I fervently hoped that they hadn't seen that I had been crying from the bottom of my heart just a few seconds ago.
At the moment I was sitting on Minho's bed watching Alby and Newt set up my cot for me. I wanted to help, but they both said no.

"Sooo, that should be all," Newt said as he came over to me and handed me a box. Curious and confused at the same time, I looked at it; it was a box with the letters WCKD written very small on it.

"What's this?"

Newt shrugged and held the box out more in my direction. "I've no idea. The note said it was for you, I haven't looked inside yet."

Astonished, I nodded and gently reached out to accept the box. It felt heavy in my hands, all the more I wanted to know what was inside.

My head lifted and met Alby's gaze, which was on me scrutinisingly. I swallowed and bit my lip. "Where did that come from?"

As if Alby was already dreading another question, he exhaled in frustration. "You're gonna be a lot of work, Greenie."

I shrugged, feeling guilty. I must have been told a thousand times that I was going to get an extensive tour of everything tomorrow and yet I had to keep asking. But could anyone blame me?

"We'll start the tour in the morning, so get enough sleep." Alby nodded at me again before leaving the room.

I sighed and pressed my fingers harder on the box that lay on my lap.

"Alby can be pretty impatient sometimes," Newt laughed, walking a few steps backwards. I forced a smile to my lips.

"I shouldn't have asked, but it's so damn hard not to be curious."

I was sure Newt knew exactly what I meant. He had to know, after all, according to all the statements once here, he was in this situation as much as I was.

"It's okay. If you need anything, my room is two doors down," Newt said and gave me an encouraging smile, which I didn't return. I pressed my lips together and just nodded.

"But Minho will be here soon anyway," he quipped and disappeared through the door.

Sighing, I got up and walked over to my cot, which was now placed opposite Minho's. I sat down on it and leaned against the wall as I carefully opened the box.

It was definitely only products for me and I was more than happy that none of the boys had looked inside. There were pads, tampons, hair elastics, things for showering and a comb.

I closed the box and took out only the comb and the hair tie. I put the box under my cot. So while I was combing through my hair, which hurt like hell because of all the knots, I looked out the small window, which was next to Minho's bed, lost in thought. It was getting dark.

At least the sun was setting and the sky was turning from the beautiful orange to a dark blue. The horizon shone up in colour, giving me hope. But how could I have hope when I didn't even know my own name?

A sob escaped me as I lowered the comb and my head afterwards. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the tears from flowing out of my eyes. The painful pressure in my chest increased and became shimmering with each tear and sob. I placed the brush next to the cot on the floor and carelessly tied my longer hair into a ponytail.

I was so caught up in my empty thoughts that I didn't even notice someone open the door and startle loudly. I jerkily turned my head in that direction and met Minho, who was leaning against the door, breathing heavily. I drew my eyebrows together and tilted my head.

"Are you okay?"

Minho made a noise that reflected a mixture of laughter and horror before walking into the room and closing the door.

"Better than ever, Greenie. I just forgot about the fact that I'm sharing my room with someone, well, with a girl." He sat down on his bed, exhausted, and leaned back on it so he was lying now. I pulled my knees to my chest.

"It's only for one night," I muttered. Minho sat up again and fiddled with the armour on his upper torso until he got it off and put it on his dresser. I watched every move closely; it wasn't that I didn't trust anyone here, but still I was suspicious - I had every right to be.

"Yeah, I don't care," he grinned, now removing his boots. Having done so, he leaned forward so that he rested his elbows on his thighs; his gaze was burningly intense on me.

"Do you mind if I change?"

It took me a brief moment to realise what he had just asked before my cheeks began to burn. I didn't even know why; two minutes ago I had been crying like a baby and now I was all flustered.

I continued to sit forward, supporting my hands to the right and left of me. "U-uhm...Yeah," I stammered. Then I clapped my forehead inwardly as I saw Minho raise his eyebrows in amusement.

"No, I mean no," I corrected myself and immediately bit my lips. How embarrassing.

"I'll just let you change." Ready to walk out, Minho stood up and beat me to it.

"No need to go out, Greenie. Just turn around," he said, walking to the dresser to pull out a dark blue T-shirt. It didn't look very new, but I didn't expect anything else here.

I bet my cheeks had already turned the colour of a tomato. "Okay."

I turned and faced the wall. I heard Minho brush his shirt off his body and jump onto his bed not a second later.

"All Done. You can turn around, Lady Shank."

With a roll of my eyes, I sat back on my bed. Minho, meanwhile, was also lying on his cot with one arm tucked under his head and the other resting on his chest.

I just tried not to pay too much attention to him and pulled on my shoes, which were also sturdy brown boots.

"You know what's weird," Minho began, his head turned towards me.

I eased off my shoes after setting them down beside my bed, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"What?"

"We've only had boys all these years. Every month, the same thing. But today," he propped himself up on his elbows. "Today it was you."

"What's your point?"

"I've no idea. Just wanted to say it's strange," he merely said and flopped back on the bed.

I furrowed my eyebrows and now lay down carefully on my current bed, feeling how hard it was underneath me. Maybe it was better than before, or maybe this was luxury for me? I had no idea; my head was empty. There was only the present for me - The here and now. No past, no history, no before.

The next time I turned my head to the window, it was dark and there were many lights shining in the sky. Stars. Hundreds of them. I wondered if we could ever reach them.

I saw in the corner of my eye that Minho was still looking at me, so I moved my head slightly in his direction. "Is something wrong?"

"Nope." He turned away so that I could now see his back.

I snorted with a laugh and turned around as well, now the wall in front of me.

"Good night," I heard Minho still saying, sounding rather mumbled into the pillow.

Probably my first night, in a strange place, with strange people and a strange body to me. I didn't know who I was, where I was or why I was here. But nevertheless I was now forced to live with this situation.

I bit my teeth as my chin began to quiver and my eyes filled with water.

"Good night, Minho," I replied, my voice low, whispering so that Minho wouldn't hear that I was crying. But something inside me, screamed that Minho knew exactly what I was doing.

Because everyone here had done it.