Art Of Stitching Wounds (Bloody Painter romance)

Introduction

I winced in pain as I got up. "Whoa, take it easy Ms. Butler... You survived an attack while almost losing your life!" a nurse spoke.

"W-What..." I mumbled, pain coming from my mouth. Wait... Now I remember...

Dark night. So dark... I try to sleep. Though, I'm worried about a boy in my class. He got beat up pretty badly today. He had very visible bruises that made the teacher question. He lied saying he fell down the stairs, though... But I remember a friend from last year that had... "disappeared".

His name is a blur, I remember him though. He was so cute... But he changed after going to the hospital. He has to be 14 by now, though. I worry about him, too. I sighed, closing my eyes. Now for my problems. I'm a loud mouth that everyone hates. If only I couldn't talk...

I got a brightly stupid idea. I took my sewing kit and went to the bathroom. I started sewing my mouth shut, wincing in utter pain. I... just couldn't take it anymore. No, I'm not emo. I'm semi normal except that I always lose my friends.

I don't know if the boy... Helen is it? Well, I don't know if he's my friend. But I don't care... I finished my work and smiled as I looked at it. It was... perfect. I left a space for me to talk if I needed to, but it would be so painful if I did.

I walked to my bedroom and got into bed, making sure my knife was still there. It wasn't...? I guess my older brother took it... I got into bed and started sleeping. After a bit I woke up, feeling cold. I looked at my window. Damnit, I left it opened! I got up to close it, but as I got up I heard a noise.

I then felt a sharp pain in my back. I got turned around and met dilated eyes that seemed to not blink. "Z-Zelda..." the man stuttered, his eyes seeming wider. My vision became blurry as my older brother and sister ran in with guns. I then blacked out.

 

"W-What..." my eyes widened, tears streaming down my face. "How? HOW?! NO. THIS IS A DREAM..." I grabbed my head, ripping out pieces of my purple hair. Tears streamed down my face horribly. I then felt my heart hurt, my eyes widening.

"MS. BUTLER! That is not good for your health! Calm down!" the nurse cried out.

I calmed down, taking deep breathes. I then tried talking again, my I held my mouth. "How long... Was I out? Where are my stitches?" I whispered, sounding ghostly.

"You've been out for 3 weeks. We took out the stitches so it wouldn't hurt when you spoke..." she said.

"I want... I want my stitches back!" I growled. The nurse's eyes widened.

"We can't give them back, we threw them out!" she sounded frightened.

"Get me out of here. Now..." I hissed. I never liked hospitals.

"I-I'll call your siblings, right away!" she scurried out of the room. Idiot.. How can I scare her that much? I touched my mouth. It hurt badly...

My brother and sister, twins, ran in and hugged me. Their names were Jake and Jillian. "We were so worried about you, Lenny!" they spoke in union.

"Just get me out of here..." I whined. They nodded and after a while we were heading home.

"Who hurt you?" Jillian then asked. I felt the tension in the air.

"A man... He had white skin... No eye lids by the look of it. His cheeks... A smile carved into it. Only a knife could do that... He wore a white bloodstained hoodie... Or was it a shirt? I don't know... He had spikey black hair that touched his shoulders..."

Their eyes widened in horror. "Oh... And... Helen was his name? Well, the boy in your class sorta... killed a few people..." Jake told me.

I miss a lot when I'm stabbed, don't I?