Before I know it, the light is switched on again. We are released from the shackles and I grab a clean set of clothes from the chest when I see the others doing that.

Something drops out of the clothes as I lift them up. I want to look at it, but decide to hide it under the pillow for now. It doesn't seem like I have a lot of friends here, and a very bad reputation. If the card like object that has anything prohibited on it, who knows what might happen to me.

I am quickly pushed to the back of the line as we leave the room in single file. I follow the queue, hopping along and holding on to the walls for balance as we are ushered to stand outside a curtain, the sound of running water coming from the other side. I unwrap the bandages from my arms before covering my leg with a plastic bag passed to me from one of the people wearing a collared white shirt, which I assume is one of the staff.

The wounds look better than they did yesterday. Jade's pained expression when she was dressing my arms appears in my mind. Jade. I've got to stop doing this to myself. Both for me, and for her.

A hand on my shoulder snaps me out of my thoughts, and I strip off my clothes before stepping behind the curtains with ten others. It's a long, cramped space just for standing still, separated with partitions on my right. Without warning, ice cold water rain down from the shower heads, shocking my senses awake. I see the shampoo being passed down the line by a hand from behind each divider, but by the time it reaches me, not a single drop is left in the squeeze bottle.

The water abruptly stops and I quickly dry myself with a towel thrown at me, putting on clean clothes. We are directed to some sort of a canteen and wait in line for milk and two slices of buttered toast, and pretend to mumble some sort of morning prayer led by a staff member before being allowed to eat.

As I chew through the tasteless meal, I think about Jade, Beck's plan and the hidden cameras I have stashed in the walls. I'm not even sure what I should be recording, if at all. After all, recording my mean roommates makes no sense, since it doesn't prove anything.

And Jade. I miss her already.

The rest of the day is filled with sermons, book recitations and passage copying. By evening, my head is already reeling with all the activities I had been in, with a growling stomach to boot.

We line up single file again to receive our evening meal, which turns out to be rice and beans. Vespers are conducted before I am allowed to dig in, and I try my best to follow along the rest of the people at my table, trying not to stick out like a sore thumb.

After dinner, I turn to follow my roomies back into the room. None of them have even attempted to speak to me so far, and honestly, I don't blame them. After all, it's because of me that they are forced to endure leg restraints every night for a freaking month, and I can't help but feel some guilt for this.

It's probably for the best they leave me alone anyway, since it leaves me more time to think about what to do next, and I don't have to deal with more of their mean comments.

Though I'll be lying if I say I'm not worried. I have no idea what I am even supposed to do next. Everything seems monotonous and mundane, but probably normal, since everybody I see is just doing what they are told? And this seems like how things are run here every day.

Is this the kind of existence I have been subjected to for the past four years? Maybe that's why I started to do that. But what happened today doesn't show me how I lost all my memories, since none of the activities could possibly have caused this.

As I lie down on the bed back in the bunk, I turn to face the wall, thinking about my next steps. I can't possibly be expecting Jade and Beck to storm this place and rescue me, and I feel that I am failing on what I had risked everything to come here and do, since I have basically gotten nothing so far.

Slightly panicking, I start to think about flames and pointy ends. Maybe holding something in my hands would make me feel better?

My hand comes into contact with an unfamiliar object when I slide it under the pillow. Pulling it out, I unfold the creases to stare into a picture of Jade and me. There's sand and ocean in the background. I am facing sideways, kissing her on the cheek, and she has a dazzling smirk on her beautiful face.

Jade.

I bite down hard on my trembling lips, doing my best to control the tears pooling in my eyes, threatening to spill. What should I do to be held in her arms again?

With the emotions becoming harder to bear, I turn the photo over, and am surprised to find words scrawled at the back in brown ink.

A hand suddenly snatches the photo out of my grasps, and I turn around to see a sea of unfriendly faces. The girl who spoke for all of them sneers as she reads the words aloud.

"I love you, Jade."

She snickers, "You really deserve to be here, Tori, since it's obvious by now you won't ever change."

"Give it back!"

I sit up and lunge at her to try and grab my Jade back, but she quickly moves out of reach. Two other girls step out in front of her, preventing me from reaching her.

"We're not going to suffer more punishment with you, Tori Vega. I think it's time you atone for everything you have done alone."

Two other girls grip on both of my arms, while another approaches my pillow to lift it up while I grapple with them. A gasp comes from the rest who stand by, watching.

"Tsk tsk. Look at what we have here. A lighter and glass pieces. Girls, looks like we have found a way to get out of the punishment Tori got us into. Angela, go tell Sister Rhody."

I try to struggle out of their grasp as the door swings close, but it's useless trying to fight against eight other people, who are intent on taking me down.

A/N: Continue? We're heading towards a train wreck at this rate.