Monday, 3 September 2018

This is bad


This room doesn’t have a door or windows. There is just a light and a laptop. Maybe I could get Stitch to try to break through the walls, but I don’t know where Fell and Hart are being kept and Osprey told me he’d kill them if I tried anything. 

We had just gone into a coffee shop. We still needed to eat, and that’s when they got us. I remember hearing glass breaking and scraping metal before being pushed to the ground. I stumbled to my feet and turned to see the wreck of a van that had crashed through the front of the shop. A woman was crushed between it and the counter. Over the sounds of shocked customers and employees, I heard Fell curse. I looked over to see her stabbing someone. A needle was slipping out of her neck. Stitch burst out of me in time to stop a bat that was being swung at my head. Some members of Osprey’s gang were climbing out of the van and others were appearing in the restaurant. I sent tendrils out of me and through the one holding the bat, before ripping them outward in anger. A hand grabbed my hair. I sent Stitch towards the new attacker, it speared him through the arm before tearing it off. I didn’t want to kill again. I didn’t want to feel Stitch’s joy. I had to do it. I blocked a punch that another sent at my face and hit back. I felt a sharp pain in my leg and started to fall, but I didn’t hit the ground. Stitch had driven itself through two of the thugs and into the floor, stopping my fall. The one who slashed my leg opened and closed her mouth like a fish before finally dying.

Past them, I could see that Hart had pulled his crowbar from its hiding place under his coat and was cracking someone in the head with it. My view was quickly blocked by panicked bystanders and more of Osprey’s gang. Stitch ripped and tore at them until the sound of a voice and gunfire made me stop it. There was Osprey, holding Fell, with a gun pointed at her head. Fell was bloody and unconscious. I could see from the bodies around her that she had fought them until whatever they stuck her with took her down. Looking to Hart, I saw his arm hanging limp at his side as he tried to stop the choke-hold that one of them had on him. Osprey ordered me to give up if I wanted Fell and Hart to live, before disappearing with her. Hart mouthed the word “no” at me before a strike to the back of my head made everything go black.

When I came to, I was in this room. The laptop was on. They must have been watching me, because a video call came in. I accepted it. Osprey stood there, smirking. Fell was tied to a chair next to him. He introduced himself and told me not to try anything stupid or she would die and then it would be Hart’s turn. She was awake but still drugged. She let out a slurred plea for me to break out and run. At this, Osprey took a knife and grabbed her face. I could hear a choked cry of pain from her as he started to press it into her eye. I yelled at him to stop. He told me not to worry; that she would live if I behaved. He reached toward the camera and the call ended.

I don’t know what to do

Monday, 28 May 2018

Nightmare


I’ve had nightmares about that night before, but it’s been a while and this one was different. I was on the altar, begging Father Brien and the others to stop. I became aware of another person- someone who wasn’t there that night. I couldn’t make out any features, but he was encouraging the others; yelling that sacrifice was needed for safety. My arms and legs were suddenly being pulled in different directions by some invisible force. Then I saw more new faces around me, they were the ones Osprey sent to attack me before. They prayed along with the others as my limbs stretched and broke and ripped until they only held on by small threads of skin. Everything went quiet, even though I screamed. Whatever was tearing me apart finally let go. My body sat up, even though I didn’t want it to. It hurt so much. No one seemed to notice me leaving the altar. I could feel my broken bones scraping against each other, pulling at the threads as I stood there. Then I woke up 

Saturday, 12 September 2015

He cornered me

I was out in the open and he still cornered me.
 
I had just been kicked out of a coffee shop and was searching for a place to camp for the evening when I noticed how unusually quiet and still everything was. The street was suddenly empty. The buildings were all dark
 
I could feel Stitch’s fear before my own had time to really set in
 
He was right in front of me.
 
I turned to run but he blocked me, appearing whichever way I tried to move until suddenly he stood, hunched, with his face almost touching mine.
 
I would have screamed but nothing came out. I would have fought but I couldn’t move.
 
Then there was nothing but his horrible voice crashing into my mind and crushing me like a tidal wave
 
Stitch screamed in pain and screamed at me to let it take over and fight for us
 
Both voices clashed in my head, fighting to kill my mind and use me
 
I didn’t mind dying- I wanted to die, but I wouldn’t live as a puppet for them or anyone else.
 
My movements were sluggish, but I managed to hold on enough, push back against them to take a shaking step away from the Slender Man, then another.
 
I felt his anger at my resistance and Stitch’s panic. It tried to come out and pull us away but neither me or the Slender Man would allow it. I saw the change in his tentacles. He was finally going to kill us.
 
Time seemed to stand still. In that moment, I gave Stitch a choice: submit or die here. Stitch made its choice and with only one will left to fight against it was able to emerge and pull us away to safety.
 
Stitch hasn’t made a demand since. It follows my orders and talks when I want to, but it hasn’t tried anything else.
 
I can finally sleep in peace but for now, I’m wide awake.
 
I’m at the library again and I think we’ll learn about butterflies today

Thursday, 16 July 2015


They finally let me go. They couldn't risk keeping me any longer.
 
I’m on my own with food, money, new clothes and a promise that if I try to starve myself again, they’d be back with an ass kicking
 
I still don't want to live like this, but I'm going to have to keep going because they won't let me die.
 
Stitch is still laughing at me but I don’t think it will be laughing for long.
 
The Slender Man is watching us

Saturday, 27 June 2015


They came after me again
 
There were three of them, I think
 
Stitch begged for me to use it, but I wouldn’t.
I was so tired that I barely felt the knife
 
And then there was blackness
 
The next thing I remember was being half conscious and fed something
 
When I was able to fight myself awake, I realized that I was on a bed with someone’s arm supporting me and some kind of thick soup being fed to me. I started to struggle, but I was held down and a hand was over my mouth to stop me from screaming.
 
“Shut the fuck up you idiot. We’re trying to help”
 
They let me go once I calmed down. 
 
I looked back and forth between them.  Fell looked somehow leaner and angry, while Hart just looked disappointed. Both looked tired and had a couple more scars since the last time I saw them.
 
“Where am I? Why did you bring me here?”
 
“You’re in a fucking shitheap motel while we fix your dumbass up”
 
“I don’t want your help! I wanted to die!”
 
“Well too bad!” Hart snapped “We’re not going to just sit here and let you kill yourself”
 
“It’s my choice-“
 
“Not any fucking more it’s not” Fell said, cutting me off
 
I asked if I could at least go to the bathroom. Hart frowned and walked me over there, making sure to block my path to the room door. Once in the bathroom, I locked the door and tried to figure out what to do. The bathroom had a tiny window over the filthy bathtub and I was midway through squeezing myself out of it when a hand grabbed me and pulled me back in. Fell unlocked the door and tossed me back into the room. I was suddenly aware of my wounds as I landed, but I got back up just in time for her to force me to face her
 
“Fucking really?! Did you think that we wouldn’t guess that you were going to try that shit?”
 
I felt my face go red in humiliation “Let me go!”
 
“No. You’re going to fucking stay here and rest and eat more of that vegetable puree that Hart worked hard to make for your ungrateful ass until you get some fucking sense and your fucking strength back!”
 
“Ungrateful? For what? For you kidnapping me and forcing me to do what a dead woman wa-“
 
I was cut off by a slap across the face that and a promise that if I said one more thing about KnitWolf, she would cut my tongue out. I could still live without that after all.
 
I made one more attempt to fight my way out of the room, but that only got me tied up. At which point I tried yelling for help and swearing at them until they gagged me
 
“Yup.” Hart sneered at my insults before he taped my mouth shut “We’re the bad guys, remember?”
 
But in his eyes, I could see that he was hurt
 
As much as I hated it, I tried to have Stitch free me, but it refused.
 
I’ve been stuck here for a few days. I try not to sleep, but it always comes. I try to resist the food, but they force me to take it. They aren’t keeping me tied up anymore, but they are always watching me, sleeping in shifts in case I try to run again. Fell agreed to let me log in and write this, but she’s watching me over my shoulder to make sure I don’t try anything else.
 
I don’t know how long they’re going to keep me here. I don’t know what will happen if their boss shows up.
 
Stitch is laughing at me
 
I don’t know what to do.

Sunday, 21 June 2015

He’s back
 
I knew... I knew it was going to happen sooner or later
 
I knew I wouldn’t be lucky enough for him to get bored and leave me alone
 
Why are you here? Whatdoyouwant from me??
 
I’m just a stupid, tired, hungry kid with no family. You and KnitWolf and Father Brien took that from me, what else do you want?
 
If you want to kill me just get it over with! I’m tired of this.
 
I’m tired and Stitchwontshutup either Even though it’s not going to get what it wants! I’ve stopped using it even to escape, because Idon’twantto and every time I do, I feel it try to push forward in mymind  I’ve come this far-I’ve taken the wounds. I won’t turn back now.
 
Don’t tell me it’s hopeless! I already know. I see it whenever I lookatyou.
 
I’msinking and I feel dead
 
Justletmebedead.
 
Please

Monday, 27 April 2015

How long has it been since I posted last? Days? Months? Years?
I can’t tell anymore. It’s April apparently, but that doesn’t feel right

Stitch didn’t believe me before. It thought I was bluffing when I said we’d starve together if it tried to kill.

I kept it under control for a while, forcing it to make do with my blood though that wasn’t good enough for you, you greedy parasite

The proxies came after us again. Stitch hated me for depriving it of “meals” by hurting them only as much as I had to to get away. Stitch hated me for using it to escape when I had to, but not to fight.

I hated using it to escape too. I hated giving it that power. I hate it.

The hunger didn’t stop growing. It kept getting worse until one night I woke up to see a man pinned to a wall in the alley I was sleeping in. He was screaming though there was no sound. The black tentacle around his neck was keeping him quiet while more were busy digging into his body. I felt Stitch’s joy as his bones broke.

I screamed and fought for control- finally forcing Stitch to drop him

Stitch tried to tell me that it was protecting me and that the man was trying to steal from me, but I didn’t care! It wasn’t worth that!

I haven’t slept since then. I can’t. I can’t trust that Stitch won’t try to kill someone else while I’m out.
I haven’t given it any more of my blood either and I’ve stopped eating too.

I won’t live like that. I told it we’d starve together, so that’s what we’re going to do

I’m so so tired and hungry, but I won’t