The Girl With No Recollection Chapter 4 Using the twine she was given earlier that day, she threw her hair into a bun. "So I can remember how to throw my hair into a comfortable fashion, but I don't remember my own name." She stepped out of the steamy water filled tub and wrapped herself in a towel. "Are you almost finished in there?" Marco knocked on the door from the outside. "Marco? Who are you talking to?" A female voice rang through the door. She sounded older, but not old. Definatly matured, not a teenager. "Oh, I'm just waiting for Dante to finish." High heels echoed through the halls. "Dante?" "Yes ma'am?" She glanced at Dante who was standing in the corner of the bathroom. His eyes were concealed by a blindfold. "Are you alright? Do you need me to come in there?" "No ma'am. I'm just in the tub." His voice was so small, and innocent. He wasn't clutching that little thing with the chain attached to it anymore. A chain was dangeling out from his pocket. "Alright." There was a minuscule pause. "Don't be too long." That was being projected through the door, most likely at Marco. The heels clicked away into a much bigger space, then they faded away. "Hey, hurry up in there. It's almost time for curfew. " "Almost done" She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She fixed her dress and looked at her hair. She leaned over and took Dante's hand in hers. She slid off his blindfold. She walked over to the door and slipped on her flats. She opened the door and Marco was waiting on the opposite side of the corridor with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Come on. We have to hurry." The light patter of their footfalls and her heavy breathing overpowered any other sound. "Are you okay?" Dante's voice whispered to her. She glanced at Marco. He shot a look at Dante and mouthed the word . She didn't say anything. She looked up and locked up the tears that were about to fall. They arrived at the boys chambers and by then they had all changed into night wear except Marco. He could probably sleep in what he wearing. He was in dark gray slacks, the same material that the dress was made from, and a white shirt. Nothing too fancy, but he wouldn't go out to play soccer in it. It looked like something one would wear to a school. "Here, you can sleep here for tonight." He opened a door in the back of the room that she hadn't noticed the first time she was in the room. This room had no triangular ceiling. The room was shaped like a beige cylinder. There was a queen sized bed off to the side with two dressers on the opposite end of the room. At the exact center of the bedroom was a circular beam of light that cast down from a window on the ceiling. There are extra blankets in the bottom drawer. He gestured to one of them. Then something occurred to her. "Wait... Whos room is this? You all sleep in that room." He didn't say anything at first. "It belonged to Carlo." "Who is Carlo?" "He was our senior. Like a supervisor." The was different. "What happened to him?" He looked up from the bed post he was stroking and at her. "Your tone of voice." "He graduated." She walked up to the bed, and sat next to him. "So this is a school?" "Yeah." "Is graduation bad?" "Depends how you look at it." The subject seemed touchy and uncomfortable for him. "He's your brother?" "Yeah. But not by blood. They don't have siblings here." He stood up and walked toward the door. "Sleep tight. I'll have some one bring you some food some food for breakfast." He closed the door and left her alone.

The Girl With No Recollection Chapter 2 Her vision started blurring. She couldn't tell if she was walking in a straight line or all over the hallway. Dante stayed by her side though. Every so often they would stop And he would gently push her against the cold walls. It felt good against her sweat drenched skin. "Dante, where... Are w-we?" They had passed many doors but showed no signs of entering or slowing down. "We are almost there." "Okay, okay." They continued to walk down the hall and she had a good feeling about this one door. She was right. Dante let go of her hand and placed his on the knob. He opened the door and she watched him enter the room. "Dante, is that you?" A boy's voice called from inside. Following his call, the background noise of chatter stopped. "Yes Marco. I brought a friend." "Dante, what do you mean a friend?" A boy about her age walked out of the room and into the hall. "Dante, why did you bring her here? You should have gotten one of us." He took hold of her arm and lead her into the room. He sat her down in a chair and another boy handed Marco a glass of water that he handed to her. The glass began to slip through her hands so he took it from her just as it was about to begin its journey to the wood floor. Marco then proceeded to bring the glass to her mouth. After a few desired sips of the water he set it town on the table to his left. "What is your name?" She gazed at the 15 boys staring at her. Her eyes were brought to Marco's. They were soft and compassionate. She remembered his question. She couldn't answer his question. Not because she couldn't speak. "You don't remember do you?" An older boy was leaning on the chair she was sitting on. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Dante grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Marco broke the silence. "You must be hungry."

The Girl With No Recollection Chapter 1 The air was cool and calm. She pressed her hands down and felt cottom being pressed down with her strength. Her eyes adjusted to the light. She was in a circular room with a pointed ceiling. She tried to sit up, but that didn't happen. Her arms gave out on her and she collapsed back onto the bed. "Ow." She gasped with pain. After a few heavy breaths, she tried again. She managed to stay on her elbows. Her back and abdominal muscles stung with pain. "Oh God. What did I do to myself? " She managed to sit fully up with her legs dangling off the sides of the bed. She was wearing black ballet flats, a grey cotton dress and her hair was wet. Her legs had little stubs of hair on them. She heard her heart pounding up and down. She swung her head around looking for a door. There was a window at the tip of the ceiling. Behind her there was a door. A big wooden double door with iron handles. "Hello? Is anyone there? Hello!" She swore she heard a sound coming from the other side of the door. She pushed herself off the bed and fell onto the shiny wood floor. "Ah! Hello, are you still there?" She heard another sound. "Okay girl, you can do this. Just get to the door." She grabbed hold of the bed and pulled herself up. Leaning on the bed she made it as far as she could until forcing herself to wothdrawl from the bed. She stumbled to the wall and held onto the door. "Hello? Are you still there? Can you help me?" Unable to hold herself up any longer she fell to the floor. "Help me. Please." She heard something click. "Open it." A small voice echoed from the other side. Still holding the handle, she turned it; then twisted around, still on the floor. The outside floor was white marble and smelled of soap. Standing in front of her was a little boy. He was dressed in gray pajamas with a white trim; just like her dress, minus the trim. He was holding something in his hand. It was concealed in his fist, but a chain dangled from it. She shuffled toward him and took his hands. On her knees, she looked in his eyes. "Hi sweetie, wh-what's your name?" "Dante." His voice was small and angelic. "Hi Dante. That's a ni-nice name. Dante, can you help me? Do you have somewhere we can go?" He nodded. "Okay, let's go." She leaned on him slightly, to stand up, and held onto the wall with her right hand, and in her left was Dantes hand. In his left hand he held the mystery item.