Lindsey walked to a special place one day. Around the world and back, she walked to her family. Vanessa was there, smiling, like she didn't care about the bullet wholes on her shirt. Behind her, was an army of kids. All in white, all from the asylum.They were who Lindsey saved.
And Lindsey forgot that she was dead. She forgot all those horrid events that happened before. She forgot about school, and all those girls. All she saw was now and them.
And that was alright, because she was where she belonged. She didn't stick out anymore, and she was certainly not useless. She was happy; in fact, she was overjoyed. She was with the people she saved, and the people who saved her.
And that's all that mattered to her.
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