Downward spiral. I'm killing this here. All the chapters of the story are done. Here are the last three chapters, back, to back, to back. I want to post the final part on mondy. Azurey, you're the older sister I never had. I love everyone else as well. Damn my inhaler. AN: I know you guys missed flashbacks. So enjoy them as well

Rory glanced down at the mirror with discontent as Jake looked at the mirror from behind him and murmured sadly ." Go lay down" To which Rory shrugged, rubbing his eyes and slumping. "Jake?" Rory asked, a little tired, a little everything as he walked down the hall and sat on the edge of the bed, eyes watery. " Sit down, I want to tell you some things"

Jake frowned but sat down by his brother and nodded, looking up and wiping the candy from his hands.

"Things, are going to change…" He sighed out, looking around the room in every direction incept for Jake's as he continued," I may not be able to take care of you and well…mom's a little wonky at the moment, so we can't rely on her. There's some things you need to know, so that if anything happens, you'll be okay"

Jake just nodded, confused.

"First off, you know that you have to take your medicine, right?"

Jake nodded once more and chewed on his lip," Why?"

"Just make sure that you never skip on it, okay, never skip on it" Rory stopped, pausing to catch his breath.

Jake just looked at him oddly as Rory waved him off, too tired to finish his sentence and decided to go and lay down

Jake balanced his hands on the edge of the sink, looking into the mirror and sighed. Rory's words echoed in his mind over and over again, but he stopped taking his pills days after he had died, days and days of all the oddness. Alex laid down in the bed in the corner, sleeping quietly.

Remy was expelled.

Trey was gone.

So why was he getting worse? And matter of fact, he checked his pockets and tried to remember exactly 8 years ago when he stopped taking those pills that maybe it was time for a refill.

He needed to be fixed.

Michael blew on the food in front of him, " Mrs. Del Rossi, this is more than enough" He held his fork tightly, bad headache and sides wrapped and tapped up, to make sure the healing was proper, and smiled and nodded. Robert, googily eyed and smiling waved at him from across the table while Marco and Ryan looked on in interest, smiling as well, and matter of fact, looking at each other was well. Things were just getting better and better.

"Fine, but if you want to be a strong boy, like Marco, you must eat your food" As Marco sighed and rolled his eyes, to which his mother warned that they may stick that way, the phone rang. Pushing up from off the table a horse voice whispered into the answering machiene. "Dad?"

"Jake…" Michael murmured, not looking up but instead chewing on the chicken in front of him. Mrs. Del Rossi was on a southern kick lately, mashed potatoes, corn, candy yams, collagens, chitins and rice, steak, and all that jazz. Michael didn't want to be fat, but the steak was too damn good to resist.

"Hi…Jake…how's it going?" Marco asked, it felt odd to talk to his son.

"Alesso?" Jake whispered into the phone, he was in the corner of the room on the floor, the phone cord wrapped around his converse sneakers and jeans which had stains on it, since suddenly, he wasn't able to keep food down.

"What's the matter?" Marco asked, now worried.

"I think…I uh…can you take me to the doctor? Please? I'd go, but I need someone 18 or older to help me get my pills…" Jake trailed off, holding himself tighter.

"Umm…okay" Marco frowned," I'll go and pick you up" As he hung up the phone he walked over and made an lousy excuse about how he'd be back and kissed them good bye.

5 minutes later they were sitting in the hospital office.

"Okay, now tell me that's going on with you, Jake, you look horrible" Marco asked, squinting through his thick black sunglasses and frowning, " Why didn't you tell me ealier?"

"Because" Jake murmured, " You're taking care of Michael-"

"Jake, you're still my son first" Marco placed a hand on his shoulder," You can still tell me everything"

"Long story short, before I met you I got off the medication that I was prescribed to, and now I'm starting to think that that's why I've been acting so angry and violent and shit lately, and I'm really tired now, and I throw up a lot…and I have these horrible headaches, painful headaches." Jake sighed. " And I just want to feel good again"

"And you will…" Marco nodded as the nurse called out Jake's name.