Asylum

Epilogue

A few months after the events at Wakefield Asylum...

A woman with dark brown hair entered a building and walked along the hallway. A guard stopped her and she smiled. "Welcome to Wakefield Institution for Troubled Teenagers! Here for the daily visit?"

"Yes." The replied and the guard handed her a visitor's pass. "Thank you."

She waited for the door to open and then spotted the person she came to visit. "You came." A girl with brown hair said without taking her eyes from the chess board.

The woman sat across from the girl and sighed. "I visit you everyday, sweetie." She grabbed her phone and showed a picture to the young woman. "Dylan sent you this text with a picture attached."

The brunette grabbed the phone and put it back on the table. "We have talked about this, mother. I don't care about any of them."

"Faith, honey..."

The green eyed girl interrupted. "I am no longer the daughter you used to know." She shouted. "Get the fuck out and stop trying to make me feel better!" Her eyes became glossy. "Quentin died because of me and he wasn't even mentioned once. Riley didn't even get to have a decent funeral and everyone has moved on except for me. Because I'm too crazy to forget the shit that happened because I wasn't brave enough." She stood up and threw her mom's phone against the wall. "Don't visit me anymore." And then Faith left the room.

After the Wakefield Asylum exploded, Faith couldn't move on. The school deemed her the survivor girl but she didn't agree with it because a part of her died that night. One day she snapped and sent a girl to the hospital. Needless to say that she was put into a mentally unstable facility due to the events at the asylum.

Cassie and Dylan gave their relationship a shot but he was still in love with Riley, which strained their relationship. He won an ward for the essay he wrote about that night and everything that happened during the asylum's golden years.

Despite failing all her classes, Cassie was able to go to college after her father offered a big donation to the university of her choice. Her story is yet to be finished.