#stitchedsalem

omg someones actually interested in her! yay

• The nerves around her stitches are nearly dead and theres a lot more nerve damage around her face which is where her two main stitches are

which means she could get a lot of piercings a not feel it

• Her stitched eye is nearly blind, its fuzzy and shadowy in that eye

• She used to have a pet cat which she carries a photo of

• She was so interested in medical books because the doctors couldn’t save her mother and she wanted to learn so she could be the best and save other people

• cooking helps her relax, more often than not shes the one who cooks the dinner for the others at the slendermansion

(if Jeff pisses her off she puts extra pepper in he hates it)

• Her mother had DID which is another reason she liked medicine and psychology

• she was absolutely terrified of one of her male maths teacher (she killed him later)

• She loves black and white movies, especially if their old mystery's

• she bites her nails short wayyy to much, she can’t help it,

• she can’t keep eye contact when she talks to someone, her eyes are always firmly attached to the ground

• shes great at talking with people, some pastas use her as a sort of therapist

• She has always wanted to cut her hair but she most likely never will

I stared at the darkness. It stares back. I know I haven't woken up yet. It's too quiet.

Darkness is everywhere. It wraps around me like a blanket. The void is everywhere. A cool sensation overwhelms me and the creature advances towards me. Drawing nearer and nearer. I can’t hear anything except static. It gets closer and closer and I can see it clearer and clearer. It’s too close.

I’m not ready.

I force open my eyes and realise I’m now in my room. I do nothing but stare at my ceiling for a good while. With my eyes shut tight I take quick deep breaths.

I’ve had this dream for as long as I can remember.

And it's never changed.

Dark hands made of shadow reaching out for me. Then, out of nowhere. A creature appears. Dressed in black but totally pale.

It gets closer every night.

But I’m still not ready to let it close to me.

I realise that the house is quiet too. Dad must be at work already.

Leaning up slowly my feet hit the floor with a soft thud. I sit on the edge of my bed for a while. Staring at my old wallpaper. I contemplate getting out of my pajamas but then I change my mind.

Walking down the stairs slowly, I trace my hand down the old wooden handrail. So many beautiful pictures on the wall. I stop when I get to the bottom. It's a photo of me and my family at disneyland. I was so happy that day.

I laugh to myself without any actual humour in the laugh. I’m so different now yet I look nearly the same.

Times gone by so fast.

I can barely remember those times. Most of what I do remember was told to me.

I know my dad won’t be home for a while. So I take a chance.

Walking though the living room to their room. I walk up to the door, and turn the handle.

It clicks open. I exhale in my mind, thank god they forgot to lock the door.

I wrap my hands around the ladder and pull myself up slowly. It's old afterall.

I start to climb, stopping at every creak. Trying not to breathe because of how much dust there is.

Once I finally get to the top, I look around so many boxes. But I know the right one. Picking it up I open it slowly.

Inside The book is old and falling apart. So I’m careful about opening it. Flicking through the pages slowly, I can feel myself frowning. Staring at my mum's happy face I can feel the tears start to well up.

“Hey mum, I know I talked to you yesterday...But I really miss you….Dad does too...he just shows it differently..I’m getting better at medicine mum...my teacher says I have a great chance of becoming a doctor...are you proud of me?.......I hope you are…”

I heard a thump downstairs and quickly shoved the photo album away. Putting the box back and getting up I climbed down the ladder and locked the door. Shoving the key in my pocket. I saw my dad sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand and a frown on his face. Not even looking at me he said

“Why were you up there Salem?”

gulping I said “I thought I heard a rat or something”

He nodded slightly, lucky we have been having a rat problem.

“Fucking asshole” he murmered under his breath as he took another sip. I decided to get out of there while I could before I found out why he seemed more pissed off today. I walked to my room and propped the door open. I’d get in trouble if it was closed. Sitting down on the bed I closed my eyes and lay there for a while. Daydreaming.

In my own world in my head I continued the storyline where I'd left off last night. I have many friends in this world. I look exactly what I want to look like and no one judges me. Smiling to myself I started to lose all sense of reality. I forgot I was lying in my bed and instead I was in a beautiful forest with my friends talking and laughing and having adventures with witty banter fighting monsters with magic. But every time I heard footsteps I’d open my eyes and pick up the book next to me and flick to a random page. The book was about...maths I think...it had numbers and letters and was too confusing for me to understand. But I had to look like I was trying. I was never good at maths, Science was alright but maths was too hard.

Once a golden hue started to shine through the curtains I got up. I had to make dinner. I walked out of my room and to the kitchen. Looking into the cupboards I found some soup and bread and decided to make something smile. Soup and toast. It was made quick and put out on the table. I went to tell my sister who was in the living room first. She was sitting on the couch reading a book with some sort of fairy on the cover.

“Dinners ready, Levy'' I told her, she looked up at me and smiled, rolling off the couch and walking to the table. I poked my head in my dad's room. He passed out asleep on the bed. I frowned. If we ate dinner without him we’d get yelled at later. If I woke him up I'd get yelled at. I decided to deal with it later and sat down at the small table with Levy. ever since mum..left we had to sell a lot of stuff. She was how our family got most of its income. I moved the spoon around the bowl before eating a little bit. Only eating what Levy didn't want and dad doesnt like.

Dinner was like it always was. But once dad woke up he seemed way more mad than usual. “Did you have dinner?” he said, scaring me as I looked in the pantry because I had no idea he was behind me.

“Yes you were asleep and I didnt want to wake you” I said, causing him to frown.

“I didn’t say you could talk back”

Putting down whatever was in my hand I looked down,

“I’m sorry dad…”

I felt scared. He was my dad. But I was so scared. I knew what he usually does. But what if he did something worse?

He walked toward me and I knew what was coming. Closing my eyes I waited. Why did I have to get myself into this? What did I do? What can I do to make him stop? Am I not good enough? All those thoughts raced through my head as I tried to figure out why he did what he did. What can I do to become good enough?

It's always the same.

As night fell I looked out my window and at the stars. What are some ways I can be better? I thought to myself. If I was better dad wouldn’t be so mad all the time. So I have to be better.

The stars were so pretty that night. Picking up my book and flashlight I smiled. This was a book I liked. Turning on the flashlight and hiding under the covers I started reading. I got this book from the school library yesterday and It had so much useful information about it. I knew all sorts of medical procedures before but now I’m getting even better. I have also been practicing stitching on my teddy bears.

I couldn't tell whether my eyes were open or closed. It was too dark. Desperately I held my fingers up to my eyes and held my eyelids open. Now that I knew my eyes were open for sure I desperately looked around for any sign of the creature. He should’ve shown up by now.

I start to feel cold. As if someone replaced all my bones with replicas made of dry ice. Shivering I started to have trouble holding my eye lips open and accidently poked myself in the eye. My body shook more and more and static sounded in my head. I didn’t like this. As the creature advanced towards me I didn’t feel safe this time. I felt panicked. I had to wake up. I didn’t want it near me. Not tonight. Not tonight…….

Fuck. that was…...different. My lungs felt like balloons ten days after a birthday. I picked up my pillow and hugged it close to myself. I didn’t feel good. And I contemplating staying home from school. No one could stop me….but I didn't have enough medical books. So I decided i’d go to school today. Get more books and stay home tomorrow. Walking out to the longue I froze when I saw dad lying on the couch. Not even dressed. Switching channels on the tv.

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” he frowned, not even taking his eyes off the screen.

“I’m-I’m on my way….shouldn't you be at work?”

He frowned and took a sip of the weird coloured drink in his glass “not anymore, the assholes' ' he murmured under his breath.

I took a deep breath as I realised the inevitable had come true. Dad had got sacked.

“Levy doesn't feel well so you can walk to the bus by yourself”

Great.

Walking to the bus stop sucks in general. But there alone is even worse because no one will come near me. Like I have ebola or something. I don’t really know why. Sitting near the front so I could get off quickly. I wanted to pull out my notebook and continue the sketch I made last night. But the next to me was making such a point of making sure she didn't touch me I was worried that if I moved I would accidently touch her and for all I know she would scream.

It was quite misty this morning. The cliffs in the distance were covered in a blanket of mist with the tops of them poking through. I really wanted to just stay home. But now since dad was sacked. I guess I won’t be able to skip as much now. Fuck. the bus pulled up to the school and I got out of it straight away heading to the library. I went up the staircase and right near the end to a little hiding stop I’ve gone before to skip class. It’s quite dark up there which helps, contribute that to the fact I’m quite small and quiet. I could hide here all day. I think I will...No one knows I’m here. I pick a book off the pile next to me and start reading.

Everytime I heard footsteps or voices I’d freeze. As if I was still enough they wouldn't notice the hoodie wearing teen girl with a shitload of memy eye and medical books hidden in the shelfs. Paying close attention to what the words said, I made sure that I took in every word. But I had to stop every now and then when the words got too complicated and my brain hurt reading them. I’d daydream for a while and give my brain some rest.

The bell rang. And I realised it must be lunchtime. And when it's lunch the library gets more people. I could be caught. So I decided to leave early. Gathering the books I put them in my bag and waited for a few seconds before leaving and taking the long way out of school so no one would see me leaving. I walked to the park downtown and took a rest on the swings.

I felt kinda weird. Like I was watching a tv show from someone's point of view. Even when I saw myself in my phones blank screen I had trouble realising that it was me I was looking at. Me. I’m right there. I felt like if I closed my eyes I would dissolve into some sort of new form. Having enough of the weird feeling, I decided to walk home.

I didn’t know what I was feeling. But I didn't like it. Desperately trying to distract myself I started to daydream some more. As I came up to where the bus would have stopped. I thought I heard someone yell something. But I ignored them. As my daydream was getting good. And there was no way they were talking to me..right?

As I kept walking I felt something hard slam into me. It hurt. Alot. Every part of my body hurt and wanted to cry out. Especially my face. I felt confused and dazed. I couldn't see out of one eye and I tasted blood in my mouth.

and then next thing I know I’m waking up in the hospital. The lights were far too bright I clenched my eyes closed, (well, the one that wasn't banaged). I felt far too uncomfortable in the bed, With bandages all over me. It hurt to move. After a while of me just sitting there trying to figure out if this was real or just another one of my daydreams that I got too invested in. they start to feel too real when I do that. But then the nurse walked in.

“Oh great! You’re finally awake! How do you feel darling?”

I stared at her. “What happened to me? Where am I?”

She looked at me, pity painted all over her face. “You got hit by a car”

Oh fuck.

“What happened to my body?” I asked. Once again she looked at me with more pity. Pausing for a while and then answering with

“You’re heavily scratched but you’re gonna live”

“What about my eye?”

She looked at the ground

“I’m afraid you’re not going to be able to see properly out of that eye ever again.”

My body just froze. I had no idea what the right thing to say or do was.

“I know this is kind of shocking-”

“Yeah no shit! I got hit by a car now I’m half blind!” I let my anger out. She hushed me gently,

“I’m going to call your family and tell them your awake, okay?”

“Whoopdedoo..” I muttered under my breath.

When they came my dad looked like he had sucked a lemon. While Levy grabbed my hand and nearly started crying.

“They said I can’t get up there and hug you because of your injuries. So I’m gonna hold your hand instead!”

I felt so bad for her.

“Do you know how much this’ll cost?” my dad hissed under his breath.

I wanted to tell him that it wasn't my fault. I didn’t mean to get hit by the car. But a thought at the back of my mind told me it was my fault. If I wasn’t so lazy, and had looked where I was going I’d be okay...I deserved this.

It was a while before I could finally go home. But once I could, Levy seemed happier. It was a mixture of dread and happiness for me though. I hate that house and all the memories it holds. But at the same time, this hospital food and bright lights suck.

I looked so different. Skinny. Pale. and covered in a lot of stitches. I could barely move without them nearly opening up, since when I was bored in the hospital. I played with them and pulled some around. But I still had the eye patch on my eye. Parts of the stitching poking through then ends.

Levy leaned on me, asleep. I nearly fell asleep as well. But I knew the creature would be back.

Once we finally got home I went upstairs to my room. Levy was put to sleep in her bed and dad fell asleep on the couch switching through the channels. I sat on my bed and tried to flex my arm. But I must've done it too rough since most of the stitching came undone right there. I didn't panic as a lot of blood dropped onto my bed. I walked to my dresser and picked up the medical kit I stole from the school nurse.

Picking up the knife I’d hidden under my bed from all the times I got paranoid. I started to connect the the cuts together. Like a more gorey version of connect the dots. A smile made its way onto my face. I cut the side of my mouth open again.

Picking up the medical string I started to put what I’d been learning to good use, stitching up my body again, there was a lot of blood on the floor. This was gonna be a bitch to clean up. But I didn’t care. Stitching myself up I saved my mouth for last. The feeling didn’t feel like pain. More like a happy feeling. A warm feeling. One I had never really felt before.

That's when I heard the noises downstairs. Walking down the stairs slowly with my knife still in my hand. I peaked out into the living room and saw something horrible.

Dad was beating Levy. He was yelling at her and doing things to her he’s done to me. I felt the anger rise in me. A burning, hot anger. I didn’t know what I was doing. And I didn’t care. I had to protect Levy. Dad obviously heard my footsteps because he turned around, his eyes widened as he saw what I was holding. I still didn’t care. And in the split second I raised my knife a loud bang echoed throughout the house. Looking down I saw a hole in my stomach. The motherfucker shot me. Shoving my knife into his stomach I kept going even when I was sure he was dead. With one last stab I let his body fall to the ground and mumbled

“See you in hell asshole.”