I am a lazy person. It has been a week since I wrote this and I haven't posted it yet... AWKWARD. VERY AWKWARD. So, my point leads to please review this :D

Disclaimer: Basically, it's come down to I don't own Doctor Lancey-Boo Sweets. Doctor Emily Winter, Doctor Phil Carson, Doctor Whitney Black and other characters that so far I will not name for your own pain.

Whitney's POV

It's not like everything fell apart. Well, that's a little bit of a lie. In theory there was probably one thing that didn't fall apart. So everything but one thing fell apart. And I'm not sure what that one thing was... Not a great start to the day. So when Emily came in today I was like crap. Not going to be a great day.

Her normally bouncy black hair was lank and her puppy dog eyes bags under them that a robber could hide in. She looked rushed and worried. Pulling a rubber-band from her wrist she twisted her hair into a low style ponytail. She forced a smile on her face and swallowed, "Whitney, are you okay with Doctor Sweets being here when your parents are?"

"Sure." I mutter. It's not like today could get any worse. Oh, right it could. Emily smiles pitifully and walks away. I sink my upper teeth into my bottom lip and quickly taste blood.

When Emily comes back, she's got a tray with two slices of buttered toast, a glass of water and some pills. I mentally slap myself for not seeing this coming. What would they do to me? I quickly swallow the toast. It's still hot and the butter is still melting. It slides down and my tummy growls for more. Hey, not eating for days can make you starving. I look at the cool, clear liquid and the white powdered pills.

Emily looks at me. Her smile is like weak tea. I rub my forehead and swallow the first pill. Then the next. And the next. And the last one. Her smile brightens just a little bit before she sees the glum, dark face of Doctor Carson. She picks up they tray and walks from the room.

The door loudly beeps and I walk back-over to my bed. Collapsing down, I cross my fingers that my parents have been hit by a bus or something. God, that sounds bad.

"Doctor Black?" I look up from my hands and see Doctor Carson. Behind him I can see some curly blonde hair.

My stomach starts twisted and turning. I can feel this morning toast wanting to make a show. I swallow the bile that has started to come up and force a smile on my face. "Yes Doctor Carson?"

"Your parents and sisters are here. Do you want to see them now or wait for Doctor Sweets?"

I'm not sure what seems worse but I'm going to take it that he takes my silence for me wanting to wait for Lance.

My hands are twisting beneath one another and I feel like I'm trying to pull the skin off them, leaving them to pure bones. White bones. Nothing else. No blood, veins or muscle. I bite down on my lip again which hasn't even started the healing process.

I close my eyes when I hear the door open. I can't hear any voices telling me to get up or to smile. I guess that it's not Emily or Carson. A hand is outreached to me and I look up. It's Sweets. I carefully take his hand, almost like I don't trust it. Like it could hurt me. When I'm standing, he gently pulls me into a hug and presses his lips to mine.

My lips feel slack against his soft warm ones. I was wrong. She hasn't poisoned them. They are as soft, sweet and caring as ever. He stops and places one more to my lips. I've missed the taste of his lips so much without realizing it.

"Whitney, just remember that I'm always going to me here for you."

"Thanks." I sit down on the bed and he drops downing next to me. Emily and Carson walk in followed by a woman with wavy blonde hair and a couple small winkles. After her is a balding, brown haired man with shimmering green eyes. A tall skinny blonde with green eyes walks in with a shorter equally as skinny and blonde girl.

"My darling Faith!" The woman exclaims. Whitney, remember. She's your mom. I fight back the growing urge to scream at her to get away from me. The taller blonde more commonly known as Alice smiles at me, her peachy pink lips pressed together. My mom totters over to me in her overly large heels. The short blonde AKA Eve blinks her clear green eyes and starts walking over as well.

I grab Lance's hand, my shortened nails breaking his skin.

"Faith? Is that you?" Eve says. "Oh, you look so..."

"Different." Dad finishes He smiles at pushes Lance out of the way so the he can sit next to me. Alice nudges Eve over and plonks herself next to me and grabs my hand.

"It's okay Faith. We're here for you. You don't need to worry, we'll get you out of here as soon as possible. Your fine. Once you get out, you can move in with me and Daddy. Or Evey or Ali." Mom exclaims.

"Sure! You can come and live in New York with me. It will be great, you'll love it. The lights! The shops! The guys!" Eve says.

"Mom. Dad. Eve. Alice. I live in DC, I have a life and a job. And a boyfriend?" Dad's eyes shoot over to Lance.

"Him? He's a boy. Geez Faith. You couldn't have even picked a decent boyfriend. Your moving to New York with Eve. End of story."

"Dad! I'm not your little girl anymore, you can't control my life. I don't even want you here! You always ruin everything. Remember my fourth grade award show? When I didn't get the PE Cup, you went and slapped the PE teacher?" I scream. His eyes darken and something sharp catches me across the face.

My hand flies to my rapidly red cheek and my legs give way. My dad's voice booms around and someone flies in. Two men dressed in white grab my father and pulls him from the room. Mom screams and her nails dig into my soft skin. Alice screams and tries to pull Mom away. Emily grabs my Mom's shoulders and yelling fills the room. Eve and Alice are yanked away. I start to scream.

They're my sister. They're different from Mom and Dad. They've always protected me from right and wrong. I'm sobbing and I can someones arms encircle my shoulders. Sweets. I curl up in his lap and contiue to cry.

Emily walks back in and lightly taps me on the shoulder. Lance ushes her away and starts rubbing my back, whispering that it's going to be okay. It's not though. It never will be.

I can feel my stomach dry heaving and I cling to Sweets' jacket like it's the last thing in the world. I hiccup and say, "Are they gone?" He places a careful kiss to my right temple and nods.

It feels like weighs have been lifted from my shoulders. I never want to see them again, never. Alice and Eve maybe. Mom and Dad? Never. Never ever again. How did they even find them? It's not like there's a giant sign that says' WHITNEY'S PARENTS LIVE HERE. That would be slightly funny though.

I press my salt flavored lips again Lance's and remember everytime that we've been happy together.

It's a nice feeling remembering everytime that we've been together and being his arms. I press my face into his arm and breath. Emily walks over and whispers something to Lance. He kisses me and then tells me that he needs to go. I cry when he leaves.

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"Whitney?" Emily asks. She's standing by the door, holding a form in her hands. Her hair looks better today and she has her labcoat on again. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure! What's stopping you?" I say sarcastically.

"Why were your parents calling you Faith?"

"Because it's my real name."

Drama! I am aware that I should have posted this and then Man In the Mud but I am lazy. LAZY. And Yeah...

I also own Mommy "Amanda" Black, Daddy "David" Black, Eve Black, Alice Black and Whitney "Faith" Black. As I said before...

DRAMA!