Not an Object, Not a Weapon

Chapter 3: Not Overwhelmed

"Perhaps, but I guess we will never know."

"Never?' My eyes glare at her, I want her to feel like she is three feet tall, "gone? Memories?" A small dose of anger mixes with my blood and is distributed throughout my entire body, "never," I say flatly.

She is just about to answer but suddenly Tatrus, I mean master, comes in with a boy about my age, probably Arlie, "my darling, this is Arlie. He will help you get moved in.

"Hey, what's up?" I smile politely and wave. "Oh, you are the silent type, that's hot."

"Arlie," master warns.

"Pish, posh, don't be so serious." Arlie grabs my hand and yanks me to a standing position, "come with me." Nodding, we head out of the hospital and we go down numerous halls, what is with the enormous buildings with approximately 100 halls with about 300 doors. "So I am Arlie, the funnest guy in the world with the greatest sense of humor. And you are?"

"Edyta," I reveal.

"It fits you, nice and mysterious."

"Don't hit on her you dweeb," a girls voice approaches us.

"Hey watch it, I have direct orders from the master!" Arlie tells her.

"You?" she giggles, "you have direct orders from the master?"

"Yes, get the new girl to her room," Arlie smiles back.

"New? That makes so much sense! Now I know why I didn't recognize you. I am Chastity, but you can call me Chas." She holds her hand out to shake, so I do the right thing and shake her hand.

"Edyta."

"Quiet, thank gosh, if I had to deal with another like Arlie, I think I would actually lose it," she smiles warmly.

"You know I have feelings, right?"

"Of course I do," she smiles, "I just choose to ignore them."

"Well, I am going to take Edyta away from you now, she does not need a bad influence." He grabs my hand and pulls it, I really need to tell him it irks me when people touch my hand. We weave throughout more hallways before we stop in front of a door with my name written on it in fine print. "Open it, you should be the first to walk into your room." I take one look at him before opening the door and being completely surprised. In contrast to the light hallway, my room is a dark shade of blue, almost a navy blue but not quite. On my bed is a simple white comforter that adds the perfect amount of light back into the room. Around the walls are famous quotes and sayings that bring a little smile to my face. There is a massive closet next to a private bathroom. And then there are the standards, like a night table beside my bed, a desk and a dresser.

"It is beautiful."

"Yeah well they get inspiration from your old bedroom."

"What?" I ask as I spin my head to face him. My mind is driving at 200 miles per hour, "old bedroom?"

He scratches his head, "forget I said that, okay?"

"No," I enunciate, "repeat."

"So the dresser and closet is filled with clothes. The desk is filled with paper and normal desk things. Dinner is at 6:00 tonight, so I will pick you up on the way down. People tend to wear casual things, actually, people usually wear workout outfits, just a heads up."

"Repeat," I say after he completed his directions.

"The dresser and closet is-"

"No!" I stomp my foot.