That night, I gave Liu my room to sleep in, and some old clothes to wear. He refused to take his scarf off or much less even slide it down so his mouth could be exposed. I'm not sure why he was so hesitant, he didn't want to stay at first, and told me he could just sleep on the floor or the couch. But I insisted just to make him feel welcome and more at home.
If he even wanted to call it home.
Liu's POV
I sat upright in the bed, exhausted, but not wanting to fall asleep or much less do anything at all. I just wanted to think.
Staring into nothing but darkness there was much to think about, and nothing that could get in the way of an endless train of thought.
'Why did she help me?' Was the first question I asked myself.
Sure, I was a person she knew and I understand she wanted to help, but why? She met me that day, and didn't even know much about me.
She had the choice to leave me there. Leave me to die. But she didn't.
Was she just being a good person? Or wanted to help me because she considered me a friend?
A friend?
Who could consider me a friend?
There was also a damn good reason I hid my face while I ate and kept my scarf over my mouth at all times.
I had an unusual scar.
When you could see my mouth, it was stitched up in a terrifying smile, these stitches closed up cuts from four years ago.
When I was only 11.
I knew the Smile Killer. He gave me the scars. In fact, he was my brother.
But I don't consider him that anymore.
Now he's just an insane criminal, wanting to kill for the pleasure of it. Watching people die, scream and suffer all for his own amusement.
It made me sick, but that doesn't mean I did the same thing.
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Stitch Up My Broken Heart (Homicidal Liu Fanfiction)
FanfictionHe started going to school. He was in all of Jenny's classes. He was a bit strange looking, pale, short and skinny, with messy blonde hair. But what happens when she finds out he's more than he seems?
