Finding a way home (it's been so long)

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[trigger warning]
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She awoke to the sound of a booming cries from a baby. By now she's confused. She's in a theatre. She decides to get up. She can't just lay here all confused. She gets up and picks a seat at the back of the theatre. She begins to watch the movie that is playing. It is a baby, born very reddish orange, and in distress, what is she watching? After about a minute or two the birth video is over, then the video switches to a more happy, childhood video. She begins to realize that she is the only one in the theatre. Also, the child looks a lot like her. Nonsense she thinks. She's watching a movie, why would it be about her? She chuckles slightly at this thought. The video is of a child and a family. They are building a snowman. They play happily. This makes her slightly grin. But she doesn't know why. The video switches and takes a dark turn. It's her. She Completely sure that it is her. She's in her school hallway all alone. She fairly remembers this terrible memory. She's in the middle of the hallway on her knees crying. Her books lay in front of her. She tries to look away from what's playing as her grin fades into a frown. Then something else showed. It was horrid. At that point She knew exactly what happened, she knew exactly what the video was, she knew exactly how she got in the theatre. What played was very disturbing, but she just watched.   What was playing was the video of her committing suicide just an hour ago.