Stitched Up

Goodbye, My Friend

This is ofc just a random creepypasta oc I made. The disease he has is not real (i think anyway lmao) so don't get pissy and be like "oh that disease doesn't exist!" like stfu, this is a madeup creepypasta, it's not made to be a real scary thing

Anyways! Enjoy reading! Check out my other stories as well if you haven't! :D

Thunder was walking home alongside his best friend, Melanie, on the sidewalk from school. He loved walking home with her, although he hated getting home. His parents fought all the time. It was something he hated. Thunder always ran straight to his room once he got home.

"You okay?" Melanie asked, glancing at her best friend. Thunder nodded his head since he couldn't speak. Most people at school just called him a Mute. If he could still talk, he would. He couldn't even remember what his voice sounded like. It's been 4 years since the last time he had ever spoken a word. Melanie sighed and looked ahead of her. "I wish you could get away from them." 'Them' was referring to his parents.

He nodded in agreement and for almost the rest of the way home, the two friends were silent, but of course Thunder was.

Soon, they reached Melanie's house and Thunder was sad that he was separated from his best friend, yet again. Whenever they reached her house, it was definitely his least favourite time of the day. 

Thunder adjusted the tight mask on his face as he waved goodbye to Melanie. "I'll text you!" Melanie yelled to him from her porch, waving back.

A pang of sadness fell over him, but he ignored it as he slowly walked home, kicking pebbles on the sidewalk every once in a while. He absolutely dreaded to get home and listen to his parents fight until he finally fell asleep.

He shook his head as he finally made it to his house. He stood at the end of the driveway before walking to the door and knocking on it since it was locked and he wasn't allowed to have a key.

Moments later, the door opened and it was Thunder's father. He was holding a beer bottle. "Get in." He said in a raspy, deep voice.

Thunder walked in and looked at his father. "You can take it off, I don't care." His father was referring to Thunder's mask. He then untied it from the back and placed it on the kitchen counter, revealing the cruel stitches on his mouth. "Your bitch of a mother is at the grocery store. She'll be back later.." His father explained, walking over to sit on the couch while chugging the entire beer down. "Bring me another one." He placed the bottle on the coffee table. Thunder reluctantly walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer from the bottom shelf. He slowly walked to where his father sat and handed it to him.

Thunder stood there for a moment before running to his room and shutting the door. He shook his head again as he took out a notebook which said 'Private Diary' on the front. He grabbed a pen from his bedside table and then sat down at his desk in the corner of his room. He opened the diary and turned it to a clean page and then sat there to think for a moment before beginning to write:

'Dear Diary,

School was good, as usual. I aced my Math and ELA test. We have a Social Studies and Science test tomorrow but I'm not very good at those subjects.. 

We had corn dogs for lunch, but of course I didn't eat. It smelled delicious though. I miss eating and drinking but I guess I'm fine, maybe once I'm out of this hell hole, I could again. I still don't know what my parents were thinking doing this to me. It doesn't make sense, I'll leave home in a couple of years and take these stitches off! Well.. anyways,

Melanie and I had fun talking, or.. er, she had fun talking to me and I had fun listening. Overall, it was a good day I just dread what's to come tonight after mother gets home.'

He finished writing and then closed the diary. Other than writing notes to Melanie, a diary was the only place he could dump his feelings. He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in and turned his head up at the ceiling. Why can't Mother stay out for the night? I don't know if I can listen to the fighting tonight. Thunder thought, sitting up but then laying his head on his desk.