12: Ni-Bump-ght

Jenny looked at her hand. She touched her hand. She went to some glass and looked at her reflection. Her hair looked like it used to. She couldn't take her eyes off her reflection. For the first time since her death, she felt like a freak. She could still feel whatever it was but she didn't care. She looked at the thing she was given. She began to dream of returning to her old life.