Stitches: A Short Story

Stitches
The story all begins with my six year old self in glenwood minnesota. My parents drop me off with my aunt and she takes me into the house. I remember the countertop that was marble with specs of dark inside of it and it was there immediately upon entering the house. I got a hug from my aunt on entering the house she told me to sit and watch the tv with the other kid who was there. I didn’t even know this person but they were spanish and had a horizontal striped t-shirt. We were eating now because my aunt cooked some pizza. Next what happens is we all are by the tv and I have a toy in my hand that I got from going to the circus the night before. I threw the the toy as hard as I could against the wall, the toy smacked the wall and then

I now had the stitches that I had to come to the hospital for. I don’t remember very much but my dad and mom both told me that on my way back home I told them that “I had felt the spiders crawling all over me”. I was also told I was really freaking out because of the spiders and swatting at the windows and seats of the car. The day after my stitches were done I took a look at my stitches and you can see the worm like pattern with the colored stitches sticking out of the sides. Later that day I felt the urge to rip the stitches out but it was a good thing that I didn’t because they were there to heal the wound that was created.
A few months later my parents decided to get a divorce and it was really hard on me and hurt me more than the normal issues would. After they got divorced I have got over a lot of problems that I used to face because I wasn’t strong enough to handle it before. Today the struggles get worse and worse as time goes by but it not because of coming home to my stepmom being there instead of my mom. I still visit my mom and grandpa to this day and it really didn’t have that big of an impact on the