This, my friends, is the last episode of the first season is FINALLY FINISHED!! Yeah, I know I said that season 2 was going to be released until Christmas but, I had really not much in mind, so I reckon I was going to release this episode and get started with Season 2 next week. I’m really stressed and tired because this month and stuff like that it’s been pretty wacky and what not. And one more thing, EVERY SEASON FINALS WILL BE EXTREMELY LONG!!! Due to it, I’ve decided just whatever and put it really long. So anyway, grab some popcorn, find you a comfortable spot, and enjoy!!
Stitches held the knife close to her chest, being leery of Jacine appearing out of no where and attacking with a sudden hit. The ground below her seemed like it was rumbling, but suddenly, it shot up with rocks, stone, dirt, and more Earth. Jacine laughed wickedly, “Your nothing but just a pile of shame and strings. I could tug on your heart any day!” Stitches grabbed onto a limb of an old tree, looking down as how high she is. ‘Oh. My. Dear. Mother. Of–‘ Somehow, she wasn’t floating anymore, like gravity was playing with her because she was now dangling from the tree branch! She was hoping and whispering to herself that it wouldn’t suddenly snap, but her lucks went out. The old tree branch snapped and suddenly she was falling.
With her screaming for help and falling, she closed her eyes, just preparing for when she dies. Until she was so close to the ground, she stopped falling, but continued screaming. “SHUT UP ALREADY!! YOU’RE LUCKY I DIDN’T KILL YOU! Like I should of have… but oh well,” Jacine yelped. She, then, somehow turned the gravity off. ‘How is she doing this? How is she controlling gravity…by turning a switch or something?’ Stitches thought. She opened her eyes and looked up to where Jacine was standing there, like the gravity was on for her. “My eyes can control the gravity of any place and any person. It’s not normal for a ghost to have powers but I guess I’m the only well-known ghost to have powers,” Jacine grabbed Stitches by her right leg and dug something sharp into her leg, causing her to scream in agony and to bleed. “You’re a useless little girl. Your blood must be delicious,” Jacine licked her lips in delight. She looked into Stitches eyes in a k***y way. Stitches tried to get back onto her feet, but it was useless by every minute she tried. “Aren’t you that stupid? You can’t walk. I turned off gravity for you, dumb a*s.”
Jacine let go of Stitches and turned on the gravity. Stitches wanted to just attack her, but there wouldn’t be any point into trying if she kept getting fooled by Jacine. She sighed, “Look, I just want to get this over with. Can I just go home?” She put her knife away, trying to pull her stitches tighter so they won’t come undone. “I would, but…” Jacine tapped her chin, “…I’m afraid I cannot do so,” Jacine looked up into Stitches eyes (well…eye) and smirked. She walked towards Stitches with the same stupid smile on her face. ‘Get closer,’ Stitches thought, ‘I freakin’ dare you.’ she gripped onto her knife that was in her back pocket while Jacine tried to play with her bottom lip, still having that smile on her ghostly face. “You know something, you must have tasty blood….” Jacine trailed off with an odd groan. ‘What the f**k. DID SHE SERIOUSLY SAY THAT MY BLOOD MIGHT BE TASTY?!’ Stitches thought, paranoid. “Wait, there’s something on your face,” Stitches pointed out, lying. “I do? Where?” Jacine oddly turned human in an instinct then Stitches grabbed her knife and stabbed her neck. With Jacine staring in horror and blood dripping, Stitches tried to move the knife across her neck to slice it but it was stuck in one position. “Damn you, woman,” Stitches muttered under her breath, “Damn you.”
After dawn started to hit, Stitches tried to search for Lily, who was still missing. Calling her name for the millionth time, a car pulled up from behind. She heard the car door slam shut then turned around. “Excuse me miss?” asked the voice behind her, “May you tell me where the nearest–” Stitches turned around, showing her only eye and her huge bang covering the stitched one. “Oh me, oh my! I’m so sorry, my dear,” the old woman patted Stitches shoulder, smiling sweetly that Stitches couldn’t help but to smile, “You must be a strange person to have those stitches all over your face. Would you like to come over for something to eat?” Stitches couldn’t just say no to this sweet woman, but slowly thinking it might be a trap. “Hmm…” she tapped her chin, looking at the old woman standing there looking at her, “…I might come over. What would you make?”
“I can make whatever you want, sweetheart,” she smiled, “I am an excellent baker.”
“Can you make chocolate cupcakes?” Stitches lifted her brow.
“Anything, doll. Anything to fill that tummy of yours.”
“Hmm…I might count on it. Where’s it at?”
“Oh dear. You mustn’t ask that.” The woman put her hand to her chest like she was in shock.
“I don’t give out my information in public, only to doctors. That is when I can trust them,” she pointed out, not making it obvious.
“Oh, alright,” Stitches turned around, accidentally revealing her stitched eye and face, “Take me there, then”
The old woman’s eyes widened like the size of an orange, “HOLY S**T BRUH WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU?!”
“A person,” she replied, not caring about the old woman’s reaction. “F**K THIS S**T I’M OUT, BOYYY!!” the woman raced to her car with such strange speed and dashed away, driving side to side. Stitches sighed and continued walking. She looked down at her dirty converses, kicking the little rocks along the side, making a little pathway. Awaiting for another adventure to begin.