There is this girl, and from little on she was very talktive.
She was very happy and she always went up the hill , because there was this castle there.
This was actually a love hotel made to look like a castle, and one day she saw a car drive out, and through the window she saw her dad, she was happy and thought her dad was a prince or something, but there was another woman in the car. She didn’t think much of it, And ran home to tell her mom that her dad was a king, but asked her mom why ther was another women instead of her, she happily kept talking as her mom just stood there. Next thing she knew her dad was outside with a moving truck? And said something she can’t remember.
Now she is 13 already, and less talktive than she used tobe, but still very social. That would change horribly on this day.
She was heading to school, she saw her boyfriend at the gates and hugged him, he told her to meet her sfter school and went inside.
She went inside and to her lessons, at lunch her friend had slapped her and ran away because she had said something she had promised not to tell. She was devastated by her dumb move, why did she tell them? She went to math class with a feel of guilt , here she had to explain why she didn’t do her homework. She couldn’t stop talking so the teacher assumed she was lying, because the reasons were piling up.
When school was finally over she went to meet her boyfriend, and he told her he wanted to break up. because she talked to much.
She ran home crying, and when she got home her mom screamed at her for not doing the dishes, and told her to do them without a word, when she tried to defend herself, her mom told her to clean the attic as wel. As she walked past the living room she could see the bottles next tot he couch. She went up the attic and tripped over a box, she grabbed the first thing she saw. It was an old puppet of hers, which she had a long time ago, she smiled and put it in her pocket and started cleaning the attic and the dishes.
She went up to her room and laid down om her bed, calming down, felling safe, until her mother opened the door, sreaming and pulled her off the bed, hitting her head against it.
She just fel lto the floor and let it happen, being used to it, remembering something else with every hit. When she was about to give up, she remembered her dad telling her it was her fault because she talked too much, that broke something inside her. Her mom stopped and walked out of the room.
A few minutes later she stood up and saw the doll on the floor, because it had fallen out of her pocket. She trew it on her bed and started speaking to it “you like me, right? You think i’m nice, but then what am i doing wrong with other people? She looked away, but heard something behind her.”It is because you talk too much” she looked at the puppet, surprised, but the puppet hadn’t moved at all. She sat next tot he bed, quiet, thinking. “I guess.. you’re right that I talk a lot” “it’s okay, we can fix it, you don’t have to be worried about saying the wrong thing ever again” she looked at the puppet, not understanding, “well, it’s very easy, but are you sure you can do it? afer that there is no way back, people are going to think you’re crazy. But there are too many people don’t know what they are doing by talking, we have to help them” she grinned “yeah, we’ll help them, right?” she went into the bathroom and grabbed a needle she found. Her mom had decided that it was the perfect moment to go to the bathroom, and knokked angrily on the door. She became more angry by the moment, and grabbed the hammer she had used to hang some pictures but hadn’t bothered to put back in place, and used it to break the door open, but screamed at what she saw. Her own daughter, but different. Her face… she had stitched her mouth closed in a smile, like the puppet had.
Her mom started screaming “why! Why would you do that?!”she looked at her mom, taking the hammer she had dropped “hunny, you don’t have to do this, I know I haven’t been nice to you,but people can change, please put the hammer do-” “shut up. You talk too much.” The girl raised the hammer, and hit her mothers skull as hard as she could.
A few hours later her brother came home, and saw his mom dead in the hallway, he called the police.
As time went on people would get messenges saying, “you talk too much” and were found later dead, with their mouth stiched up, or even worse, some of their mouths would be sewed up while they were sleeping.
No matter what, her victim’s mouth would always be stiched up, and she would dicide when and where someones last words would be.
