You were taken into Willow Hill shortly after the death of your high school sweetheart, Isaac Night.
It was only roughly 2 years in that they declared that you were dead.
You were mentally insane after Isaac was killed by his own great plan. You very nearly killed yourself in front of your brother, Gomez who also had been Isaac's best friend. He had saved you, but it led to them putting you in the psychiatric hospital.
Your brother, Gomez, and Morticia had come to visit you at least once a month and that's truly kept you going. They said you were getting better... until they were moving you to a much darker room, they didn't let you outside now, and you stopped having visitors.
They told everyone that you had finally killed yourself. No longer able to live and deal with the loss of Isaac. You didn't know this. You thought they had finally forgotten you.
You had fully believed that they were going to let you out but truthfully? That was never going to happen, not by their own choice, but they didn't tell you that.
You didn't know how long it have been before the hospital was in shambles. A girl, with two braids, was the one that let you out of your prison. You didn't recognize her as your niece.
"You're my aunt..." Wednesday spoke softly, like she couldn't believe what was in front of her right now. How was she supposed to believe that? Her parents rarely talked about you because of everything, and they didn't want to admit that they had perhaps went wrong putting you in the mental hospital.
"Gomez and Morticia's child?" The words left your mouth so softly, in disbelief. You didn't know how long it had been since you last even saw them. It confused you, what year even was it? You wondered.
"Come on." Wednesday finally said before leading her out of the cells with the other outcasts that had been kept here for experimenting purposes.
You were slowly reintroduced to your family, Gomez was practically all over you, apologizing and trying to make up for lost time.
"Isacc Night is alive." Morticia spoke softly, standing in the entrance of the room while you and Gomez were looking through old photos. You were trying to remember things from your school years inside your mess of a mind after the amount of pain and torment you had went though. It wasn't the kind of pain and torment that an Addams like her enjoyed.
Your eyes landed on an old picture of you and Isaac, his hands were around your waist, and you were looking up at him like he was your whole world... the feelings had been mutual for the exception of his sister... who eventually was the reason he died.
"He can't be." The words left your mouth fast then you would've wanted.
The worst part was... you knew you were still in love with him. You wanted him. You were going to have to find him.