A few days later i started waking up with stitches all over my body. There were stitches on my arms, legs forehead and other places. I tried to take the stitches out but the wounds were too deep that it would bleed out so much that i would die if i took them out.
Trust me i tried so hard. And the stiches were so tight that they nearly tore my skin its self never mind me pulling them. I showed my mam and she asked me if i was depressed and was cutting myself. And i just looked at her and said " you'dd know what happened if you listen to what i said the other day".
I was terrified to go back to sleep because i kept imaginating the woman sewing my mouth shut. But the thing was.......
