Stitch Sad Novels & Stories

1 The other picture is of a couple, and looking closely I see that it’s Stefan and what I am guessing is his wife, Sadia. He’s making the silliest face and pointing to her belly and she looks as if she’s laughing. He looks so completely at ease, so happy. Nothing like what he looks like now. I initially thought he was just angry, but now I see that he’s actually grieving. 0

She was looking down at herself, examining the stitches. “The doctor said I got eight stitches to close up the stab wound,” she said quietly. “That I’ll have another scar on my chest.” She glanced up now, her eyes full of hurt. “I guess I can add it to my collection, huh?” Luke wrapped his arms around her, surprised yet again at the gift of her vulnerability. Fuck, she’d been through enough – more than enough.

She chose- Nashe Si Cadh Gayi by Arijit Sing, a Bollywood song, and raised the volume. She put the application on autoplay and started cleaning the place with some wiggling and dancing. Her mood was lightened being away from all the thoughts. Being away from Ved's comments, being away from those disappointed eyes that shouted how much she has hurt him. He's not showing it, but that's the worst scenario. When a person doesn't talk about what some did to them, the feelings eat the person's mind and that's what happening with Ved. Mayra wanted to ease that pain, to tell him it would be okay, but she can't.

And right now, I was only on the fourth. One last chance. With ten minutes left before the three-hour deadline, I gathered every slip of paper I had collected and burned them to ash. I deleted every recording on my phone. Then I took the utility knife from my bedside table, pressed the blade hard against my skin, and carved away the entire patch of flesh bearing the carved words. I hurled it straight into the wash closet. By the time I finished, the ten minutes were up. I felt my body dissolve, muscle and flesh sloughing off my bones in chunks.

She saw three of the brothers staring at her. But right now, the nightmare still loomed in her mind, and she wanted more than anything to forget. And so she stood, confusing the three of them as they watched as Sadie began to undress. “What are you doing, Sadie? You're weak,” one of them said. “No! I'm thinking clearly right now, and what I want is for four of you to claim me and make me forget what happened. I want you to brand me and mark me. I want your marks to take away my trauma,” she said.

But how will I deal with all my problems ? Out of nowhere an idea pops into my mind. I suddenly pluck out one of the candles from the table. It won't be that bad. Let me see whether this can help me. I stretch my right arm and tilt the candle slowly. I wince and fist my palm as the candle wax falls on the warm skin of my arm, causing a stinging sensation in the area. Tears start to form in my eyes as memories of my high school life flash through my mind. People calling me stutter boy, nerd, worthless, stupid, disgusting. I hear it every day. And I know it's true. I'm worthless and disgusting.

I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room. I tried my best to stay strong. To not break down in front of him, but I miserably failed! I can't do this anymore. Looking at him is making me weaker and weaker. How could he do that to me? I am feeling so miserable that I am starting to pity myself. The pain is growing inside me to the extent I can't bear anymore. I ran and ran trying to get far away from him. He is just playing with me. I am just a game to him. Tears brimming my eyes making it hard for me to see. Each step getting heavier making me slow down in my track.

"I never said I loved you, Sarah. And I don't appreciate you putting words in my mouth. We're just casual, okay? That's all it is." She looked hurt and angry. "So you're just going to keep seeing other girls? Is that it?" I shrugged. "I don't know, Sarah. Maybe. I'm not making any promises." She stood up from the table and glared at me. "You know what? I'm done with this. I'm done with you. You can go find someone else to play your stupid games with." I watched as she stormed out of the cafeteria, and I didn't feel a twinge of guilt.

I was distracted by the white paper that had fallen when I picked up Sassa. I was shaking as I pick up the letter. ------- To my beloved Queen, Smile now, My Love. You're burden-free now. I let you go. Like a free bird. I'm so sorry for clipping your wings. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry I ruined your life. I'm sorry you met someone like me. But I will never regret meeting you, loving you, and most importantly, I will never regret that you're the mother of my only child.

“Also, if I die mysteriously, I want my funeral playlist to include one emotional Taylor Swift ballad.” “You’re not dying,” she snapped. “But fine. Also adding Megan Thee Stallion. You’d want people to twerk in your memory.” I laughed harder, wiping a stray tear from the corner of my eye. “I’ll let you off the hook for now.” Sadie said eventually, her voice warm. “But if he so much as breathes the wrong words, I’m showing up with my limited edition purple lightsaber.” “You mean the fake one that lights up and makes sound effects?” I finished for her.