I'm staring into the exact same blue eyes that I have. The blue eyes our mother gave to us. It's visitation day. My grandparents are able to bring Abbey here once a week, due to both of their schedules. "So how have you been?" I asked my baby sister. I've missed her so much in the past week.

"I've been alright, I guess. I keep having those nightmares and flashbacks." She told me in a low voice. I know exactly what she's talking about. Ever since she found me a month ago, she's been having nightmares and flashbacks about that night.

"I'm really sorry for that. I never meant for you to find me like that."

"And who was supposed to find you? Our frail grandma who lost her daughter to the same exact stuff, or our grandfather who has to pretend that he doesn't miss mom and that he's brave for us?" She was starting to get angry. I didn't say anything. I'm too ashamed. I just stare at my shoes. "You know, they don't even want to come in to visit you anymore. It's too hard to see you like this. This is all reminding them of when they came here to visit mom."

"I'm not mom." I said in a whisper.

"Could've fooled me." My sister said in a monotone voice. I started to cry. I looked over at Vic and his family. Mike looks just like him. Minus the fact that Mike has bleached his hair. Vic looked over at me at that moment. He was smiling at me, until he saw that I was crying, and his smile faltered. In the past 2 weeks that I've known him, we have gotten really close. Mike looked over to where Vic was looking and he saw me as well. Mike turned to Vic and they started to talk to each other. I turned back to Abbey.

"Where are they at now?"

"They are meeting with your counselor and the nurses. They are talking about a release date for you."

"Do you know what day they are thinking about?"

"Probably sometime next week." I nodded.

"I know that you're mad at me, but can I tell you something?"

"Of course. I'm your sister. I can't stay mad at you."

"I think I'm falling for someone."

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We are back in our unit and I'm trying to keep myself busy so I don't have to deal with Vic asking me why I was crying. I'm writing a letter to my dad. I haven't seen him since my mom's funeral when I was 8 and Abbey was 5. He gave us up to my grandparents. I found him a little while before I came into the hospital. I've been contemplating whether or not to sent him a letter. I have no idea if he would even ever send me a letter back. All of a sudden, I feel two hands cover my eyes.

"Guess who?" He tried to say in a different voice.

"Hmm. Morgan Freeman?" I ask him, laughing.

"Wrong!" He exclaimed. He let go of my face and he came and say in front of me. Once again, we find ourselves on the beanbag chairs. He looked me in the eyes. "Do you want to tell me what was going on earlier?" I took a deep breathe.

"My sister told me that I'm just like my mom."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes. She was in and out of the hospital my entire childhood. She finally took her own life when I was 8."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. You want to know what I think?"

"What?"

"I don't think you're like your mother. You're your own person. You make your own decisions. Are you making some of the same choices she is? Yes. But are you just like her? No. You're not." He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. I cried into his chest. As I cried, Vic kissed the top of my head and just kept telling me over and over again that it's going to be okay.

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