VALERIE
I was deep in my books when I dimly realized the boy finally got so relaxed that he got back to reading and chuckling, he had finally stopped watching me warily.
My heart warmed towards him instantly. I was also bloodthirsty. Whoever did that to a fifteen year old boy deserved to see a horrible death at my hands. I noticed the scar was young, maybe a few months at most. It broke my heart over and over when I heard his soft chuckle as he sat in that corner, like he did not want to be noticed by anyone.
I sat beside him in that corner, books in front of me, snacks spread open before the two of us, the comfy chair in the library forgotten as we both huddled in the dark, quiet corner, reading.
I itched to ask him who did it to him, but I knew it was a very senseless and sensitiv
