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Visitors Day.

The two words strike fear into Ana's heart. What is she going to tell Donna and Donald?

"Hey, Your youngest son is dead. Oops."

Gerard sits in the corner of the room, staring blankly at the floor.

What is she going to tell Ray's parents?

They won't have to know about the poisoning. But the unexplained memory loss of the entire last 3 years of his life?

The Bulimia was gradually progressing for Yeats before they found out and sent him here to the Mental Institute.
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Frank is back in his room, pressed to the wall.

Aeron and Mikey never go away. They're always there.

Across the room when he's eating. Watching him as he sleeps. Waiting.

One of the guards comes and unlocks his door. Frank tilts his head in confusion, twisting his fingers around his hook.

"Frankie?"

He looks up and sees his adoptive parents. Sarah's staring at him cautiously, while Brendon stands, just behind her.

"Is..Is that you?"

Her hand presses to his cheek and tears spring into Frank's eyes.

"M-om." he chokes, hugging her. He's careful to make sure the hook end is no where near her.

She carefully hugs him and pets his hair back. Brendon comes in and sits next to Frank, placing a hand on his back.

"I'm sorry." the teen sobs.

Sarah lays her cheek on the top of his head.

They sit in silence, it's only broken by Frank's occasional cry. They sit as a family. Broken and not quite together but still a family.
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Anastasia watches the Way parents. They're talking to a Doctor. Donna covers her mouth and begins to sob as Donald wraps his arms around her and his eldest son.

His only son.

Others quietly meet with their families. Ray is going home today.

The Doctors explained that all the Bulimic tendencies had been correct to the best of their ability. They instructed the Toro's to be careful, but that their son is completely fine.

Speaking of, Ray suddenly appears in front of Ana.

"C'mon, Anastasia!! I want you to meet my family!!"

She smiles at his ever-enthusiastic personality and let's him take her hand, tugging her to his family.

"Mom, Dad. This is Anastasia. She's been helping me get better!!"

His mother smiles and sticks her hand out, knowing of Anastasia's condition.

"Thank you so much for helping, Raymond."

"It helped me too." she grins, shaking the woman's hand.

Ray is excitedly talking about all the things he's gonna do when he gets home. Half-way through he turns to his mother.

"Can I have a dog?"

"We'll have to see."

Mrs. Toro smiles as Ray goes back to ranting. She turns to Anastasia and winks.

A guard stands behind Ana.

"Ms. Morrison?"

She turns, exscusing herself from the Toro family.

The guard gestures for her to follow. She frowns and does so.

All her family was killed in the fire. The one she started.

They stop in front of the visitors waiting room and the guard opens the door.

Anastasia recogizes her immesitly.

"Aunt Marie.."

The woman looks up from the magazine and smiles.

"Oh, 'Stasia. You look so much like your mother."

Ana smiles through her tears as her Aunt holds out her hands.

"Come 'ere."

She takes the woman's hands and sits in the chair next to her.

"I didn't think you'd come this year."

"What? And not see my favorite niece?"

Ana shakes her head, smiling.

"How have you been, 'Stasia?" Marie asks in a serious voice.

"I'm good. I'm getting better. Finally."

"How are Ray and Gerard?"

"Ray is getting released today, and Gerard is still Gerard."

Marie smiles sadly at her broken niece.

"I heard about, Mikey."

"I miss him allot." She says, trying not to cry.

"I know you do. Listen, 'Stasia. I love you so much okay. So so much."

"I love you too, Aunt Marie."

"You should."

Anastasia laughs and squeezed her Aunt's hand as she stands up.

"I'll be looking forward to the day you get out of here, 'Stasia. I'm out a babysitter."

Ana laughs as her Aunt presses a kiss to her hair and leaves.

I know I haven't updated in a while, sorry guys!!!

Also, thank you guys for 800+ reads!!

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