CreepyPasta stories

Patchwork

My name is patchwork. Well atleast thats what they call me when they run screaming like the cattle they are. But my real name is Mia, Mia Tayler Jenkins. I wouldnt of chosen the same since the irony of patchwork and tayler. But it was my grandmothers name so i cant complain realy she was an amazing woman till the day she died but once again there was irony she worked as a tayler. probably the best in the world in my opinion. she taught me everything i know. and its was a useful skill in my time. Anyways back to the story. I am known as a skin freak. i hate nasty greasy cut or scard skin it makes me cringe in horror. so i take care of my skin. its always free from filth and scaring. That was until the day my uncle came and lived with us. He was a nasty piece of work. My entire family hated him but was too scared to say anything to him. He was always Thretening us or hurting us. When my daddy was little he was always pushed around by him. i was told he used to burn him, cut him and that would scar him for life. As you can guess the scars gross me out i cant even stare at him for long even tho he was a nice father and husband for my famalie. But the day my uncle moved in was the day i clicked. Because he would come in the house stumbling drunk as always. My Daddy would try and calm him down but Daddy was weak compared to him. My uncle would just shrug him off and grab my mother and take her to my parents room. Thats when daddy would hold me and cover my ears until it was over. But one day as i was sowing a long jacket my uncle came in and grabbed my mother like usual but this time he grabbed me also. My daddy yelled at him. No she is only 15 leave her out off this. But as usual uncle hit daddy and dragged me and mommy to my parents room and locked it. I could hear my daddy screaming on the other side of the door Just then uncle did horrible things to mommy i couldnt bare to watch. But he forced me too. I felt scared, shocked and.... and ANGRY. so i kicked him off my mother. and that made him mad he got up and grabbed me by my throat and threw me on the bed. Hush sweaty. he told my when he lent down to me. i grabbed around my parents bed side table and found a lamp. so i grabbed it and went to smack it in his face. but he grabbed it just in time. You little BITCH! he yellled and smashed it into my face. i could feel the shards of glass stab all over my face and the scattered burning sensation as the burning oil stroked my skin. by then i gave up and let him do what he wanted to do. After that night i wasnt the same i just couldnt handle what he did to me and my mother. i havnt even bared to look in a mirror. i avoided them as much as possable. that was until i poked my self in the finger with a needle when i was sowing. i watched the blood tricle out of my finger with curiousity. I felt sad knowing my face is probably worse than the ugly cut on my finger. i looked up and saw my jacket i was sowing still with it stitching in. Then i wondered. How can i make myself beuitiful like the stitching in that jacket. Just then i jumped up and walked to the bathroom and hesitently looked at the mirror. what i saw was horrifying. i saw cut running all over my face most of wich are still open. i even had streaks of burn marks and some had scard over. and my eyes werent exactly perfect either they had cuts not deep enough to worry about but that didnt matter they were ugly. so i cried for the first time since it happened. The salty tears burned the open wounds so i went to wipe them away but made it worse. So i stopped crying. That was the easiest thing i managed to do in my life i just stopped crying and stared into the mirror. If i cant have beuitiful skin then atleast i deserve something beutiful on my skin. So i grabbed my needle and thread and started to sow my face. I never cried, not even a flinch. The stitching was beutiful some of my best work i even managed to stitch my cuts on my eyes with ease. i looked beutiful again except the dirty ugly burn scars on my face. i had to cover them but not with cloth. i needed something beutiful like clean healthy skin. Just then the front door flew open and i heard shouting from my father and uncle. so i picked up a pair of scissers, a long thread and a needle. the time i walked out of the bathroom my parents door opened

and my uncle glared at me with my mother being dragged by her hair. ow its you . He said. still glairing at me. he must not of seen my face since i was in the dark corner of the room. You want some of this? He said with a filthy look. Did you know for a scum bag you have very beutiful skin? He took a step back. What did you say to me you little bitch. He stomped towards me and let go of my mother. I took one step forward towards him and he stumbled back. What happened to you. He said with a crackling voice. you made me ugly i couldnt take it any more, so i made myself beutiful again. I felt my face slowly. But i have ugly burn marks, marks i need to hide to continue being beuitiful. I grasped the scissers harder. You realy do have beutiful skin uncle. i started to walk towards him. S s s st stay away from me. he then fell hard on his ass and glared at me. i lent down close enough so he could see the beutiful stitches in my eyes. Hush sweaty. i told him before i stabbed the sharp scissors in his eyes and then i choppped of his tongue and then his ears and then his nose. until he was just a mumbling bundle of flesh i started to cut chunks of skin from his face and sew them on my face. covering the ugly burns. Finaly im beutiful. I looked up and made eye contact with my mother and father. I couldnt bring my self too kill them. they had ugly skin. so i ran. leaving them petrified with the dead body of my uncle half chopped up. i grabbed my coat i had started to stitch up and left the house and hid in an ally. i made sure i grabbed my sowing equiptment. and i began sowing stiches all over the long jacket until it was filled with patchwork. there very beuitiful. I put it on and strolled through the night. chopping up my victims with a pair of scissers and replaced the rotting flesh on my face with new clean flesh when ever it needed changing. But i always made sure that my victims had beutiful skin. like mine once was. like how your skin is.