John sighed mournfully as he picked up the red scarf. His hands clenched around the scarlet fabric as the memory of how he'd got it rushed through his head.
John didn't think he'd get anything for Christmas. And he was fine with that. The amount of people he'd murdered, in his mind, more than solidified his place on Santa's naughty list for life, so to speak.
Despite that, there ended up being a present under the tree marked for him. The handwriting was unrecognizable and the sender's name wasn't on the gift. Inside was a book that listed all the works of Jane Austen and a lovely red scarf. Everyone had gathered around him to see what he'd gotten.
About half an hour later, everyone left, except Dr. Collingwood, leaving him alone with her. She just looked at him, grinned, and winked before turning to leave, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Tears fell from his eyes as he thought of that day. The fact that she'd gone behind the backs of her coworkers and superiors just to give him, a former murderer, a Christmas gift out of the kindness of her heart was just... he couldn't. He just couldn't put it in words.
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
