So this is what I think should of happened after Fallout. This is right after Kristina's little outburst. This is from the point of view of someone who is outside the story. I hope that you like this. I really love Ellen Hopkins and her books. I hoped this is what would happen.
The next day Kristina, Marie, and Scott pile into a car. They were going to change Kristina for the better. They hoped this time she would try to change. Become a real mother, daughter, and sister.
They were taking her to a place that come help her with her addiction. They thought that she wanted to love her children. She did, but she didn't know if she could face her problems.
She knew she was going to have to try. She needed to love her children the way that they needed to be loved. She couldn't do that till later. She needed to use what was left of her brain.
Everyone knew she will always be broken. The monster would always be with her. She knew that, but she could learn to ignore it. It will be a long painful journey. She hasn't not been high in forever.
She had with her one suitcase. There was only clothes in it and a list. Her mother had checked. they were going to check again when they got there. The list is the only thing her parents didn't know she had.
The list was long. She hoped it was motivational and that she would stay.
The List
*My Children
*My Parents
*My Siblings
*Myself
She would read it everyday. She wouldn't let anyone take it. She would keep it close by where ever she went.
One to Two months later
A big group of people stood in the lobby of a hospital. They stood waiting for a mother, daughter, and a sister. Only one person. The hospital said they couldn't help the girl anymore.
"Mom! Dad!" an old looking women came running in. She hugged the oldest women and man in the group. Marie and Scott.
Marie and Scott looked confused, before Scott asked, "Kristina?"
"Who else?" She asked. She looked at her children. All five of them were there for her. She gave them all hugs and greeted them by name. They all gave her hugs, but they stiffed in her hug.
Kristina went to hug her sister and brother, but they stepped back. They didn't trust her not to hurt them again.
"I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I stolen from you. I do love you. And I do hope you will forgive me." Kristina told her family.
One year later
Kristina answered the door to the apartment that she and her two youngest kids lived in. Her family greeted her. She was one year clean.
The hospital couldn't help her anymore, not because she was too far gone, but because she no longer needed them.