Eliazer King's POV

the mirror is one of the worst things I could've done. I knew what I looked like, yet I couldn't stop what I saw beyond. Beyond my face, beyond my eye was a story only Jared knew. I trust him, he's like a little brother to me, a little brother I never had. The door opening and closing brought my attention.

I didn't bother looking, the atmosphere told me everything. Bryn paused mid sentence, and I know what she was looking at. She was looking at the scars that covered all around my upper body and torso. The scars that I'd grown used to in the years of my life. Some were simple, some were terrible, some were just as bad as others.

That's what I was looking at in the mirror.

My story, my life, my battle.

Everyone goes through pain, they just go through it under different circumstances.

"E-Eliazer." She said. I didn't bother looking at her. She felt pity, pity that I detested. I grabbed my shirt, hastily slipping it on. Afterward, I sat on the edge of my bed, looking at the desk in the corner of my room.

"Those-uh, those are the newspapers of that killer, right?" Bryn asked, referring to the newspapers I had taped to the wall in my little corner.

"Yeah," I mumbled, looking at them. The murders of the men and women that were the same.

Eyes and mouths sewn shut, died of asphyxiation.

Bryn took a seat next to me, awkwardly sitting down straight. At some point, she slumped, looking around the room. "Very neat for a guy." She stated.

"It turned into a habit." I bitterly said. It wasn't directed towards her, but I think she understood that.

"No pictures? Nothing on the wall?" She asked.

I shook my head. "I have nothing to put either way. Don't own a camera either." I replied, leaning my elbows on my knees.

She hummed. "That's gonna change." She said, more to herself.

Gonna change?

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We were back in school, everything normal. Almost as if there was a shooting two weeks ago, leaving me dumbfounded at how people move on quickly with their lives.

How can a person do that?

I was walking through the hallways trying to get to lunch when a certain someone purposefully got in my way.

"Hello there Kegan." I greeted. She looked me up and down, distaste in her eyes.

"Atkinson." She replied. I made no movement, she didn't either. I held my ground, she held hers.

"So, do you know how much I dislike you?" She stated, obviously wanting to start something.

"Oh, I know a prick when I see one," I said snarkily.

"You sure it's not you?"

"I'd slap you, but you know, shit splatters," I replied, getting up to her face. Kegan's ears had begun to go red, anger evident on her face.

"Watch your mouth, you murderer." She spat. I fumbled back, shocked. "You think I don't know? 'Bout little Char-Char?"

"Don't you bring her up." I spat, defending my sister. "And don't you ever say her name."

"What? I thought that was a gift for her?" Kegan said. Tears pooled in my eyes, how could a person say the stupidest things?

"What? Is wittle Bwinny gonna cwy?" She mimicked, a smirk taking over her face once she saw the effect she had on me. "I'll say, a mother like yours, I'm sure she would've wanted to die."

"How do you know?" I asked, referring on how she knows about all of this.

"Does it matter? Once people find out you murdered your sister," she scoffed, "well, we'll see."

"One more word Kegan." I murmured, looking at her dead on in the eye. She had a glint in hers, an evil glint.

"You murdered Charlie." She dared.

I hadn't even noticed, it's like my arm moved on its own. One second, my fist was clenched beside me, and the next its on Kegan's face. I gave her a good blow on her ear. Kegan groaned, holding the side of her head. She glared at me before trying to strike me. I dodged and let my anger take the best of me.

By now, people had crowded around us, nobody making a move to stop neither her nor I. I tried to get her in the face, but she knew better. She knew better than to let a blow come in contact with her face. At some point, I did get her face, a sickening crack heard.

Yet I wasn't satisfied.

Anger was coursing through my veins. How dare she bring up Charlie, how dare she say anything. She messed with the wrong person that's for sure. Kegan was too busy stopping the bleeding from her nose that she didn't notice me get near her. I gave her punch after punch, crying out of anger.

Suddenly, I was pulled off Kegan, but I made no struggle. Thoughts invaded my mind instead. Thoughts of Charlie. I sobbed, not even bothering to wipe my tears as somebody carried me bridal style. Once I knew we were a safe distance away, I let out a muffled screech into my arm. I was so angry, I needed to let it out until I started sobbing all over again.

"She talked about Charlie." I murmured, sniffling.

"I know." The voice said.

Eliazer.

I snuggled into his chest, the beat of his heart soothing me down. I don't know for how long we were walking, but I could feel Eliazer make a few turns. I felt tired, not wanting to open my eyes and use energy to look around. No, I let Eliazer carry me wherever he desired, I was down for wherever we were going. My mind was hazy, my brain wanted to shut down at any second.

I don't know how, but Eliazer got us out of the school. I felt the comforting cushion of the seat of his car. I made myself comfortable as he buckled me in, at the moment I didn't even care. I heard him turn on the engine, and the car suddenly started moving. At the moment, I was drowsy as ever, and let my eyes shut closed.

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