Author's Notes: I do not own Sucker Punch. So sorry for the late update, had so many things going in with my life. This is really just a filler update, but thanks for waiting and reading again.

"Suffering from post traumatic stress disorder is a great deal even for adults my age, Evelyn. But you have made wonderful progress," A delighted Dr. Gorski had told Evelyn one afternoon during their session. Evelyn had noticed that the older woman in front of her had changed as well. She had cut her hair shorter, and gone was the nervous and unsure tinge in her voice. She also exhibited a lighter aura than she did a few months back. Dr. Gorski may have had looked older due to the stress they all experienced all those months ago, but at least she was visibly happier now.

After their session ended, Evelyn decided to visit the cemetery. She knew how to drive now and bought her own car so that she had something to use for transportation whenever she had the sudden impulse to go away and just be by herself. This would mark the first time that she would be able to visit Jackie's grave. She didn't have the strength to do so a few months earlier after the whole ordeal. When she got to the cemetery, she immediately asked where her sister's grave was located. She was upset to see that Jackie had been laid to rest with just a simple and cheap-looking tombstone that had only marked her name, date of birth and death. She made a mental note to talk to the staff if she could arrange for her sister and parents to be re-buried in one place.

That sick bastard, she thought to herself angrily. Right then from the beginning, she felt that Randy was just trouble. What she had not determined was the gravity of the cruelty he had projected upon them. What sickened and angered her more was when it was found out from further investigations that he was the one who plotted the murders of her parents. It was his plan all along to take everything away from them. She had since then vowed that she would always be vigilant with everything and everyone. She promised herself, Jackie and her parents, that she would be stronger. She won't be abused for the second time.

"I miss all of you," Evelyn said, tears streaming down her cheeks. How fitting it was that it had already started raining as well. "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough for Jackie, mom and dad. I should have been strong enough to stop him, but I was weak. I'm so, so sorry. I hope you could forgive me," she continued on. She cried as the rain poured harder. This was better than hiding in a closet at her house, or hiding from the maids and trying her best to hide the pain. She just let it all out.

Woolbrook Institute of Medicine and Surgery

"That's the last of the boxes," Edward said to the men as he directed them to a couple of boxes on the floor. His office was now nearly devoid of his things, save for the chair and table. He loved medicine, but the past haunting him and catching up just made the practice more difficult since it greatly affected his own judgments as a medical doctor.

'No. It's not healthy to cling on to that memory.' Edward thought to himself. He blocked his thoughts, afraid that he'd be a mess again before he could even leave the office. He took one last look before closing the door for the last time.

As he drove home, he couldn't help but remember Evelyn. Babydoll, he remembered Gorski telling him, with which he assumed was her nickname. It suited her perfectly, because she was like a porcelain doll, far too valuable to be just about anywhere and far too fragile for careless hands to handle. He had seen a lot of tortured souls in various asylums that he had visited to perform lobotomy on patients. It was not his first time at Lennox House, as during the early days of the procedure's conception, he accompanied a senior doctor there one time to observe the procedure. He didn't want this kind of help for those suffering from mental illnesses, but at the time and currently, there have been no effective drugs for the depraved mind. He could only hope and pray that new and humane methods and medications would be developed soon, so that the barbaric practice of lobotomy will finally be put to an end. Edward stepped out of the car and looked above the peaceful blue sky.

It was as if he was freed from all the demons he had in him. For years, Woolbrook was like a second home to him, but later on became the source of his anguish.

This is what freedom feels like, he thought to himself.

Bennett Mansion

Evelyn received the news that Blue Jones had been finally convicted for the years of sexual abuse that he had inflicted on some long-term patients at Lennox House, and for forging Dr. Gorski's documents more than once. Randy, that evil bastard, Evelyn thought, was found guilty for the murders of her parents and sister. Finally, God gave her the justice she fervently prayed for. She had always suspected that her father's death was unusual. So was her mother's. Jackie... She could not fall back to depression again. Her family's legacy will still be alive through her. The family business will not be put to waste, as Randy had done so during the days she was incarcerated at Lennox House, mismanaged their properties and stole a lot of money. The damage had been done, and all that she could do was fix whatever she could and salvage what was left. She was barely out of high school though, she still had to complete her senior year.

Evelyn did her best to excel at school, dismissing the looks of pity and curiosity that never failed to leave other students' or teachers' eyes as they passed by her in the halls. She had to be strong. She had not done everything that she did at Lennox House just so she'd get out weak and far too damaged to get back on her feet. No, she'd prove to everyone that she was capable of standing up again.

She still went to see Dr. Gorski for therapy once or twice a week, and noted of the progress that she had made. The nightmares haven't stopped completely, and she knew that she still had years ahead of her to remain with that. But, she did not wake up screaming and sweating in the middle of the night, at least not that frequently anymore.