Stitch Sad Novels & Stories

I sympathized. "I should be apologizing, Athena, for what they did to you." "Uncle, please don't say that. I'm fine now, but you're broken," I observed, noticing tears welling up in his eyes. Moved by his pain, I approached him to offer comfort, understanding the weight of his hurt for not knowing about their nefarious plans. "You seem to be packing," I observed, the room resonating with the tangible weight of his emotional turmoil. "I can't endure life in this pack any longer, I'm branded a traitor by all. It's an agonizing existence. I need to break free," he confessed, tears tracing creeks down his face, evoking an empathetic response from my own eyes.

She might not know what caused their beef but for Sadie to declare war with her own family, that means they've really done a lot to her. But.... how can her sister stab her? For what? Mia sighed glancing at Sadie, it's a real puzzle. Sadie was fighting with her inner self, she vowed not to let a tear drop because of her family again. But each time, she just can't hold the tears but today. She won't cry, not for Carly Sadie blinked the tears away without letting any drop. " Are you okay Sadie?" Mia asked worriedly, as much as Sadie is not a great talker, she doesn't like when she's silent.

I said not so sure of my voice. "Staz, are you alright?" she sounded very concerned. "H-he-e marked me Clo..." I let out with a trembling voice. A tear found it's way down my cheek. "I know, I'm so sorry Staz, no one deserves that." She cooed at me through the phone. My sister was so caring.

Whatever you do, do NOT pass out! Squeezing the jagged cut together the best I can with one trembling hand while trying to adhere the butterfly stitch proves to be nearly impossible and agonizing. Sweat beads across my brow as I carefully placed the last strip of a butterfly stitch over the seam of the bloody wound. It's still bleeding a little, but no longer gaping open on the side of my arm.

Maya “What?” Tears cringed my eyelids as I held the damaged necklace in my hands. What was I going to do now? “I’m so never drinking that amount of whisky again...” I rubbed my head saying. I didn’t regret kicking their asses though. It’s just that... my sunlight ornament had to pay for it now which was hurtful. “I hate when you cry, mate... please stop.” He stepped closer, saying. “How am I going to get this fixed? Delilah crossed lengths to have this made, and we aren’t anyway closer to her.”

I scoffed. “ you know... Now that I think of it, I think the name's kind of familiar. My mom used to have a catalogue of pictures with her, she said she got it from a magazine in the orphanage where she stayed. It was called.... Uhmm..... What was the name now... Yeah Taylor stitches." Ryan just stared at me so I was forced to continue.

She asks more to herself than me. Maya feels satisfied though sad for the bond and friendship she is losing forever. A part of us hoped we would bring her back but this was the only way. She put her hand over bleeding neck and doesn't do anything to stop it. “ I am sorry it came to this Stacy. But I couldn't stay and watch while you hurt everyone like that.” I tell her. My voice is shallow as my body tries to heal from the damage that Stacy brought to my stomach. “ You are just a selfish bitch don't act like you are hurt by your actions when are rejoying in your heart. You are the worst friend I have ever had.” She coughs out blood.

He picked something up and turned back to me, with his expression unreadable. then he walked back to me with a smile on his face. He placed a dark silk ribbon in my hand. “This is just a symbol,” he said. “Not to hold you, but to remind you that you're here by choice.” I held the ribbon, unsure what to say. My heart beat loudly in my ears, I didn't understand what he meant. “You don’t have to do anything,” he said gently. “But if you stay, I’ll guide you Slowly and carefully.”

I shouted, sobbing. Styx pulled me and quickly locked me in his arms. My body instinctively moved to push him away, but he didn't budge. He hugged me tighter and whispered something I couldn't understand. "Shh, I'm sorry, please. I'm sorry, calm down, babe. I'm here, I'm here."

My heart tore a little at hearing the uncertainty in her fragile tone. " Yes," I softly replied to her. " Whhoo whoo are you?" she stuttered out at me so fast I almost missed what she had asked. " My name is Steffon, my love." I could hear the air hitch in her throat the moment I called her my love. " YYYour voice sounds familar to me, do I know you?" she quietly asks, seeming that she was sure she already knew the answer to her question. " Yes, Sarah my love," her breathing became so irratic so fast I didn't have a chance to respond to her, before her cries echoed through the air encircling me with all her pain. Her broken voice ripping pieces from my heart at each word she