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

Saturday, 7 March 2015

Stitch says it’s sorry about the man with the bat. It just wanted to help by showing me that I need to desensitize myself to killing to survive. It doesn’t understand why I don’t like feeling its joy.
 
Well I don’t care if you don’t get it, it’s not what I want! If you’re so worried about me then you should stop because I CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS!
 
But, of course, this isn’t really about me is it? This is all about you and your stupid hunger!
 
I’ve given you my blood! I’ve given you SO MUCH of my blood! My arms are covered in cuts to feed you! All I wanted to do was keep from killing people! Was that too much to ask??
 
This all makes sense now that I think about it! No wonder you didn’t want me thinking about the future! You didn’t want me to be in a place where I wouldn’t be afraid, because then I wouldn’t panic and you wouldn’t get to take over and kill!
 
You’re just like everyone else, messing with my head just to get what you want!
 
I hate this and I’ve had enough!
 
I won’t let you kill anymore. Try it and I’ll make sure we starve together

Sunday, 8 February 2015

Did you guys ever hear about horsehair worms? They’re parasites that live inside the bodies of insects such as crickets until they mature. They change the behavior of their host, eventually making it jump into water where it drowns and where the worms can squirm out and mate.

I’m still going to the libraries, just not as frequently and I’m being more selective on which ones I go to. I don’t want to make it easy for them, but what else am I going to do? I’m not going to be safer by hiding in a store or mall. I’d get kicked out if I stayed there too long anyway. I’m not going to be safer if I stay outside or squat in a basement either. Whatever I do, wherever I go, they’ll find me, so I might as well keep doing what I want.

 What I want.

What do I even want?  What can I even want? A normal life with a husband and kids later on? A career in the field of entomology? What’s the point of wanting something that won’t ever happen?

What about being afraid? Can I want to stop the fear and the panic? Is that even a possibility anymore?

Stitch says I shouldn’t worry about that stuff, and that I should just live in the present and keep going to the library. Stitch likes our trips to the library. It likes them because it knows it makes me happy and keeps me going. It says it wants me to keep going and it wants to help. It wants to protect me. That’s true I guess. It’s protected me before, right?

Except when it hasn’t