator for the first time. Looming over my bed his face blank white, nothing there and yet he stared at me. I didn’t see a lot after that since I became paranoid of the outside world. Nothing about me has changed much, I look about the same. I’d take my mask off but I’m not allowed to. I have stitches crossing over my cheeks and nose from where I tore the skin off. But that’s later, I’ll get there. After seeing him I became obsessed with him, I couldn’t stop seeing him in my dreams by the time I was 10 I was raving mad trying to find him hunting online and sneaking out with friends to trespass into anyplace that had been closed for disappearances or mysterious deaths.
My walls were covered in his symbol, the circle with an X through it, everywhere and anywhere. Unconsciously drawing the symbol, my arms have scars where I carved it into me. When I wasn’t doing that I was tearing at my face peeling skin of where my large birthmark was. I hated it the thing was huge and plastered to my face it drove away possible friends and pitying looks were thrown at me when I went out. My ‘friends’ were people I had met online and we only met at night so they couldn’t see my face.
Finally my parents got sick of my muttering and me sneaking out and returning with mud on my shoes. They packed me up and sent me to a rehabilitation center for teens, I was 14. The drive was extremely long and I hated every moment, but I thought things over on the trip and came up with a plan. Once there I went beserk and began fighting anyone, they threw me in lockdown. Step one complete. After that I apologized and went along with all the help they gave me. it took a year of acting to finally think I was fixed. They moved me home where my parents waited with gleeful smiles as their now 15 year old daughter came home. I was happy to see them and I forgave them for what they did, I loved their smiles how I loved them. I hadn’t seen smiles like that in a long time. I waited along time but I got back into my past routine this time being more careful. I had been homeschooled for the longest time but my parents insisted I went back to public school. And so I did. And waiting for me was my new friends.
My first few days at the high school were fine, I was a bit lonely from it although I had dealt with seclusion with out a problem at the rehab building fine. But instead of the 50 people like there I was surrounded by hundreds of them. I didn’t get teased but the birthmark still made me uncomfortable. One day someone did tease me, and when I didn’t respond more people began to join in. I stood up going to leave but they blocked my way, I was terrified. Finally I swung at one of them I broke his nose. Then I kept fighting, punching and kicking, and they kept coming. Someone grabbed my arms and pulled me back. The crowd stopped moving as whoever had ahold of me dragged me away as I kicked and screamed.
“Its them…”
“We shouldn’t have…”
“She swung first…”
“Dead…”
“Not coming back…”
“What are they going to do…”
All their whispering words got into my head as I screamed, dragged away by who knows what. Something hit my head and I went under.
When I woke up I was in my bed at home shivering, I couldn’t move though. My body wouldn’t listen to me. Mentally screaming and crying my body began to move on its own accord out of my room. I was a puppet on a string. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the butcher knife and a regular knife from the kitchen drawer. Still screaming in my head I could feel my face smile as I stopped and looked at the counter, laying there was a mask with feminine eye holes and a smile on it that reached up to far the smile crisscrossed with stitches. My body put the mask on and we went to the living room where my loving parents sat watching TV. My mom looked behind herself an saw me. She smiled and as it began to slip away I swung the butcher knife severing her head. Her body slumped forward her face still smiling as her head rolled off the couch and onto the floor. My dad got up and spun around.
“Hi daddy.” I said my voice highpitched, I giggled and brought the regular knife up and lunged. He scrambled away from me running upstairs. I chased after. I stopped and grabbed my moms sewing kit and went to where dad was hiding… The bathroom of course. I started to kick it down knowing he had locked it, I could hear him saying he would forgive me. My body kept trying to reach him. I screamed in my head locked away forced to watch every moment. The door finally broke open and I came in swinging both knives at my father.
He died like my mother, his head decapitated. I sewed his smile on. Then used his blood to draw his symbol on my chest. When it was done I could suddenly move. I screamed and cried clawing at the mask trying to get it off my face. Usuing a knife I tried to pry it off, I sliced my hands by accident and when I tried to remove the mask from the eye holes blood dripped down them. I gave up and stood running from my home out the back and into the woods.
Dawn came to slowly as I ran through the woods before finally collapsing in a heap. Campers found me the next day and when I woke up my body was once again controlled by something. This time a dark voice whispered in my head. My woods. My forest. I killed them all watching with horror as I cut off their heads and sewed on their smiles. One of the girls was 17 my age, and my body removed my mask going to the girls head cutting from her ears up across her cheeks and over her nose. Once that was done I peeled off the skin and did the same to my own face. I could feel the pain and I wanted to scream again. I put her skin on my face and sewed it on then I went back to sleep.
The other Proxy’s found me, explained to me all that I was to be now. Then he came again and I looked into his face and my memories seemed to melt away. All my pain, all my troubles began to slip away. But I latched onto the memories, refusing to let go. They named me Stitches. And now I do this, hunt for the trespassers of his woods and kill them. I will kill him some day friend, destroy that bastard and set his proxies free. Don’t offer to help friend, it’s for me to do. But I will kill you now so you won’t face my fate. I’m always willing to help a friend.
