Cecelia Johnson<br/>Age 26<br/>Human<br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/e9/e5/anime,girl,face,dark,haired,art,women-e9e5afc603d188bd1da413169c95052d_h.jpg">http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/e9/e ... 052d_h.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>Cecelia didn't see why her parents thought Zack was a bad influence on her. Sure, they fought sometimes but every sibling does. He was her best friend, brother and protector all in one. Like Zacky she had heard this lecture a million times and let the words go in one ear and out the other. "He helps me study!," she protests. "Infect my mind? He's cool like that! He's not afraid to be himself," Lia tries defending him. In return she gets a glare from her father.<br/><br/>Zack not spending time with her was killing her. Studying for school became a pain and chore instead of something fun to look forward to. For the first time in her life she had actually gotten a B for a grade. And then Zack got thrown out the house. She had just gotten home from school and was going into the house. All of the sudden the door is ripped open and there is Zacky. Her heart freezes when she sees that he has a bag slung over his shoulder. And then her heart breaks when he says I hope you're happy. Like it was her fault that he was being kicked out. Her father had restrained her from going after her brother. She had hit him and told him she hated his guts for making Zacky go away.<br/><br/>Thirteen years later finds her working as a music therapist. One of her younger patients had been listening to a band called Blood ties. It wasn't Lia's favorite type of music so she didn't pay much of her attention to it. She has light classical music playing in the background as she cleans her small apartment. That is until she hears the knock on the door. She trudges into the small enterway expecting a package that had delivered to the wrong person again. Instead she gets the shock of her life.<br/><br/>"Zacky!," she cries out before crushing him in a bear hug. She had tried looking for her brother but had never succeeded. She had wrote letters but without an address to send them to they did no good. And now he's standing here in her LA apartment door way. "Come in come in," she says as she drags him in  through the door. It slipped her notice that his skin was way colder than it used to be.