A/N: the italic font is Sully. So sorry I haven't updated in a while but I'm back on track and I hope u guys will keep voting and commenting (it helps so much and I love to hear what u guys say!!) Love you!!!
Liu's POV
I woke up in another room that I didn't recognize. This had happened before when the nurses would move me from room to room, most of the time I was moved further away from the rest of the patients when Sully acted up. I missed y/n so much. I thought they told her about Sully, and I just didn't want someone like her to think I'm crazy. She wouldn't think I'm crazy, right? I need her. I couldn't be too worried about it, because after all if I wasn't focused on getting out of here, I wouldn't be able to see her again in the first place. The longer I spend in here, the more I let Sully take control, and I don't like him-
you need me-
NO, I DON'T!
one day, Liu, you will give in to me-
I HATE YOU! I hate you! I hate you, Sully!
...I hate him so much.
I know what I look like. I know the nurses can hear me screaming back and forth at myself for hours. I know they talk about me behind closed doors. "He's gone completely insane."... "Must be some form of multiple personality disorder."... "All this because of his brother."... Never did I ever think this is who I would become. This isn't who I was meant to be, and at this point, I don't care about what they say about me, because one day I'll tell my story where the whole world can see it and be amazed at how I survived all of this. Because no matter what they tell me, I still don't think this is the ending to my story.
I was disturbed by the sound of my door opening. The unlatching and sharp squeaking sound startled me. Things like this became more and more common, but they still managed to startle me, especially after spending so much time in a confined space. I turned my head to see a short, older woman standing at the doorway with one hand on the door handle, the other behind her back. She was wearing a usual clean white uniform and hair was in a neat bun. She had a very serious expression on her face and almost seemed to glare at me.
"Liu, it's time to pick up your new medication and head to private therapy," she stated in a monotone, stern voice. I stayed put, and watched as she moved over slightly and held the door open, ushering me out. I didn't move. They've drugged me up enough already, and just hearing her speak to me in this way made my blood stir a little.
"W-What. What do you mean 'new medication'. I don't need-"
"Antidepressants and treatment for your multiple personality disorder."
"Oh." I stood up.
"You poor thing. They've drowned you in meds since you've stepped foot in this place."
"Yes ma'am.... but it's not right. It doesn't seem right"
"Well, it's what you need. It must be so traumatizing. I'm sorry about the incident, Mr. Woods." I started walking towards the door. Maybe she was right, after all, there didn't seem like much I could do at the moment. As I got closer to her, I could see her look up at me and stare at my stitches. I got used to it and continued walking closer to the door when I heard her speak. "Your brother, Jeff, is a monster."
"What." I froze, feeling something else become of me, slowly, as anger took over.
She looked at me concerned and started to attempt to comfort me, obviously knowing I was offended. "M-Mr. Woods, I'm sorry if I've upset you-" she began speaking a little quieter than before, showing she must have been taken back. "Please, ma'am, repeat to me what you said," I replied with my jaw clenched. After a moment of silence, she slowly began to speak. "Your brother is a-"
I watched the fear fill up her eyes as her voice trembled and trailed off. "A monster..." I finished for her. I chuckled a little, making her seem more uncomfortable. To me, it was almost hysterical to see someone who really thought she had control of me, quiver in fear before my eyes. At that point, not one part of me as ready to suppress Sully anymore. He was everything inside that I had been trying to control. The pain, anger, sadness, and at this point, I couldn't let this bitch call my brother a 'monster'. I lunged forward as she backed away to run out of the room. Poor thing, my hands were already around her throat.
