A/N: Disclaimer I do not own any of the recognizable characters or plotlines of both the show Riverdale and the Archie comics. I mean no infringement of copyright. That being said if you could not already tell this story deals with some heavy stuff. Of course it deals with mental health, but it also deals with past violent and uncomfortable situations, with childhood abandonment, as well as depression and previous suicidal attempts. Reader discretion is advised. You have been warned. Also I mean in no way for this to give mental institutes a bad outlook. I know that most all mental health institutes are amazing now. They are put in this light simply for the entertainment of the story. Also any mental illness in this story will be represented to the best of its ability, but may be amplified for the entertainment value. I mean no offense by it. And before anyone gets on my case, I am diagnosed with bipolar disorder 1. I only want to get real information out there. Anything that is misinformed in the story part will be addressed in an author's note at the end of the chapter. If I do miss anything please feel free to correct me nicely in the comments. (Anyone who does so rudely will be reported since I have warned and properly informed you.) Thank you for reading this story, and I hope you enjoy it!

*It finally happened. I turned 18. I got out of that place asap. And I knew where I was going. They deserved it. They needed this. I can't believe they didn't tell me. They were gonna pay.*

I leaned against the wall of the high school right outside the office door. I could've walked these halls. I could've ruled these halls. The door slammed open revealing my little sister arms held by both of our parents. My parents stopped dead in their tracks staring at me. The hall had begun to fill with people. I smirked and took a step towards the three people.

"Hello Mommy dearest. How are you Daddy?" A collective gasp moved through the crowd. Both my parents looked horrified. Cheryl, my poor baby sister, looked shocked. "Long time no see, it's been what eleven? Twelve years?" I sighed letting a small reminiscent laugh escape my lips. "Riverdale has changed quite a bit."

I dropped the airy facade slamming my hand into the door beside my mother. "When were you going to tell me my baby brother is dead!" I yelled.

Mother looked terrified her mouth opening and closing like a broken robot at a decaying carnival.

"What are you doing out?" My father hissed.

I turned to him with a wild look in my eye. "See when you turn 18, and you have no significant mental health issues then they can't keep you anymore. I was released on account that there's nothing wrong with me." My voice was raising at this point. I had begun yelling. "Other than the fact I was raised in a MENTAL ASYLUM rather than a home like a normal kid!"

"Wait, what?" Interrupted someone in a police officer's uniform. "You said she was at a boarding school."

"BOARDING SCHOOL!?" I sputtered. "BOARDING SCHOOL!! I WISH!"

"Ms. Blossom please just calm down." Said the officer.

I shook my head. "Is that the intercom?" Without waiting for a reply I ran in and turned it on. "Ahem, may I have your attention please, students, staff, and anyone else in the building. My name is Ophelia Blossom. For those of you who remember me: I am NOT dead. I was never at a boarding school. For those of you who never knew I existed or forgot me: I am the eldest Blossom child. Jase was my baby brother, and he was murdered in cold blood (my money's on my parents). Cher-Cher is my baby sister, and she's going through hell go easy on her. Now that we got that out of the way, I was wrongly admitted to a Mental Asylum by my parents at the age of seven. They put me there because I was nice to people. I didn't fit their Blossom mold, and I was corrupting Jason and Cheryl. I grew up in a place called Harmony Hills Institute for the Mentally Insane."I sighed then continued. "If you have ever heard horror stories about crazy houses then you have an idea of what it was like to live there. But I made friends in that hell too. Thank you for your time and consideration."

As I ended the announcement a girl with black hair and purple streaks slammed me into a hug. "Lia! I knew you weren't dead!"

"Carter! I'm digging the punk rock look." I complimented.

She twirled giggling. I noticed as well as the dark makeup she had a nose ring, a lip piercing, all types of ear piercings, and she wore spikes for rings. "I knew I hadn't imagined you! By the way, I'm loving the insane asylum look." She gestures to my long hair reaching past my butt. We only got to cut if we were using it to strangle ourselves or others. My nails also were cut down to nubs, so I had no nails. My eyes had bags underneath them so large you would have to pay an extra fee on a plane trip. Everything about me also had a certain dirtiness. We had communal bathrooms without any sort of privacy. Not to mention I had never shaved my legs, but because I was blessed with Blossom colored hair no one could tell.

I smiled. "Come on Carter. Let's go out and catch up."

"Okay girl I'm so taking you to get all this fixed." She vaguely gestures to all of me and I laugh. We link arms and walk out of the office and down the hallway like it's a runway. We wave and blow kisses to all the people in the hallway now.

*Little did I know that on the other side of town another thing from my past was coming back into my (and the town's) life. But unlike the first new thing this one would be received joyously.*

*I smiled as we entered the familiar roads of my hometown. They didn't know why I came back; they didn't have to know. My family was just happy I was back, and I couldn't wait to see my friend(s) again. I'm home.*

Mom pulled the car up into his driveway. She looked at me sadly as I pulled out my earbuds and turned to her. She looked to be on the verge of tears. I smiled sadly and wrapped her in a hug.

"I'm sorry Mom," I replied sighing. "You know I couldn't stay there in Chicago. And you know it has nothing to do with you."

She sighed. "I know sweetie. I just don't know how I'm going to deal in that big city alone."

I smile sadly. "You'll rock it, mom."

She laughed. I slipped out of the car grabbing my bags. I looked up at my childhood home unaware of all the new burdens that home had been given. Mom carried up my few boxes to my childhood bedroom. It looked exactly the same as it had when we left a little more than two years ago. A thin layer of dust had collected on everything in the room. I smiled as I saw a picture of my best friend, Ally, and I. I picked up another picture wiping off the dust layer to reveal Archie, his best friend Jughead, and me up in Juggie's treehouse. We were about 6 and 7 in the picture, but it still conjured up memories of Archie and Jughead's antics that I always somehow got caught up in. I smiled looking back at my mom. She was standing in the doorway now ready to leave. I ran up and gave her a final hug before she left Riverdale for good.

"I'll miss you." I whispered into her shoulder.

"I'll miss you too, sweetheart." She whispered back.

"I love you." I said squeezing her tighter in the hug.

"I love you too, Yasmine." Mom replied.

I watched her car pull away from the front porch and didn't stop until it was out of sight.

My packing was all finished, and I was baking cupcakes in the kitchen for fun when my older brother Archie got in from school. As far as I knew both dad and mom had not told Archie of my arrival. So needless to say, when he walked into the kitchen to see me he was shocked. He just stood there gaping for a little while until finally running up and lifting me into a hug. Archie had actually grown some muscle since the last time I saw him.

"Yazzy, you're so tiny." He said as he lifted me off the ground.

I laughed. "I've missed you too, Mr. Muscle God."

He laughed. "I've missed you so much, little sis."

It was true what he said though I was now stick-like in figure. We both embraced for a minute before breaking away.

"So how's Riverdale?" I asked.

"You didn't hear?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Jason Blossom was murdered. The whole town is a suspect." He replied.

"What? Really? Whoa I leave for two years and the town gets interesting." I said cracking a small smile.

Archie gave a small smile before turning serious. "Don't joke about Jason's death. You don't want to become a suspect in a murder case."

I put up my hands in defense. "You know my motto: Dark humor is the best humor."

Archie rolls his eyes and sneaks a taste of my icing. I slap his hand and sling a spoonful at his face. He chuckles as he wipes the sweet substance off his face.

As I finish up icing my cupcakes, dad comes in the front door. I smile and run up to him wrapping him in an overdue hug. We stand there forever in each other's arms. He smiles into my shoulder and kisses my cheek. I haven't seen my dad in two years; I feel the tears come to my eyes. I begin crying on to his back. My tears falling like a rainstorm in the desert.

"I've missed you, Yasmine." He said.

"I've missed you too, Daddy. I've missed you so much more than you can imagine." I replied more tears falling.

He smiled then pulled out of the hug looking me up and down. "You look beautiful, babygirl."

I blushed. "Thanks, dad. I love you."

"I love you too." He replied. He smiled. "How about you and Archie go pickup some takeout from Pop's?"

I smiled wiping my tears away. "That sounds like a great idea." I ran off grabbing my older brother's hand. "Come on Archie!" And together we ran out of the door.

After getting our food on our way back, I spent my time singing songs from musicals to Archie. I was still singing when we approached the non vacant porch.

*"And who in case she doesn't hang, can say she started with a bang. Roxy Hart."* I smiled holding out the note but instead of reprimanding me for singing of murder as he had been Archie was staring at the steps. I turned to be met with the wide eyes of Jughead Jones. "Oh hey Juggie. I've been annoying my brother with songs from musicals. What are you doing out on the porch and not inside? You were always welcome when I lived here. Oh no! Did you two have a fight while I was gone? Are you not friends anymore? That would totally suck!"

"It's nice to see you back in Riverdale Minnie." Jughead said cutting me off.

I smiled. As a child, I always had a crush on Jughead, and here we stand years later, and I don't know my feelings for him. "I've missed you guys, and the smallness of this town."

He smiled one more time before his eyes cut to Archie and absolute loathing dripped from his eyes. "I didn't think I'd have to do this in front of your little sister..."

Archie swallowed nervously. "What's up, Juggie?"

"What's up?" He hissed. "Is I saw you." His eyes cut to me briefly. "With Ms. Grundy."

"Keep your voice down my dad's inside." Archie hissed.

Wait, are they talking about? Oh no. I stepped away from my older brother a little disgusted with him. Archie and Jughead both watched me as I struggled with my own internal battle.

Archie stepped closer reaching out to me, but I reeled back."Yaz..."

I shook my head. "No, Arch, you can't make this one better. You're not the only one with brand new secrets."

I pushed past him stumbling a little on the stairs. I paused smiling at Juggie. "You should really come in. I made cupcakes. I've missed you guys."

I walked in slamming the door and sinking down against it hearing the muffled sounds of their argument.

"Hey pumpkin." I looked up. Dad was standing over me smiling, but it was slipping. "Where's Archie?"

I gestured out the door. "Talking, well actually, arguing with Jug outside."

"Arguing?" Dad asked confused. "I've never known those two to argue."

"I'll tell her," was the last thing out of Archie's mouth when Dad opened the door.

"Hey Jug," my dad said interrupting them. "You coming in? We've got takeout from Pop's."

Jug turned back to us silently. Archie was giving him a death glare.

"I made cupcakes." I persuaded.

Jughead smiled. "If Minnie made cupcakes, then I'm definitely coming in."

Archie's glare intensified, but Juggie was only looking at me. As he stepped inside, he did a very un-Jughead like thing; he gave me a hug. I embraced him knowing that I'd probably never get to hug him again.

As he hugged me, he whispered. "You okay?"

I just nodded.

Little did we know as we embraced, Archie was glaring at Jughead with even more rage than before. As we broke apart, he spoke again. "Good if my little Minnie was anything but okay; there'd be hell to pay."

I laughed, and we all headed for the dining room for the most awkward dinner I've ever had.

*As we try to fix the pieces of our broken lives; we usually end up breaking something else. My parents were on their way to divorce, but we still tried to fix each other. Even though some of us are broke beyond repair.*

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