Amelia is stealing that pair of sweats and no one can stop her. They are sandwiched between a few of the paintings she made over the past few weeks. She's also taking the sweatshirt she never took off either. Maybe a pair of shorts. Dr Bonnefoy may return them on her later, but for right now they are hers. Julchen laughs at her when she sees that. Amelia is back dressed in her clothes she first wore at the hospital. Her jeans and t-shirt. Her scars are peeking out, but she doesn't mind. Everyone has seen them now. It's Friday morning when she leaves.

She walks with her friends down to the visitor center. Dr Carriedo and Dr Bonnefoy are there waiting for her. Julchen holds her hand tightly. She's acting calm, but she cried a bit earlier in the morning over not being able to see Amelia everyday. She promised to visit, and write letters. Julchen pretends she didn't shed a tear, but Amelia knows. They pack her things into the back of Dr Bonnefoy's car and she turns back to her friends.

They are all standing at the entrance and staring at her. Felicia is crying and smiling and choking on her own breath. Chun-yan and Anya are smiling at her from the comfort of each other's hug. A new girl to their group named Regina, only a week ago or so, stands next to Felicia rubbing her hands over each other in a habit picked up from somewhere that she's admitted to being OCD. Her and Amelia got along well enough for only knowing each other such a short amount of time. Julchen being the closest to her has one hand in her sweats pockets, the other messing with her hair as she tries not to cry again.

Amelia goes to them, crashing first into Felicia who sniffles hard into her shoulder. Amelia whispers to her to promise she'll keep eating and enjoying her walks. Felicia may have said yes but it's hard to hear over all her blubbering. Regina gives her a hug a few times, just to make sure she gives the hug right and in the proper function. Amelia doesn't mind, letting her work out her mind fixes the best way she knows how. Chun-yan and Anya sandwich her in a hug, Anya picking the both of them up to squeeze the air of them. Amelia laughs but Chun-yan scolds Anya. She shares one more competitive like smile with Anya before turning to face Julchen.

Her girlfriend looks shaken, and is actually shaking. Her hand twitches back and forth and Amelia takes it gently to lift it to her lips and kiss the inside of her wrist. The action causes Julchen to sputter into laughter and wrap her in a tight hug. Amelia smiles happily into her shoulder, clinging tightly and never wanting to let go. They do pull back and Julchen puts their heads together.

"You'll come visit yeah?" She asks hopefully and Amelia answers her firstly with a quick kiss.

"As often as I can," She confirms and Felicia cheers first stealing their attention. Amelia laughs and kisses Julchen one last time before stepping farther out of her reach and to Dr Bonnefoy's car. She takes another step and her fingertips just barely grasps Julchen's in a small vain attempt to stay together. They lock eyes and smile brightly at each other before dropping their hands simultaneously.

Dr Bonnefoy's car is black and sleek. The inside is cozy enough and Amelia wiggles in her spot in the front seat. Dr Bonney drives her away from the facility. Amelia can't help but watch out the window as the place she felt the most comfortable in disappears from her sight. It's a quiet ride to where she used to live.

The house is tense and quiet as Amelia packs her things. Her parents fully ignore her. Madeline is at school. Dr Bonnefoy smiles in the doorway, actually enjoying the discomfort of Amelia's parents. A suitcase and two backpacks later, most of Amelia's stuff is out of her parents house and in Dr Bonnefoy's car. A weight is off her shoulders. Her old life is more than gone now. She's never felt more happy and more lost. A few happy tears escape her eyes and Dr Bonnefoy holds her hand lightly.

"What am I supposed to call you now?" Amelia asks once they enter a more residential area. Dr Bonnefoy hums in amusement.

"Well doctor is a bit over the top, and mom is not something I would ask of you. How about Marianne?" She gives Amelia a quick smile and pulls into a driveway. Amelia smiles to herself. She steps out of the car and looks up at the small house she will now be calling home. A better home than she used to have for sure. They spend the day unpacking her things into a room. They hang the paintings up. Marianne scoffs when she finds the stolen clothing items but places them in the correct clothing piles anyway.

The whole day they talk about things they like and how living with each other will work out. Amelia loves it. Her mother never wanted to spend time with her like this. Marianne offers to drive her around the neighborhood so she can get a feel of where she is, maybe even drive herself. Amelia tells her that they can do that later, for now she just wants to stay in and get settled into her new home. They do however, take a trip to the grocery store to fill up on good foods for dinner and the rest of the week. Marianne can cook and Amelia is excited to have food that isn't cafeteria styled.

She's left alone for about an hour when Marianne heads back to the facility for her job. She wanders around the house, flickering lights and testing out doors to see where they lead. She finds herself in the backyard, a small area with a tiny pool in the corner. She flops onto the grass and rolls around for a minute, acting like a dog. She laughs to herself. The clouds above her are making shapes and she takes the liberty to watch them. There's no pressure to study or work or do anything. She's going to take this moment to do nothing.

When the grass starts to tickle her nose she heads back inside. She pauses in the kitchen. There's a wooden block with knives sticking out. She takes a deep breath and blows a raspberry at them. She had to return the knife hidden in her room during her pack up. That had been awkward. She walked right past her parents and dropped the knife in the sink. Her mother gasped and her father flinched. She took a bit of pride in that.

She heads back to her room and smiles at the thought of her room. There are boxes still on the floor, having only been able to unpack half of it. She sets out putting clothes away and organizing her life once more. She scrounges for a trash bag and goes through her school work and papers she's made to keep herself in order. She tries on her clothes and sets aside the things she doesn't like or don't fit her. Her mother had forced her to get some of them, thinking it would make her look better even if it made Amelia uncomfortable. There's a lot of brightly colored patterned shirts she's getting rid of. She finds she rather likes the solid color look. There's also a lot of skirts being removed from her wardrobe. She keeps the cute ones. Does she really need ten pairs of shoes? Okay maybe she does. Those flats are ridiculously cute.

She's making a starfish on her floor in the middle of her boxes and bags when Marianne comes back. Amelia sits up and asks her how the others are doing. Marianne tells her honestly they miss her already, but tells her she can't visit for a week at least. Amelia needs some time away from the hospital. She can keep reminders and mementos but she can't be stuck in that way of life. Amelia nods in understanding. She needs to be settled in this life first so when she visits, it'll be a visit and not returning to the facility.

Marianne makes steak for dinner and Amelia is drooling at the smell of it. She almost can't wait to brag to Julchen about it. She'll hold on though. Everyone needs some time to be separated from each other and get used to the new way of living. She briefly thinks about getting in contact with Lene. Maybe later on they can both visit the institute together, surprise the others. It'd be fun.

She wears her stolen sweats to bed that night and buries herself in her blankets. It's an odd feeling to be wrapped in the familiar covers and yet in a completely different house. She stares at the ceiling. Everything is different once again. This home life should be better for her mentally, more supportive and more happy. Marianne promised to take her shopping for a few more clothes later in the week. Amelia told her she didn't have to, but Marianne wants to. She wants to show Amelia what she missed out on. Amelia takes a deep breath. She needs to get in contact with Madeline as soon as she can. She giggles at the thought of Maddie coming to live with her and Marianne. Maddie will just have to be strong.

She flops back into her pillow. Can she really be happy in this new life? What if she goes back to hurting herself. The nagging temptation will always be there in her mind. That small moment in the bathroom she thinks about sticking her fingers down her throat. She swallows down the fear of that feeling never going away. Living here will help she tells herself. Living somewhere supportive will help.

"Amelia? You still awake? I made hot chocolate~" Marianne knocks lightly on the door and practically sings through it. Amelia can't help but giggle and jump out from underneath the blankets. She joins Marianne in the kitchen at midnight for hot chocolate and extra marshmallows. She smiles widely. She can be better here. She doesn't have to be perfect. She can just be Amelia, and that's enough.

AN: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed~

PS: In case it's confusing, Regina is Nyo Lithuania