The room was bright, lit with one single bulb. The walls were a blue, a bright blue, covered in posters of faces and names that never seemed recognizable to me. The bed was small, twin-sized, and wrapped in a soft comforter the same color as the walls. There was a small desk in the corner, misused and abandoned. No dresser. No closet. No windows.
"Who was here before me?" I thought, "Where was I?"
remembering or recalling nothing, I set my suitcase down on the plush white carpet, the door closing behind me.
"Where was I?" I thought again.
I remembered nothing of this place or who I was.
"Is this where they kept all the female teens who have the same issue as me, memory?" I thought.
I reached for my hair, long brown wavy, and tucked it behind my ears, beginning to unpack the belongings claimed to be mine and placing it all on the tiny desk or underneath the tiny bed. Finished with the task, I sat on the blue bed, confused and almost clueless.
"Who was I?" I thought over and over again, trying to figure it out.
