HUNTER'S POV.

I can feel the tears that gather at the corner of my eyes. My eyes are set on Diego as he softly breaths, the drug I gave him a few minutes ago are too strong, he will be asleep for a hours.

My eyes close as I sit on the chair that I placed next to the bed two days ago. My hand moves to touch my face, my body feeling exhausted.

I can not believe we are back at this again. I can not believe that the person I grew up with has become a shadow of himself. I can not believe that the person I am looking at is Diego.

My cheek becomes wet, a sign that my tears have betrayed me.

I do not even have the energy to wipe them away, my body feels so heavy and tired.

The exhaustion is not even because of work, the exhaustion is because of Diego, my brother.

No one has seen me cry except Diego. I never cried in the past, I believed that crying was not for boys. But Diego taught me that crying is for everyone.

"You should never hold your emotions in, you will end up hurting yourself while showing yourself and everyone else that you are strong."

Diego said those words to me everytime I felt sad. I always used to ignore his opinion, I chose ignorance whenever he uttered those words.

But I became curious one day, I had to ask him what he meant when he said those words. And his response was confusing, yet meanful.

"Your body can handle pain. You can hurt yourself today, ignore the pain that comes from the wound and tell yourself that everything is alright till you see the scar. Your scar will be a reminder of your pain, and you will choose to be happy or sad when you see the scar. You know one thing that is funny is when you hurt yourself too deep, the scar will be so big and visible that your eyes will hurt everytime you see it; you will look away whenever you look at it."

My mind was too slow to understand what he meant by that. I was eleven and a fast learner, but his words seemed so deep, like he meant to tell me something that I could not understand.

Those words kept playing in my head even when I saw the scars on his back, I thought the scars were what he was talking about.

But I was wrong. Diego told me half of what he meant when he turned twenty, the day I found him with a knife in his hand.

"What are you doing?!" I yell when I see him move the knife to his wrist.

Diego looks at me with emotionless eyes, his eyes looking dead with eye bugs underneath them.

"You don't have to worry, I just want to numb the pain that is hunting me." He says as the knife connects with his wrist. He applies force to the knife, too much force.

My body freezes as I look at the image that would forever hunt me.

Blood comes out from the wound he has just created, his face having a tiny smile as his eyes look at the wound.

I quickly run to him, my hand throwing the knife away from him. I reap a cloth from my shirt, tying it on his wound in hopes of stopping the blood.

My hand moves the long sleeve of the turtleneck shirt he has on. A gasp leaving my lips when I see more marks on his arm.

I drop his arm, my hand reaching for his other arm. Anger, sadness and pain possesse my body as I see the scars that are lined up on his arm.

"What the hell?! What's this, Diego?!" I yell as I look up at Diego. Diego is two inches taller than me.

"Chill. It's nothing serious." Diego says as he pulls his arm away. Diego moves away from me, standing infront of the mirror and splashing water on his face.

"What do you mean that it isn't serious?!" I ask, moving to stand next to him. "You are hurting yourself and you say it isn't serious? Are you alright?" Diego turns his head in my direction as I ask the question, our eyes meeting.

My eyes meet the cold eyes of Diego who looks like a dead man, his eyes look empty and numb, like he is not even human. He does not look like the Diego I know, he looks like the man everyone else knows.

He has on the face that he shows our business partners and employees.

"You don't have to worry about this. It's a tiny wound, it will heal in a few days or weeks. And if it doesn't, then it will be a reminder of how far I have come. The scar will be a reminder of how far my demons drove me." Diego says as he moves his eyes away from me.

He moves to touch the towel that is hung on the wall, he grabs it and wipes his face with it.

"Are you still thinking of them? Are you still thinking of your parents?" I ask as I watch his every action, my body feeling alert. Diego chuckles as he places the towel on the kitchen cabinet.

"Those two will always be in my thoughts, I can't let go of the memories that they- we have created together. Those two are the cause of my wounds, they have created wounds that won't heal. They have created wounds that are too deep, those wounds are in my head and not on my body: and I know those wounds will forever be in my head." Diego says as he walks out of the door, leaving me in the

Kitchen alone.

Those words were enough to tell me that Diego needed help, and I went to find him help.

I found him a theripist, a theripist that became his woman.

I started noticing the smiles that Diego had on his face whenever he went or came back from therapy and I was happy to see him happy.

Diego's eyes had a spark again and I was grateful, even when he told me that he and Bianca were expecting; I was happy.

But that did not last long. Bianca's death took us back to stage one, a stage that seems to have a lot of damages.

And the arrest has added more problems. Diego has become like a robot, a robot that seems too broken for repair.

I can still remember the words that he told me when I found him behind the jail bars.

"I told you that they caused permanent damage to me. I told you that my wounds are too deep to heal. I just knew that happiness wasn't for me; two innocent souls are proof of that. I can already see the end for me. I am too broken for happiness. My wounds have opened up now, they are deeper than before: and I am afraid that these ones will end me before you get me out of here."

Those words followed me around even as I looked for lawyers, lawyers that never lasted.

It is like Diego never wanted to leave the supreme jail. It seemed like he made a home for himself there, it was like a safe place for him.

That was until Ms Rowland's came along, it is like she came with miracle powers.

I know that Diego would have fought me to leave him alone in there. But he did not do that, he kept stealing glances at Ms Rowland instead.

An idea comes to mind as I remember Ms Rowland.

Hope fills my heart as I grab my phone from the side table, my hand swiping on the name that would hopefully help Diego heal.

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