#why are jack's hands so freakishly big they scare me

[kitkat578]

size differences huh

[crystallllines]

right. body horror story now that it is almost 23:00 and i am in between writing scenes (and I kinda know how this next one will go).

so i’m lying in bed alone; jack wasn’t ready to sleep yet because he was stupid and took adderall too late. and i’m having trouble sleeping. one of the things that happens when i have trouble sleeping is that i become painfully aware of my body— the mass, the fat, the lack of bone definition, hair that needs waxing/shaving, zits… usually.

this night, however, my focus was drawn to something else entirely: my fucking toenails. they had gotten a little long. i thought, “ah, neat, this is actually something i can take care of myself immediately! i don’t just have to bear it and be determined to do better/different in the future!”

because idk if all people have nails like mine, but they’re pretty easy to just.. tear off when they get too long. no need for clippers.

so i reach below the blankets and i bend one knee so my foot is within reach, and i rip all those toenails off easy. nice. fucking great. i move on to the next foot: little toenail? Fine, comes off like i’m peeling off a new sticker. ring-toe? same. index toe? going great until—

that is a lot of nail coming off. either that toenail was freakishly long or— and this twists my stomach, because i have something weird about nails being ripped off— i’m peeling off all the nail— bed included. (for the record, it is not just dark, i am doing this beneath a blanket, so i can’t see shit.)

i pull a little more until— until it gets to the very edge and then i’m squicked out. i’m remembering the time i was 8 or 9 or 10 and i tripped on my across the street neighbors’ stone stairs and ripped off my big toenail, remembering how much that fucking bled. and omg i do not want to bleed all over those sheets, this blanket, my pajamas, and i do NOT want to rip off my whole nail.

i’m a little loopy at this point because i did take my sleeping meds. so the notion of putting my nail back in place? makes perfect sense. i climb out of bed and kinda limp-hop out to jack, because if anyone can put my toenail back on, it’s jack.

i still haven’t taken the time to look at it. the only time i see it is when i put my foot on the couch arm rest closest to jack and he reaches down and just plucks it off and tosses it in the ashtray.

on the one hand, i am relieved that i didn’t have to do that because i was imagining the skin getting caught and accidentally ripping off a small strip of skin down my toe (i think there is a scene in black swan like this, but with fingers, and uhhh… no me gusta, bro. it might be another movie.).

on the other hand, HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PUT IT BACK ON.

anyway, i wrapped it up in a bandaid that needed to be changed the next day because it was sooooo bloody. and by the end of the day, THAT one was soooo bloody. by the third day, it wasn’t bleeding anymore, so i felt safe (but reluctant) to go bandaid-free.

and let me tell you i have never felt more vulnerable in my life for like two days. not just physically vulnerable, but somehow emotionally vulnerable, too. all because my left index toe doesn’t have its little protective shield. it was fucking ridiculous.

Anyway, bio is nice so far. my instructor is a faculty member i befriended during my first month ever taking college classes (we had plans to go shopping together, until she found out I was a student, ooops!) and i’m very excited to be in her class. but she keeps talking about how science is scary— and i understand why, because, like, she’s trying to validate people who are scared of science classes, although… idk, i mean, i suppose they exist, but it would never occur to me to be scared of science classes (physics? maybe). and it’s sort of a bummer every time she says it. but it’s gucci, it’s fine.

[hxxgxx]

Picking Up The Pieces - Chapter 26

Mingyu x Reader

Chapter 26 

You stormed out of Pledis, fuming. How dare he try to control your life! You were tired of running away from your problems, yes it had brought you to Korea and meeting the boys, but no more. Enough was enough. You had to put the fear to the side and stand up for yourself for once. Jack had no power over you anymore. None and now it was time to prove it. 

The fresh air was doing you good and you decided to walk a bit to help you calm down a bit faster. You hated that you had a fight with Mingyu, but he needed to realize that you were your own person and you could make your own choices, even if he thought they were stupid. 

Slowly, the air began to take effect and you began to calm down as you wandered through the streets. While it was the middle of the day, the sky’s dark storm clouds made it feel like night. Even some of the street lights began to turn on. Zoning out you just kept on walking and walking, with no destination in mind.

Mingyu raced out of the building to find you and frantically looked up and down the street. Empty. You were nowhere to be seen. 

“Shit,” he said, causing people on the street to look at him strangely. He quickly got his phone out and called Seungkwan. “Hey Kwan, she’s not out here.”

“Maybe she went for a walk?”

“I’m going to go look for her. Did you bring a coat today? The sky is freakishly dark and I know she didn’t have one on when we left her apartment this morning.”

“Ya, I’ll bring it down, just a minute,” Seungkwan replied hanging up the phone. 

Mingyu sighed, waiting in the lobby. Why did he have to have such a bad temper when it came to you. All he wanted to do was keep you safe, but he lost all of his common sense. Of course you wanted to keep working. You loved your job. He felt like such an idiot for saying you’d cause the kids to get hurt. 

“Here you go man,” Seungkwan said, interrupting his thoughts. “Don’t get stuck in your head. You like her and want her to be safe, we know that, but she doesn’t. Just explain it to her, tell her how you’re feeling and she’ll understand, okay? Just make sure she’s okay.”

Mingyu thanked him once again and started out to look for you. He kept calling, but your phone kept putting him straight to voicemail. “Serves me right, I’d do the same thing,” he thought to himself. However, when he checked all of your usual places around Pledis and you were nowhere to be found, he began to worry once again. 

Eventually, Mingyu began to walk around, frantically calling your name and constantly calling to no avail. He racked his brain trying to think of where you could’ve gone, when suddenly it dawned on him. 

You had found yourself at the Han River after what seemed like an eternity of wandering around. This river always calmed you and you found you were in the same spot where you had first met all the boys together. Sitting down you got lost in your thoughts staring out at the water. You didn’t know why Jack still cared about you after everything that he had done and you definitely didn’t know why he came all the way to Korea. What did he want with you? Why now You sighed and put your head in your hands, the tears beginning to flow. Not because of sadness, but because of the overload of emotions you were feeling: fear, anger, frustration and hurt. 

Mingyu ran to the river, hoping with all his heart that you would be there. When he saw your crouched over figure sitting on the grass, he stopped trying to catch his breath, a sense of relief washing over him. However, when he noticed your shoulders shaking from crying, his heart broke in two. Carefully, he walked up and sat down beside you, not too close.

“Y/N,” he whispered. When you didn’t reply it crushed him. “Princess...I’m so sorry...please...”

You looked up at him, eyes red from crying, but dead from any emotion. “What?”

He winced, “I shouldn’t have said what I said...it was too far. I know that. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have.”

Mingyu gulped. You weren’t giving him anything. He knew you were mad and that in order for you to forgive him, he’d need to be honest. “I just want to protect you.”

“Mingyu, I’m not some fragile little doll that’s going to break. I have a life that I want to live, you know. You get to do all these amazing things, but have stalkers that follow you and the boys. Why do I have to give up everything and hide away? That’s not living anymore and if that’s what I have to do I might as well go back home cause that’s what life was like there.”

“Please...don’t go...”

“Let me breathe then! I can’t do this hiding thing anymore. I’m sick of it!” you exclaimed. Mingyu knew you were right. 

“Okay.”

“Thank you! Also, you are not off the hook. How dare you yell at me like that! I’m not some thing you get to control Kim Mingyu. You don’t get to make my life decisions for me. I never thought you’d talk to me life that. I thought you were better than that.”

Again, Mingyu winced, your words cutting him sharply. “I just want to keep you safe.”

“Mingyu, it’s not your job to do that!”

He sighed, knowing he was about to spill everything to you. “Can’t it be?”

You froze. Did he just say what you thought he said. “What...?”

You watched Mingyu take a deep breath before he turned and met your eyes for the first time since he had sat down. “Y/N, I like you. Like, like like you. I want to be the person that you rely on, the person you call when you need to talk. The one that makes you smile and the one that keeps you safe. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I just can’t keep pretending to be just your friend anymore. I know it’s not an excuse for my actions and I am so sorry for the way I acted, but it did come from a place of love. It’s not okay for you to be treated that way and I promise I won’t ever talk to you like that again, but I like you Y/N. It breaks my heart to see you hurt and to see someone threatening you and I just wanted to protect you and keep you happy.”

You stared at him, shocked at what the boy in front of you had just said. Your heart was pounding so loud, you were sure he could hear it. You turned your wide gaze back to the river, trying to absorb what had just been said. Mingyu on the other hand stared at you, trying to gage your reaction. 

After what seemed like an eternity you finally spoke. “You’re an idiot you know that?”

Mingyu snapped his eyes to meet yours, which glinted with humor. 

“I like you too you big oaf,” you said with a laugh. Mingyu’s whole face lit up as he wrapped you in a big hug.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, but if you ever speak to me like that again we are going to have problems Kim Mingyu.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, tightening his hug causing you to laugh.

“Mingyu?” you questioned looking up at him.

“Yes my princess?”

“I’m freezing, can we go back home before it rains?”

Mingyu smiled, taking your hand as the two of you walked back to the company. The anger from before vanished and replaced by the giddiness of what had just occurred. Not much was said on the walk back, but the smile and shy looks at each other said it all. 

“Gyu?” you asked quietly. 

“Mhmm?”

“What do we tell the others?”

Mingyu just laughed. “They all knew how I felt about you and kept telling me you liked me too, but I was too stubborn and scared to listen to them.” He smiled, looking down at your hand in his. “I don’t think that they’ll be that surprised.”

You nodded as you held his hand tightly, going back up to the meeting room. Mingyu gingerly opened the door and poked his head into the room.

Vernon jumped up, “Please for the love of god tell me you found her!”

“Yeah, I did,” he smiled squeezing your hand as you stood behind him still.

“Good. We’ve got a problem,” the PR head stated.

You dropped his hand and pushed into the room, eyes wide. What now...

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[call-me-rei]

Chapter 37

“I found out what it takes to be a man.”

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Vic took me down to the beach after our kiss on the pier. We took off our shoes and carried them in opposite hands as we walked hand in hand along the shoreline. It was very romance movie. Once we got tired of walking we sat in the sand and stared out into the horizon. It was a clear night with the moon was shining overhead and reflecting into the ocean.

I leaned my head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent. His cologne mixed with the salty air around us in a perfect way. I nuzzled my nose into the crook of his neck and he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“I don’t want today to end,” I whispered. “This was the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.”

He planted a soft kiss on my forehead and squeezed my hip gently. “I’m glad. I was really worried about it.”

I lifted my head to look into his eyes. “You were?”

“Well, yeah. You’ve been through a lot these last few months. I wanted to give you a day you could enjoy.”

My heart fluttered at his words. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten so lucky with a boyfriend like him. “You know, you’re really sweet. It’s hard to believe that everyone’s afraid of you.”

He chuckled. “A bit, yeah.”

“Why is that?” He hummed in question, so I tried again. “Why is the school afraid of you? What’d you do?”

“Well, what have you heard?” he asked with a nervous chuckle.

It was my turn to chuckle. Memories of what my friends had told me about Vic during my first week of school came back to me. “I’ve heard that you’re in a gang, or that you sell drugs on the side. Obviously I know that’s not true, but it’s funny what everyone comes up with.”

“Right? They make me out to be cooler than I am.”

“That’s not true,” I defended, “I think you’re pretty cool.” He smiled and pulled me back into him. I wrapped my arms around his middle before I asked, “So what’s the truth then?”

Vic ran his fingers up and down my back slowly as he looked thoughtfully at the sky. “It happened my sophomore year. I went to a party with Mike; he was in eighth grade at the time. But like, he was freakishly tall, so no one questioned why a fourteen-year-old was at a party with juniors and seniors.

“Well, we were there and having an okay time. Next thing I know Mike is starting to get into it with this jacked dude. This guy was huge and mad at my brother because his girlfriend was flirting with him and the guy thought Mike was making a move. And he might’ve been, I don’t know. All I knew was that this guy was going to hurt my brother. So, I did what any good big brother would do: I stood in front of the guy and squared up. I wasn’t going to let anyone talk to Mike that way or try to intimidate him.”

“You fought the guy?”

“Kinda,” he continued. “I soon learned that this guy was the captain of the wrestling team and wasn’t one to be messed with. He swung at me, but I ducked in time then swung back at him. Now, he might’ve been big, but he couldn’t fight outside of the wrestling mat. I punched him in the jaw and he went down. I went back to school that Monday and everyone was talking about how the ‘little sophomore knocked out a senior’. I wanna say that no one messed with me after that, but that would be wishful thinking. People tried it but they learned not to fuck with me or the people I love.”

I reached and poked his bicep with my finger. “I can’t believe you knocked a guy out.”

“What, you don’t think these arms could do it?”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that. I just think it’s kinda hot. I wish I could’ve been there.”

“I could flex for you now if you want.” He patted his bicep for emphasis. I quickly poked him in the stomach to shut him up. “Alright, alright,” he laughed.

I shook my head before resting it back on his shoulder. Then I lifted it again when a question popped in my head. “Wait, so why’d you try to beat me up? I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Vic’s face lit up in realization. “Oh, that was because I thought you were cute and I didn’t know what to do about it.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but blush at his confession. “Well for the record I think you’re cute too.”

“I hope so! This relationship would be really awkward if you didn’t.”

I couldn’t contain the ugly cackle that left my mouth at his joke. Vic joined me in laughter then gazed at me once we’d both calmed down. He brought me into him once more and drew shapes on my back with his finger. “I hope you had a good day,” he said softly.

I nuzzled into him. “It was perfect. Thank you for all of it.”

“You’re perfect.” He held my chin with his thumb and index finger and pulled my face to his. We shared another sweet kiss under the moonlight as the waves met the shore.

***

Things felt off the day after my birthday. Aside from the fact that it was Monday, the vibe at school was off, and I couldn’t figure out why. People kept staring at me when I passed them. I was kind of used to it already. Ever since my first day kids were staring at me because I “stood up to Vic,” then they started staring at me because Vic and I became “friends.” These stares felt different though.

It felt as if everyone knew something, and they were looking at me trying to figure out if I knew it too. Like there was some huge secret that they couldn’t tell me for whatever reason. I almost wanted to scream at them and ask what was wrong, but I knew nothing would come of it. So I just walked.

Lynn was by my side as I entered the building. I could tell she noticed the stares too. She grabbed onto my arm when they got too intense and she started to get intimidated. I tried my best to keep cool as we walked down the hall. She finally let go when we reached my locker.

“What did you do?” she asked.

I shrugged. “How am I supposed to know? We literally just got here. I know as much as you do.”

“Well something happened and apparently everyone knows about it.” I hummed. That much was obvious. “Do you think they know about Rick?”

I froze. The issues with Rick ended a month prior, so it seemed unlikely that that information would just now be spreading around the school. Besides, the only people I had told about Rick were my friends. I was sure none of them would say anything to anyone else, but maybe someone overheard us? But why wait a whole month to tell other people? That didn’t make much sense. My mind spun in circles with those questions.

I shut my locker door and looked around. I wanted to figure out who would’ve told the entire school my business. The truth was I didn’t know anyone in this school aside from my group of friends. Any one of these other kids could’ve said something. And since rumors don’t have a timeline, it wouldn’t be too preposterous that that person wanted to spread shit about me now.

The thought scared me, then angered me. I didn’t appreciate rumors being spread about me, especially not about my family life and my abusive ex-stepfather. It wasn’t anyone’s business, but I’d be dammed if they started talking about me behind my back.

“Kells?” I looked down at my friend who was staring at me with concern in her eyes. “C’mon,” she said softly, “let’s go to class.” She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and led us to calculus, passing kids as they stared and whispered.

***

The day didn’t get better. All through calculus I felt different pairs of eyes on me. It took everything in me not to lash out. English class was worse. I noticed kids whispering to each other when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. I couldn’t make out much of what was said, but whatever it was had them all looking at me and snickering. By the time I got to choir I thought I could hear their thoughts as well.

He comes from a broken home.

His dad doesn’t love him, that’s why he hits him.

He deserves it. Gay piece of shit.

Or maybe those were the thoughts I had in the back of my own mind. Things had been going too well lately, why not add some depression to keep things level? Because of course, good things don’t last forever.

I walked out of the choir hall and into the atrium. I wanted to leave the building, maybe just go home and forget about my last class. It was pretty much a blow off class anyway, and Lynn or Sav could give me notes. At least if I wasn’t there I wouldn’t be made fun of.

I sat down and was about to pull out my phone to text the girls when I saw Lynn walk up to me with a worried look on her face. I immediately stood.

“What’s wrong?” I’d never seen her look so upset before.

She chewed on her bottom lip. “I think I figured out why people have been staring at you.”

“It’s Rick, right? They know what he did?” Panic was starting to course through me. All I could think was that my whole school knew I had been abused at home. That was, until Lynn spoke again.

“That’s not it.” She said it so softly that I almost missed it amongst the chatter in the atrium.

“Then what is it?” She started playing with her fingers. “Lynn?”

“Have you…been online today? Checked social media?”

I shook my head. “Tell me what’s going on.”

With a sigh, Lynn pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen. She handed it to me once she was done. I was confused and wondered why I was staring at a Twitter page.

“Lynn, wh-”

“Just look,” she said, cutting me off.

I took another look, finally acknowledging what all was on the screen. It was Jacob’s Twitter page. I looked at Lynn again but she just gestured for me to look back at her phone, so I did.

I scrolled down from his header to the most recent tweet. Then I almost dropped the phone.

His most recent tweet was a picture. A picture of me with Vic the night before. We were kissing on the pier. That picture had been tweeted out to Jacob’s 1,000+ followers, most of which I assumed went to our school. That would explain the stares.

“Is this…” I couldn’t even finish my thought.

Lynn nodded. “I heard some kids talking about it in sixth period so I looked for it and…well...”

I sat back down. “Does Vic know?”

“I don’t-” She was cut off by a booming voice at the end of the hall.

“Wheeler!” Everyone in the atrium immediately went silent and looked in the direction of the angry yell. I just put my head in my hands; I already knew who it was, and I knew he was pissed.

“Where the fuck is he?” Vic had stormed up and was next to me now, standing in between me and Lynn. I didn’t make a move, but others did. Kids circled around the three of us so they wouldn’t miss anything that was about to happen.

I didn’t want to be there for it. Vic was pissed, rightfully so, but I’d never seen him so angry before. It was understandable though since he had been wrongfully outed by the biggest jerk in school. Still, I was frightened, embarrassed, and heartbroken. This wasn’t fair to Vic, and knowing how scared he was to come out, I knew he’d want revenge for what was done.

“Jacob fucking Wheeler get your ass here now! Fucking face me you coward!”

The kids around us looked in every direction trying to find Jacob. Then the corwd parted. Jacob appeared from the crowd with a cocky grin on his face. I wanted nothing more but to wipe it off, and apparently Vic had the same idea. He took some steps forward.

“What the fuck, Wheeler?”

“What? Were you trying to keep it a secret? That you’re gay and you’re dating that little piece of shit?” He gestured to me. I stood up in anger.

“Shut up you tool,” I spat. He just laughed in my face.

“Aw, are you trying to stand up for your little boyfriend. It’s funny Fuentes, I would’ve thought at the very least you could pull someone better. Instead you go for him?”

Vic didn’t say anything; he just stood there with his fists clenched. Jacob took that as a sign to continue.

“Why him? Is he easy? Is that the reason you guys became friends so suddenly? He sucked your dick to get on your good side, didn’t he?”

“Leave him out of this,” Vic seethed through his teeth.

“Or what? What the fuck will you do? I’m not afraid of some fucking fa-”

He never got the chance to finish his sentence because in a flash Vic had pushed him against a nearby wall. Some girls screamed as they ran and dodged the two of them. Vic had a tight grip on Jacob’s collar with one hand and his other forearm on his neck, clearly cutting off circulation.

“Now Wheeler,” he started in a eerily calm voice, “didn’t your parents teach you that that word isn’t very nice? You could really piss someone off when you say shit like that.”

Jacob sputtered out a couple coughs in response.

“Let’s get one thing straight: you posting that picture was a bitch move, and I will make sure that you know that every time I see you. And in case you don’t think I’m serious, remember this: I was gay when I kicked your ass last year. I was gay when I kicked your ass at the beginning of this year. Hell, I’m openly gay now, but I’ll still kick your ass. Don’t fucking test me. Now, you’re going to leave me, my friends, and the boy I love alone, or else I’ll make this last month of school the worst one for you.”

Vic shoved Jacob angrily against the wall after his speech and watched as he cowered. Jacob’s friends helped him off the ground and retreated along with a few kids who were watching the scene unfold. Vic wasn’t concerned with any of that though. Once Jacob was gone he walked over to me. The rage that was once in his eyes was replaced with concern as he asked, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, trying to get a grasp on everything that I had just witnessed. Then something occurred to me.

“You love me?”

Vic’s expression went from worried to confused to shocked. “What?”

I tried again, this time with a smile playing on my lips. “You love me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well…it wasn’t supposed to come out like that. I was thinking I’d tell you in a more romantic way. Maybe with a nice dinner, not when I was about to beat some guy up.”

“Yeah, but you did it for me. I think that’s pretty romantic.”

“And I’d do it again if I needed to.” I smirked as I walked toward him to close the space between us.

“See? Romantic.”

“I guess.” He put his hands on my hips and stared into my eyes. “I wanna try this again, properly this time. I love you, KQ.”

I put my hands on his face and closed the space between our lips. “I love you, too.”

[midnight-stiches]

Midnight Stitches

{S} was a 'normal' kid she was born with black hair and skin was as pale as snow her beautiful icy blue eyes seemed to almost have a glow to them. She was tall for her age, are the age of 15 she was already 5'9. Her mom thought she couldn't get any taller. As for her dad, he didn't care. Not as long as she didn't get in his way. {S} grew to be 6'6. Her dad took notice and he told her, "Why can't you be a 'normal' height for a 'FEMALE'? Why do you have to be so freakishly tall?

She was now 18 and Her father had had enough of her and wanted to set it straight. He wanted her gone.

She was just sitting in her room minding her business and he came in knife in hand and told her, "Shall I or will you?" She looked at him confused and as she took notice of his knife she now knew what he meant. His question was plain and simple, should I kill you? Or would you kill yourself? She shook as he stepped closer. "Now, now need to be scared, my little 'princess' dad will read you a bedtime story. Her father smirked. She stood up close to her father's height. "Wrong action sweetie." As she was about to ask why he quickly grabbed her neck. "Now how should it be? Quick and painless? Or slow and miserable?" "Shall I tear you up like a piece of meat? Oh we'll see.

(⚠️!!GORE WARNING!!!⚠️)

He pinned her down and calmly said, "Now we would want any begging now would we?" Her eyes grew as tears began to make their way down her face. He forcefully opened her mouth cut off her tough, blood dripping down and out of her mouth. He closed her mouth swollen and covered in blood. Then he set the knife's blade on her chest. As the blood went through her dress. she began to feel woozy and lightheaded. She looked at him her eyes fading and looking dull. He then he began to cut her feet off. She almost faded from the blood loss. He tapped her forehead and then told her, "Goodnight." Then pushed the blade against her neck.

(Gore ends here!)

A scream was heard after he stood. He turned to see his wife horrified. She had walked in on her husband murdering their only child.

Skip to {S}---

She woke up in a dark room knowing she was dead made her uneasy. She knew her father hated her but she didn't know that much.

She swore to protect whomever came across her and make sure to also make sure they had no problems if they did she'd have to take care of them for her.

Bri was 6, she loved to spend time with those whom she loved. Her family was small her being the only child she quite liked it like that. One day Bri was making sure all the rocks weren't on the porch, and she heard someone or something behind her. Getting a little frightened she stood still processing on what to do.

She finally turned around and say a girl. The girl's mouth had been sewn shut and her hair covering her eyes. She had short messy black hair that faded to a dark gray to a slightly lighter grey. She wore a long dress that went passed her feet. And she had her hand behind her back. Her whole mouth sewn shut into a smile. Not one of those big over the top creepy smiles. It was one that made you look friendly if someone was passing by. Her dress being mostly black with grey looked of a older fashion. And it had a slight turtleneck that only went past to her mid-neck. She was much taller then Bri.

Feeling a bit uneasy by who this stranger was and why she was on her porch. H-hello. Bri said as the uneasy feeling worsened and she began to feel nauseous. W-who, what are you? Bri asked nervously. I'm {S} and I'm her to help you. {S} replied calmly. S-so you aren't h-here to kill me? Bri asked carefully. W-why? You look like I shouldn't trust you. Bri states feeling slightly confused. Shh ,if you question it something might happen to you. {S} says unamused. Bri gives her a confused look.

Skip to 7 years later. {S} was sitting on a chair reading, and Bri comes in {S} looks up from the book and under her bangs raises a brow. What's wrong Bri {S} asks. Then looks back down at the book. A classmate told me to swallow some bleach. Bri told her. And they also told me 'Also to pour it over myself and maybe it'll clean up how I look. Bri said about to cry. It sounded worse in her head then out loud to {S}.

All {S} could think was, Now I know why they usually have a stereotype of girls being overly sensitive. I mean it's not all the time someone tells you to drink bleach or pour it over yourself. Why bleach though?

{S} mentality question humanity. Okay look Bri I'll take care of it okay? {S} told her. Okay. Bri replies. Go to bed it's Ten pm, it's past your bedtime. {S} told her glancing as the clock.

It was Midnight and she told herself, I promised I'd protect whom ever I befriended did I? I just can't believe the first one is this stupid. She found the person's house and went to their bedroom and quickly uncovered her eyes removing the stitchings and opening her blue eyes now faded to more of a grayish blue. And looked down at the kid sleeping. Then took a breath and removed the stitches from her mouth not opening it at all. Then she lightly tapped the kid to see how light of a sleeper they where. She took the sewing kit out and quickly stitched the kids mouth and eyes closed drawing blood from the small holes the needle poked in the skin. When she was done she turned in invisible to where the kid couldn't see her. The kid was waking up. As they sat up they couldn't help but notice how they couldn't open their eyes, or mouth as a matter of fact. She whispered "Shh keep quiet. You'll wake your parents." The kid looking like they where going to pee themselves, and shook in bed. She went back to check on Bri. She was sleeping soundly not knowing what her friend had just done. {S} places her hand on Bri's head patting it slightly. She got the feeling something was going to happen.

It was a Saturday, the sun shining down brightly. Bri, her father and {S} were all in the car, Hey {S} what's your real name? Bri asked her. About to answer but her feeling returned a feeling of dread. She looked out the front window as everything slowed down, she grabbed Bri and put herself in front of Bri holding on as tightly as she could. It wasn't enough though. She opened her eyes her mouth sewn shut again, her eyes weren't. She looked down still holding Bri. Bri terribly beaten from the crash she moved Bri from the car and sat her on the ground. Trying to stop the bleeding she remembered something. She grabbed the needle and quickly stitched all the wounds closed but to no avail. She had died not long after. Her dad was also dead from the crash. The car hit a truck, not a way they'd live from that. She looked from a way to call 911 and called. She sat there holding Bri until the ambulance arrived.

3 weeks after the accident. {S} was hovering over Bri's gravestone. Bri Miami Overington ~January 19th 1978~ to June 6th 1985~ She couldn't think of a way to revenge her. She remembered the question Bri had asked her. Sara, is my name. She told the gravestone as she sat her hand on it. A idea stuck in her mind. A twisted, sick idea. She disappeared to a random house.

It was Midnight. As she whispered to the kid Shh, screaming will only make it worse. She put her hand over the kids mouth to stop any screaming. She sewed the kid's mouth shut. You'll give me a headache, So be quiet. She told the kid. The kid was crying she turned the kid to face her staring as the kid face to face. Her dead, cold eyes staring into the kids scared,bright eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, once she did blood poured out. Making it look like she'd had her mouth filling with blood for hours on end. Skin slightly breaking from her mouth being closed for so long and small amounts of blood coming from the holes under and above her eyes. "You've seen, you've screamed and now your left completely unable to do anything. So hush now, you've given me a headache."

They've said if you hear a click in you room at night, don't move, don't make a sound. She might just leave you alone.... But most importantly, don't look into her eyes....

A/N

Hey! I hope you enjoyed this short story! It's bad I know but I tried to be at least a little scary. I guess you could say I got a little inspiration from Laughing Jack's and Laughing Jill's story. I'm not quite sure though. But any who it did take me a little while to find out how to end this off, but I think I did okay. Oh well who knows.

(For any questions you may or may not have....)

-Is Sara {S}'s real name?... yes.

-Is {S} a ghost?.... Yes.

-Does {S} only go after kids?.... No.

-Is {S} real?.... No, {S} is a fictional character I made up for a scary(ish) story.

-How old is {S} and Bri?.... {S} is 18 years old. And Bri was/is 13.

-What's {S} favorite food?.... Nothing she doesn't eat.

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Okay if you have any questions I will or will try to answer them! Anyway, bye!