Bette opened the dorm door a sliver and poked her head through the crack. The hall was nearly empty except for a girl with a robe and bathroom basket walking into a door. Bette hoped that was the bathroom and not her bedroom. From where she stood, she couldn't tell.

She closed the door, looking around for something like what she had, a basket with bathroom stuff she'd need to shower. Not seeing anything in the room she swung the closet back open and then found it on a small shelf to the side of the shoes. Okay. She would have to go out there and find the bathroom. Whether she wanted to or not. She had to pee.

Bette walked past half a dozen doors before finding the one for the bathroom and showers. She took a deep breath and pushed it in, hoping she wouldn't run into anyone.

"Hey Lana. Late night, huh? How are you feeling now? You were pretty out of it." a pretty girl with olive skin and a rush of long dark curls said as she walked past her towards the door. That was the first one Bette had seen last night.

"Uh huh. I'm okay." It was all she could muster up. She realized it didn't even classify as a thought as it came out with her lips barely parted.

Bette rushed into the stall to pee and escape before coming out again to shower. She waited in the stall, safe behind the doors, as she heard voices come and go, talking about school, midterms, boyfriends, and the party that happened last night.

She stood there, still, her head against the side of the stall and listened, waiting for them all to leave. When the talking ended, she looked under the stall and then made a beeline dash for the shower. The sound of her exhale at reaching this next safe spot could've been heard in the hall.

Bette had to get home. She couldn't survive here. She wanted her life and her body. It was more than a want. She needed her life and her body. Even the thought of the classes, teachers, tests, and a campus of strangers made her nauseous. She had to figure out where she was and then figure out her way back home, one way or another.

The water from the shower ran over Bette's hair and neck as she leaned her head forward letting it hit her shoulders and continue down her back. She turned her head up and let it run over her face. Bette's hands felt for the wall behind her and she lifted the shower head as she leaned back and let it just rain down on her. No answers had come yet but they had to be there. There was an explanation for all of this but Bette just hadn't thought of it yet.

I wanted to give her a clue, a tip to help her get her questions answered. It looked like the shower had given Bette a boost and she was feeling a little better. I could see a little more color in her face, but she was still clearly not in her right mind since the mirror by the sinks kept showing her someone else's face, startling her yet again.

Bettegrabbed the basket with the shower gel and face wash and opened the bathroom doora crack. Strands of wet hair hung in front of her as she looked through. Shedashed to the room that she'd woken up in, flung the door open, and ran inside,slamming it shut before collapsing in a heaping wet mess on the threadbarecarpet covered floor.

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