I slowly opened my eyes, only to find darkness again. I panicked as I felt needles of countless sizes in my arms and legs. My arms were strapped down to the bed as I realized that I was in a hospital after being set on fire. I tried to feel around, but the straps were so tight, I couldn't move an inch.

" Hey! I'm awake now! Lemme go, you freaky bitch!" I yelled. A few seconds later I heard footsteps and hurried whispers that could only belong to the doctor, nurse, and my mother.

" Settle down, Jeffrey." The doctor said, loosening the straps a little. I growled in protest as they pinched my wrists. I rubbed my wrists and discovered a bruise and bandages on each.

" It's Jeff. What happened? Can you take this fucking thing off my face?" He hesitated, then whispered something to my mother. She said something, then the doctor started to undo the bandage on my face. Little by little, the room grew bigger. When the bandage was off, my mother gave a loud gasp of horror and cried into the doctor's coat.

My hand went instantly to my face. It felt like leather, but a little bit softer. I also felt my hair, but it was longer and softer that what I thought it would be." Can I have a mirror?" I needed to see what I looked like. He slowly handed me the mirror that was laying on a table next to me. I took it from his shaking hand and brought it into the center of my vision. I gasped and felt my face again, looking intently at the reflection that didn't look like me at all.

I looked really tired, despite the slow smile that spread across my face. I was perfect. I was insane, but that's okay. My mother has always told me to be unique. Well, now I am.

" It's not that bad, Jeffrey. If you want, you can get reconstructive surgery." My mother said. I turned to face her, allowing my image to sink into her memory.

" Are you fucking kidding me?!?! It's absolutely perfect!" I laughed loudly. My mom's brows creased to show her concern.

" It's the painkillers. They will need to be taken every hour until next month. His whole body was nearly scorched if you hadn't have knocked him out and put out the fire." He explained. I nearly snapped again.

" YOU HIT ME WITH THE FUCKING FUCKING FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!?!?!?"

" I had to! Would you rather he burned to death?" Mom angrily shook with rage and cried harder. I shook my head and pulled the needles out of my arm. The machines beeped and the doctor turned them off. Swinging my legs to the side, I slid off the bed and grabbed the clothes from my mom. I changed in front of them and walked out, leaving my mom and the doctor aghast.

I sat in the car, trying to calm my mom down and tell her what happened. She gave me a lecture and cried so hard that I told her to pull over. She did and hugged me so tight, I thought my fucking balls would burst. " LEGGO, DAMMIT!" I yelled. She flinched, then regained her composure and continued driving. What a weirdo.

" What day is it?" I asked. My time was running out. I had figured out what Liu meant; I needed to get to them before it happened.

" September 4, Friday. Why?" Mom parked the Ford in the driveway and we got out.

" No reason. Wait, I was out for 2 weeks? What the fuck...!" Mom didn't slap me for cursing, as she was probably still freaked out. I ran inside and up to my room. I stopped when I saw the sky. It was night, and the moon, a thin sliver, had risen over the hill, casting a long shadow over my window. I missed Liu and his forgiving, humorous, cute, innocent, and defensive ways. I couldn't wait to see him again.

" What happened, man?" Eyeless Jack suddenly popped his head up from the windowsill. I chuckled and helped him in. As usual, his scalpel was covered in blood, but this time it was dried, revealing that it was an old kill. He smelled like blood and dog.

" I didn't know you had a dog. Or were you attacked by a dog?" I sat down on the bed with him, and he moved his mask up, revealing those thoughtful, mischievous brown eyes I knew so well. Even in times of peril and panic, he always seemed to calm me down.

"You smell." I shoved him playfully.

" I know I do. How's the fam?" Jack grinned.

" Weird. Like usual. Now, what about the dog?"

" That's why I'm here, Jeff." He gave me a sad smile and played with his scalpel. " We need to leave earlier than what we would have wanted. Because of the circumstances, we have been forced to leave tomorrow night. Sorry, man. About Liu, I mean... Yeah... I should go now... " He gave me a fistbump and jumped out of the window like he always does.

" W-wait! Jack! What the hell do you mean, 'we'?" I gave a small frown of concern as he stopped and grinned madly.

" You'll see, Jeff. You'll see soon enough. Sweet Dreams."

...

I woke up hours later on a cold, wet, flat surface. I opened my eyes, but they were already open. What the hell...?

I heard a soft moaning and the snapping and popping of a fire. Smoke, blood, sweat, and tears filled the air, and my mouth burned. I slowly brought myself to my knees and took slow, shaky breaths. When I felt better, I stood up and looked around. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Everywhere I looked, houses were burning and people were crying, running, and staring at me in horror and disgust. I clenched my fists and realized that I held knives in both hands. My clothes were torn and bloody and my mouth hurt more than ever.

I snapped my head around, figuring out that I was on our sidewalk. My house was untouched, except for a bloody handprint on the door and the frame. The lights were off and no noises came from it. My stomach flipped and I ran as fast as I could to the door, hesitantly placing my hand lightly over the bloody one. It was still wet, and the question hung in the air: Who's blood is this? Who did this to my neighborhood?

I swallowed my fear and slowly entered the house. The smell of blood hit me like a wave. It was sickeningly sweet, and nauseating. My heart beat faster and I stepped past a broken picture of our family, except that someone had cut my image from it.

I turned on a light and made my way to the bathroom, and almost threw up. On the mirror, in bright red blood, lay the words Aren't I beautiful, painted with two fingers. I looked past it and felt hot tears prick my eyes at my reflection. My hair was singed black, and about shoulder length. My skin was deathly pale, and I didn't have any eyelids, my eyes were ringed with black, indicating that they were burnt off and I was tired. My mouth was bloody and a grin, carved into my face, went ear to ear like a mad-man's. I was ashamed and frightened at my appearance, yet I couldn't do anything to cover it up, and stitches wouldn't do any good for my mouth if I wanted to talk for a month or two. I fucking hated how I looked, and yet I was happy that I did. It felt like me, and that look was here to stay.

I turned and walked out of the bathroom to the living room, seeing broken furniture and blood. I went to the kitchen and put the knives in my pocket in case the man came back, the one who ruined my neighborhood. I saw more blood and broken appliances, and the fridge had a huge dent in the front of it. I smiled a bit and walked on to the stairs. More blood was dripping from the top and flowing down like a mini- blood waterfall. There's so much of it...

I went to my parents' room and vomited at my first glimpse of two mangled corpses in bed, mouths open in a silent scream. I wiped my mouth and slowly closed their eyelids for peace. I retched again and ran to Liu's room, knowing in my heart that he was probably gone too. I stopped in his room and let out a cry of rage and sadness. Liu lay in a bloody bed with tears streaming down his face into a deep red mark on his throat and lips, like mine. I screamed again and realized what the fuck I've done...

THE END

THX TO MR. CREEPYPASTA
JEFF THE KILLER
LIU
EYELESS JACK