The first thing Liu began to explain to me was the fight with those boys. I could see so much pain and regret in his eyes it was hard to even look him in the face. "Basically," he started, "my brother and I got jumped by those three idiots, Randy, Keith, and Troy, while we were walking by the bus stop. And, you know Jeff and his temper, so one thing led to another and that kid ended up with a broken wrist and the both of us ran off. We spent the day out and when we got back home, our parents were already with the police. All I can remember is thinking about how unfair this was. And honestly, I got a little freaked out when I looked at Jeff's expression." he paused and looked at me for a minute. "His expression?" I began to ask him, "what do you mean?" Liu answered almost immediately. "Well, there was so much rage that I saw in just his eyes alone. You know, I hate using this word on my brother, but he looked evil. It wasn't my brother. It was something else I saw in him."
"What happened that got his face burnt up if it wasn't that fight?" I questioned him. "Well," he hesitated, "Jeff got invited to a party at Randy's house, in our parents attempt to fix bad blood. But the brat dragged him into the basement and set his face on fire with a blow torch just so that he and his sidekicks could get a nice laugh out of it. All I know is that Jeff was the one who got blamed for it all because Troy was related to our investigator." I watched as he began to tear up again and start shaking a little. It was so unfair to me. This shouldn't have happened, and if they could have just taken the rightful blame, Liu's family would still be together and all alive.
He acknowledged my silent shock and started explaining a little more with occasional hesitations. "The night my brother came home from the hospital, half his face was burnt and his hair was all chopped up and some got burned off. I suggested that we do something special for Jeff since he's t least alive and well. Most of the car remained silent and the only thing my asshole father had to say was 'Go to sleep.' And that night it happened." Liu choked a little on his sobs as I couldn't help but start to cry as well. He continued, "That night when he did it all I can remember was seeing my dead parent's bodies as he attacked me screaming "Go to Sleep" over and over again." Liu pulled down his scarf and rolled up his sleeves to show multiple scratches and scars. "Most of the bad stuff healed but this scarf is the last thing I own that belonged to Jeff. I probably won't let go of it from now on." He chuckled a little.
I smiled as I watched him begin to chuckle. I missed his smile so much it seemed refreshing to believe that he was finally happy. As soon as I realized his laugh going from a chuckle to an unnatural manic giggle, I began feeling uneasy.
Watching his shoulders quiver and shake, I reached for his hand again, but with no warning, he threw his head back and laughed so long it sounded as if he was screaming in pain a the very same time. With his face starting to twist with a smile that I'd never seen on his face before, e started screaming "He's evil! Evil! It's all Jeff's fault! Kill Jeff! Kill him!" I jumped from my seat and yelled at him to calm down before the door slammed open against the wall as five nurses ran inside and grabbed his arms and legs. One out of the few placed his hand on my back and directed me out of the room towards the waiting room.
"What on earth was that?" I looked at the man beside me "Is Liu going to be okay? What the fuck just happened?" He looked down at me with a grim face and replied, "Well, Miss, that was an episode most likely from his severe diagnosis of Multiple personality Disorder. It's quite dangerous, so we had to restrain him." And with that, he led me to the empty waiting room where I sat and felt even more empty myself.
He didn't belong in a place like this.
