133|The last thing that I did

Liam pov

Sometimes, the monsters aren’t the ones hiding under your bed.

Sometimes, they’re in the mirror, your reflection staring back at you.

They are you.

That was what I had always believed.

That the monster I’d feared my whole life had been me all along and only me.

I still remember the orphanage. The only thing that truly belonged to me was a name written on a piece of paper, tucked inside the basket I’d been left in at the front door of that cold, gray building.

I never knew who my real parents were, or why they left me out there in the freezing night. But I never tried to find out, never cared to. Why search for the people who didn’t want me?

So, at an early age, I learned a harsh truth: never expect love from anyone. Because the more you do, the more it destroys you.

I wasn’t like the other kids at the orphanage. I didn’t laugh much. I didn’t talk. I kept to myself, I was cold, quiet, distant.

It wasn’t surprising that people stayed away from me. And it stayed that way e