Broken.

That's exactly what Liu was.

So very, very broken.

It was 4 o' clock pm.

He hadn't eaten since 3 days ago.

He looked around the bare, lifeless room that was technically his. But Liu did not feel at home in this mental hospital, despite how many years he had spent here. Nothing felt like home anymore. Even his own body felt foreign and cold.

He pushed the covers down to expose his bare chest. Looking down, he once again examined the scars that were placed there by his 'brother'. He lifted his arm mindlessly, placing his fingers on his chest and trailing them along all the dark scars, tears unconsciously forming in his eyes and running down his face.

Liu gets asked the same questions incessantly. He used to answer them.

"Who did this to you?"

"My brother..."

"Why?"

"I don't know..."

"How do you feel about your brother?"

"I love him..."

"Why?!"

"Because he's my brother..."

He doesn't answer them anymore. He just stares and waits for the person to leave, whether they are a therapist, a nurse, or a stranger. He was sick of people questioning him, especially if they were questioning his love for his brother.

Because the monster who tried to kill him, and successfully killed his parents...

It wasn't his brother.

It wasn't Liu's Jeff.

Liu's Jeff would never do that.

A nurse entered the room, carrying a tray of food and placing it on Liu's lap. She wasn't scared of Liu.

She was the only nurse that wasn't scared of Liu.

He was beginning to pick up on the fact that she was the only one that interacted with him. And, being honest, Liu liked it. He liked her. She didn't ask questions or pressure him to talk. She just did what she thought was necessary for him to remain healthy. Even if he didn't want to do things such as eating or drinking.

He groaned loudly in disapproval of not only her timing but the fact that she brought him food.

"Come on, Liu. Enough of that. Eat."

He shot her a glare, not so much of anger but to show his disapproval of her timing. He does not like being interrupted when he's thinking about his brother. She observed what he was doing with better detail and realized what she had interrupted.

"I'm so sorry, I-"

"No, it's alright. I need to eat." He said, his voice raspy and as broken as everything else. His stomach growled in agreement, and he began to eat the food set in front of him contentedly. The nurse just stood there, dumbstruck. Liu had never spoken to her before. Hell, no one had heard Liu talk in almost a year. She began to wonder what he thought made her worthy of his words, but she was too shy to ask.

Liu finished his food and looked up at her with his cold, grey-green eyes.

"What is your name, anyway?" He asked, his voice softer and less raspy than before.

"Well, um, my name is Cynthia."

"Cynthia..." He said it as if he was playing with the name in his mouth; trying to think of the best tone in which to say it. "Cynthia."

"Yes, Cynthia." She muttered while looking down at her feet, more to herself than to Liu.

"My mother's name was Cynthia." She blushed deeply, looking back up at him.

"I'm sor-"

"No need to be sorry. You didn't name yourself. Besides, I think it's a pretty name." He looks at her, and his steely green eyes seem to soften. "I like you. You're genuinely kind, and you're not scared of me. I want you to come back everyday."

"O-okay. I will try."

He smiles, nodding toward the door.

"I would like to rest, if you don't mind."

"No problem!" She walks out of the room.

Once out of the room, she spoke to herself.

"What is going to become of me?"

She shook her head, walking down the silent corridor as in the room she exited, Liu drifted off into nightmare-filled sleep.

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