Being in a white room for a while kind of forces you to think about things. Revaluate your life, if you will.
So that's just what Laurie did. She sat on the cold white floor and thought. Of course, most of her thoughts didn't quite make sense. They stopped making sense the night she found Annie on their bathroom floor.
Laurie knew that. She knew that she wasn't totally right upstairs. She was Michael Myers' sister after all. But even she knew that having Annie, of all people, die in her arms had fucked her up.
The second that the dark-haired girl had stopped breathing, Laurie heard a crack. She had snapped. She didn't care about anything else. She just stopped giving a fuck.
Because Annie was the one person Laurie could think of that she truly loved. And now she was gone. Laurie lost herself the day she lost Annie.