I stare at him from my bed.
The murderer; he stood at the door, a freshly cut wound stretching from his mouth to his cheeks. A bloody grin on his pale white face that set me aback and shot fear into my heart.

He was hideous.

The smile on his face widened, enhancing the terror, and I hold back a scream. The blood of my parents and my brother Liu coated his hands and also his familiar looking white hoodie and black pants. His sneakers were wet, as if he had sopped through pools of blood. His eyes were dull and very wide, with the eyelids missing.

I sit there as he stares at me with one of our kitchen knives in hand, wondering why he did this to himself.

Was he upset because of what happened to him?

Because of how leathery and white his skin was now?

How his hair was burnt, and ashen black?

Despite the damage he took from the fire, I still thought he was a perfect, beautiful person, even on the outside.

But now, he went and did this to himself.
Along with murdering our parents and elder brother.

So now I had nothing to do but watch him and wait for him to put me to death like the others.

"Hello...Jeffrey."