The kitchen knife reflected in the dim moonlight coming from the window as Liu thrashed, trying to scream under the hand. Some kind of liquid hit his forehead, and he realized two things: The person above him was Jeff and he was bleeding from freshly-made gouges in his cheeks.
There was no success in calming himself down and he looked up again.Ī hand roughly covered his mouth, making him lash out, until Liu was pushed over onto his bed, his assailant pinning him down. There was a gut feeling in his stomach, informing him something wasn't right but he ignored it and tried to go back to sleep. He was sure he had already gotten used to Jeff's face: It was still his brother after all, no matter what he looked like. That night, Liu fell asleep after some thought. Jeff's reply and laughter only maked the teenager's hairs stand up on his neck. He swallowed back the feeling of his lunch crawling up his throat, and told his brother, "It's not that bad." His first lie to his brother. The cloth was removed and his mother's scream told Liu that what he saw wasn't an illusion. He had to remind himself that no matter what his brother looked like now, he was still the boy who would play fight with him, play video games with him, and relied on him as a role model. Liu felt nervous as the bandages were slowly removed. Time passed by quick enough though, and the doctor was ready to release Jeff. Jeff did have a hospital roommate, but Liu had a feeling it was just as lonely for his sibling without him, as it was for Liu when he was in that joke of a correction facility. He told him about mundane things like what he had for lunch, how he still hadn't made any friends, this one boy who kept calling him a prison reject, and how he was saving up to buy a new game for Jeff.Īll Liu could think about at school was his brother, stuck in the hospital. Jeff couldn't speak, but that didn't stop Liu from trying to keep his brother entertained. He visited as often as he could after school. Now, it had been weeks since Liu had been released from that horrible place, only to see his little brother in such a delicate state.
It had been a lonely, terrifying experience. Good boys didn't end up where he had been, but he had volunteered himself because he loved his brother too much to let Jeff go in his place. He always did as told, he got good grades, he always tried to keep his younger brother out of trouble, and he had his passion for Art and Poetry.
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