Okay! I wasn't planning on adding a second part to the first bit, but then SuperXSeddieXShipper reviewed and gave me the best idea, so thank you!

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"Cat, Cat! Wake up, honey," I could hear someone calling as I began to regain consciousness. Wait… that sounds like… Mommy? I try my best to open my eyes, but they feel really heavy and I can't. Mommy shakes my shoulder again to try to get me to wake up. Finally, I build up enough strength and I open my eyes. The first thing I see is my beautiful mommy looking down at me with her familiar warm smile.

Wait.

What's going on? Am I… home? No, I can't be. I'm stuck in that awful place where mommy and daddy are different and scary. I'm dreaming, yeah, I'm just dreaming. I'll wake up for real and I'll be lying on the floor of the closet. I'll wake up from this beautiful dream just like I have done so many times since arriving in that awful place. But I can feel mommy's hands on my shoulders as she gently shakes me. It feels so real. She feels so real. I reach out and place my hand on her cheek.

She laughs softly, "What are you doing, kitten?" she asks. I freeze. Kitten. The nickname only she is allowed to call me. Whenever I dreamed about mommy in that unfamiliar place, she never called me kitten in any of my dreams. But this time she did. Oh my God. This is real. She's real. I'm home.

I squeak and sit up suddenly, throwing my arms around her neck and burying my face in her shoulder as I begin to cry. I can sense her confusion as she wraps her arms around me and rubs my back in a circular motion like she always does when I'm upset. I close my eyes and my tears fall onto her shoulder. I can feel her long soft hair brushing against my cheek as she begins to rock me side to side, something she's done since I was a baby.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asks gently. The thought of everything that had happened just brings on more tears, and now I can't stop. I'm sobbing loudly on her shoulder. She has no idea. No idea what hell I went through. No idea how much I missed her.

I sit back and she wipes my tears away from my cheeks before brushing my red hair away from my face. I just look at her. Really look at her, and realise just how much I missed her. Sure, I saw her every day when I was there, but it wasn't really her. She was different. She didn't love me. Daddy didn't either. Oh my God, my daddy.

"Where's daddy?" I ask, playing with her necklace. It was one that daddy had bought her for her birthday. I picked it out. I knew she would love it and she did. She always wears it now. She gives me a funny look, but not like the look she used to give me in that place. God, I hope I never have to see that look again.

"He's setting up the closet party, remember? C'mon, lets go see him," she smiles. I love her smile. I missed her smile. Her real smile. She stands up from my bed and offers me her hand. I'm hesitant to take it. In case I wake up as soon as I do. That always happened in my dreams when I was there. I would dream that I was back home with mommy and daddy, and we would be having one of our closet parties. But when I would reach out to touch them, they would get further and further away each time, and then I would wake up.

I take a deep breath and reach out for her hand. My heart stops when I actually manage to grab it. This is real. I'm positive. She pulls me out of bed and we leave my room. We walk through the house. Our house. Our house that I missed so much. I walk with her through the familiar corridors until we reach mommy and daddy's bedroom and go inside. It's just how I remember it. Bright and happy, It still has that smell too. A smell that I can't really describe. It's just a mixture of mommy and daddy. It's perfect.

She leads me over to their closet and inside, I see daddy. My daddy. I squeal and throw myself at him. Luckily, he know what I'm like, and he's ready to catch me in his arms. I grasp onto his shoulders and hug him tightly, not wanting to let go. I can hear him asking mommy if there's something wrong with me, and I just giggle into his shoulder, his hair tickling my face like it always does.

I look over his shoulder into the closet and a grin spreads across my face. It's just how it should be. Blankets and pillows covering the floor, grandma's special pudding in the middle of the floor with spoons, ready to be eaten. And mommy and daddy. Together. Happy. Perfect.

We crawl into the closet and sit in a circle. I snuggle up to mommy and daddy, unwilling to let them go again. I never want to leave again. I want to stay here forever in this closet with them. No fighting. No yelling. No nothing. Just us. Mommy opens the lid on grandma's special pudding and hands me a spoon, letting me have the first bite. Daddy wraps his arm around me and my smile lights up the dark closet.

I'm home.