Room #105

Nitar walked down the hall dragging one bag that was more of a stuffed sack. But it held the things the th old man bought her before she left. Today she wore her blues dress that at the bottom of it was tore like she was running through a forest, and she was, well that was what the old man told her. He said she lost her memory when she was running in the forest, but she didn't want that to be true.

She walked on looking at the numbers on the door looking for room number 105. She kept walking till she found the door to the left. A smile crept up on her face as she unlocked the door and walked in. the room was empty except for a bed, a desk, and a closet for clothes and other stuff. There was another room to the left that also had a bed and closet and a desk, and then there was a bathroom. It was sort of small but nice. She went into the room to the left and set her stuff on the bed. She opened her bag and took her stuff out which was, a pair of light blue cargo pants, a light blue shirt, and another blue dress. There was a journal that Nitar does not remember, and a random book called 'Poems of the Wind', and then a bible. She walked to the closet that was in the side of the room and looked in. There were clothe hanger, whichc was good, so Nitar hung up her clothes then set the books on the bedside table, then looked at the journal.

Nitar looked up at the girl who walked in and asked if this was her dorm too. "Yes, it is mine also." Replied Nitar looking at her journal that she had just wrote in, and then set it to the side and started fiddling with her dress. It was a bit till she looked up again and stood, taking her journal to the desk at her side of the room, and set it down and turned to the girl. "My name's Nitar, and that's it, I have to last name." She said softly, as if she was somewhere else. She walked to her bed again and sat down on it, looking a bit lost, like she didn't know where she was.

I've only been around for two weeks, she thought, but past that I know nothing, its like a blank piece of paper that hasn't been writen upon. Well I ever find out my past? Maybe I will, and maybe I won't, but if I don't it will be like starting a knew life.

"Do you have any parent's." The question just seemed to flow from her lips but she didn't feel her lips moving she didn't feel anything it seemed right now, but she didn't mind, she liked the feeling of being oblivious to everything.