I doubt anyone remembers this fic, I decided spontaneously to finish it why? I dunno... I still kinda like it... anyways... the story so far (incase you forgot and are to lazy to re-read) is the GS heroes are stuck in a special institution for children in need. Each of them have their own problems to deal with:, Jenna and her Anger, Mia and her depression, Ivan and his Paranoia (and great lack of self-worth... poor Ivan TT) Sheba and her mental instability, Isaac and... well.. I'm not gonna say but I think most people know what it is; and Garret with...uh... actually I'm not so sure if there IS anything wrong with himOo (he gets to be the normal one...yay) I suppose he's just here due to his lack of a family and the fact that there was nowhere else for him to go...yeah... anyways... on with the show!!

(oh and I'd like to warn you.. some.. of these stories are kinda far-fetched for something that's meant t be a reality story.. but its just a dumb story. Sooo whatever)

And no, I DON'T own Golden Sun. If I did then Mia and Isaac would have fallen in love...:: wanders away daydreaming::

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"Mama?" a five year old Sheba called out.

"Mama? Mama!!" Her cries met only silence, the sun was slowly setting on the dusty road.

"Mama!! Mamaaa!!" the tiny girl sat down. Mama would be back. Mama was always back. She hoped it would be soon, it was getting cold. Sheba felt lonely.

"Mama...Mama...Mama" she began to call softly into the horizon. Nobody heard her.

Nobody came. Sheba was alone in the cold. Sitting next to the road. "Mama!" she tried once more, desperately raising her voice. Mama wouldn't leave her here. Mama would hear her. Mama would come.

But she never came. Sheba was alone.

Her eyes came open. Somehow she had fallen off her bed and was now lying on the floor. Her eyes were open, but she saw nothing. It was dark, she was cold. "Mama..." she whimpered softly into the night, still believing she was lying next to the lonely, dusty road that had taken away her Mama.

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Ivan cried out wordlessly as the blow sent him crashing to the ground. "It's your fault she's gone" that deep dark voice growled, it was so cruel, so frightening, so full of hatred.

Ivan whimpered. "I'm sorry..." he choked; his words only rewarded him with a hard kick. "No... Your not. You don't care. How could you care?" the voice asked him darkly. "I..." Ivan couldn't respond to that. His throat hurt too much. Every muscle and bone in his small body ached, he wished it would stop, he wanted to just black out. "You don't care that she's gone, you don't care that it was your fault either. Filthy little wretch"

Ivan whimpered again, those words hurt worse then the unstoppable blows did. He was right. His father was right, it was his fault. His mother never would have gotten sick if it weren't for him, he deserved this. He deserved to die.

He listened as his father stormed away muttering darkly, slamming the small door to his room after him. Ivan sniffed to himself as he attempted to drag himself into the small dark corner he spent most of his time occupying. "I'm sorry" he cried softly, the cold, wet tears streaming down his bruised face. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." he'd repeated those words more often then he could count, it was like a dull, tuneless lullaby that sent him into a dazed hazy sleep for a few hours. At least, before his father came back again. Everything went black.

"...I'm Sorry" his eyes slowly opened into the darkness of the small white room. The aching pain was gone, but he could still hear his father's harsh words in the silence of the room "it's your fault she's gone. Your fault" Ivan cuddled himself tightly under the blankets, staring dully into the dark. "It's my fault" he told himself quietly.

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"Is Da going to be alright?" Isaac asked his mother worriedly as the doctors sadly pulled a white sheet over his fathers pale rigid face. He watched her stare after him desperately before looking down at him. She wouldn't lie, no matter how bad it was, he knew she wouldn't.

"Isaac... Darling" she muttered pulling him into an embrace. "Daddy... is going to a better place" she pulled away slightly to look into his eyes, "a better place up in the sky, where people fly with white feathered wings and sing to the stars" her eyes where bloodshot and rimmed with tears. Isaac understood what she was saying to her, he may only be seven, but he wasn't naïve.

"Da's dying" he said quietly, trying to make himself believe that he'd never see his father again. "He's dead" his mother corrected quietly, pulling him close again. "But we still have each other Isaac" Isaac nodded in acceptance. His father was dead. He felt the terrible grief, threatening to pull him under, but he refused to be taken, his mother still needed him to be strong after all. She was right. They did still have one another.

It all faded into blackness, and suddenly, he was sitting by his mother's bed in the hospital, not a year later. The radiation that had gotten into her body the day she'd desperately pulled her husband out of the remains of the bombed building was finally taking its toll. She was dying, just like his Father.

Isaac said nothing as he sat next to her, she was sleeping. He wasn't going to wake her. She only felt pain when he was awake, and Isaac didn't want his Mother to have to suffer. Just let her sleep, if she died in her sleep there would be no pain for her. The thought brought back the terrible grief, so much worse now. Mother was dying; there was nothing he could do. Soon he'd be alone.

"Isaac" Isaac snapped back to attention immediately now that his mother was awake. "Ma?" She sighed sadly "You poor thing. How could we have done this to you?"

"Not your fault" Isaac replied honestly, he knew it wasn't, they loved him and would never want to leave him alone. She smiled "you'll be brave for us wont you Isaac?" he nodded "you'll keep on marching, like a strong soldier" he smiled slightly, something he hadn't done in a long time. "We'll be watching over you, Isaac" and with that, she closed her eyes again.

"Ma?" Isaac breathed softly, no response. She had gone back to sleep. After a few hours her breathing slowed, and eventually stopped.

She was gone.

Isaac wondered when he'd regained his consciousness; he wondered how long it would take to get him back t sleep again. The dream hadn't bothered him. Not anymore, it was after all just a dream, a shadow of a memory. He sighed and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes, waiting for sleep to take him again.

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Mia stared up at the ceiling of her room, it was late, she knew she should be sleeping, but she couldn't. The memory kept coming back ad replaying itself in her head... The last conversation shed had with Alex. She closed her eyes.

"Alex..." she muttered.

"...Alex?" a small, pale girl asked her brother

"Yeah Mia?" came the reply. They where both in the hospital, Alex lying in the bed, staring at her sleepily, she was seated on a chair next to his bed. She hated hospitals, but Alex needed her, so she was here.

"Are you... scared?"

"Of what?"

"Of..." she couldn't bring herself to say it. Not in front of him, not like this. Her eyes went to the floor. "Of Dying?" he filled in for her. She nodded silently.

"Not really I mean, I was before, y'know the operation and all... But not now. I dunno, it doesn't seem all that bad" Alex grinned at her in the darkness, it still surprised her, how laid back her older brother could be at times. "I mean, I'm gonna die someday, I suppose if its sooner other then later it just means I wont have to spend thirty odd years waiting for it to happen"

When he put it that way it seemed so practical, as if he where talking about a job that had to be done. She wasn't sure how that made her feel, she should probably be relieved that Alex wasn't spending his last few days worrying about the inevitable, but at the same time it made her feel foolish about worrying about it herself. In just a few days, she would lose her older brother. Lose the last and closest one in her family.

One by one, the sickness had taken them all, Little Megan, Justin, even Mother and Father. It had been so hard, but Alex had always been there. Strong, loving Alex had always been there to comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright. Soon she would lose him too. Soon there would be no more Alex to hold her hand in the darkness. Shed have to go to one of those horrible foster homes, they thought they could replace her family with strangers, Loving strangers, yes, caring strangers, but still strangers. Mia didn't want Strangers, no matter how loving and caring they were. Mia wanted Alex.

"Mia" He said suddenly, Mia was pulled from her thoughts to see him looking at her sadly and realized the thoughts had made her cry. "I'm sorry Alex" she said quietly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "Don't be sorry" he said, "There's no reason for you to be sorry, I know your scared" he smiled at her reassuringly "I'm gonna be fine, I'm not scared of death, it just means I don't have to sit here and be bored in hospital all day, surrounded by those boring old men in white coats" Alex grimaced slightly and Mia giggled a little. After that they began talking of lighter subjects, but Mia felt a shadow lingering in her heart. Soon, soon he'd be gone, then it would all be over for her.

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Garret smiled to himself as he watched the orphanages security give up search and leave. He was free. He climbed out of the garbage can he'd been hiding in and began walking away. Where? It didn't matter, anywhere was better then that place, he'd rather go hungry and sleep on the cold wet stone of the streets then spend another night in that dark, lonely room or eat that grey messy stuff they called mashed potatoes.

Even if he died out here tonight, even if some strange street people came and killed him for the little money he had, he'd still prefer it to that orphanage. He shook his head sadly to himself, places like that should be illegal, they probably where. He wondered how they got past the inspectors, probably by pampering a select few children then hiding the rest of them in the large cellar.

It wasn't his problem anymore; he told himself firmly as he searched for someplace he could buy some food. He'd escaped; he needed to concentrate on keeping himself alive. Unconsciously, he wondered how long it would take the social workers to find him. He knew they would eventually; he had no problems with that, As long as they didn't put him in anther orphanage. "If they do ill just run away again" he told himself quietly as he continued to roam the street.

It had taken them about three years to finally get it through their heads that he had a strong hate for orphanages, Garret thought with a grin as he stared out the window in his room- it was locked, of course. Just incase whoever was occupying the room had any suicidal tendencies- Three years of being placed in and escaping, until finally, they'd take him here. Deciding that whatever his 'problem' was, the people here could resolve it. Well they could try as much as they liked, soon enough they would realize there was nothing to solve, then they'd send him to another orphanage. 'Unless of course I'm old enough to get a job by then' he mused. Still contemplating these things, he turned away from the window and dragged himself back to bed.

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Jenna sat on the porch of her house, clutching at her small black haired dolly. Shed had it for almost as long as she could remember.

"He's not coming back" Her mother slurred drunkenly from the kitchen. Jenna bit her lip and forced herself not t reply. 'She's wrong hell be back. Felix will come'

"He's run away. Ungrateful brat" her mother disappeared into the living room, a small thud was heard. 'She passed out again' Jenna thought in disgust. How Jenna hated her mother, sometimes she just wanted to kick at her and scream and bite her. The only thing that stopped her from doing so was Felix.

"Mom just struggles a lot" he'd said to her sadly one afternoon, after they'd had t listen to her shriek about how ungrateful and useless they where before she'd gone to her room to dope herself to sleep. "And she thinks Alcohol and drugs are the solution to her problems" Jenna snorted, "I hope they kill her" shed replied. "No you don't" he'd answered. Jenna had known he was right, but she still hated her for what she did to her and Felix.

Jenna gripped her doll tighter and waited. She glanced down at her hand; it was a slightly yellow color. Shed once asked Felix why she was such a funny color when nobody else was; he'd explained it to her. "Well... Mom was taking lots of drugs when she had you" he'd said uncomfortably, "Y'know, like Marijuana and stuff like that" Jenna knew how much it distressed her older brother that she had to deal with these things at such a young age, it only made her even angrier at her mother for causing all this in the first place. "Well... because of that, some of the drugs kinda got into you when you were still in her tummy, and it discolored your skin"

Jenna hadn't replied, but he'd known what shed been thinking, she even knew he'd known. She was permanently marked as a druggie's daughter. Neither of them ever spoke of it, but it had upset them both. Jenna averted her gaze from her hand, not wanting to remember that anymore.

"He's coming" she told nobody in particular. 'He has to come. ...Felix... I need you.'

But Felix had never come home. Jenna remembered she had sat there, all night. By about three in the morning the tears had began t flow down the Childs face as it dawned on her that her mother had been right. Her cruel, alcoholic monster of a mother had been right.

Felix had run away from her.

"Felix... how could you..." It had been that moment, that the tiny demon that had been growing inside her erupted in an explosion of anger and hatred at everything, almost blinding her from all other emotions. She felt only the hate.

"How could you..."

Jenna hadn't realized she'd spoken the last words until shed finished saying them. She rolled over n her bed angrily, not wanting to remember what had happened afterwards, shed ripped the head of her doll and thrown it as far as she could, shed fled to her room ad proceeded to destroy everything and anything she could lay her hands on. That had been the first of her many, many violent outbursts.

That was why she was here now. "Damn... Felix... this is all your fault" she muttered angrily to herself again as she closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.