Cursed Daughter

    I didn’t remember what my name was. I knew this wasn’t my actual name it was one that they assigned to me, but no matter how hard I concentrated my real name wouldn’t, or couldn’t, come to my mind. Thinking more about it made me also realize that I couldn’t remember my life before coming to this hell. I knew I had a life before this, I had to, I arrived when I was seventeen but anything before then is a blank. I knew I didn’t get my scars here for I never did anything truly dangerous here. When I asked the Order why I couldn’t remember or even the stories behind my scars they would never answer me. I also had no personal effects, only what they have given me in my time here.     Every answer I have searched for would always lead to a dead end or just vanish as I would be close to grasping it. I always figured someone was behind the disappearances because the Order worked very hard to keep us all in the dark. I need to know more, I have to find where I came from, and why I arrived here. When I first got here I was thankful to have shelter and food but now I need answers. I need to find out who I actually am and where I came from. I know I don’t actually belong here no matter how hard they make it seem like I do. Over the course of my five years here I did come to find out why they won’t let me go, but I never found anything on who they are or how they came to be.     Many that came here with me feel the same way and have searched for their own answers only to have the same result. I still put forward the facade of just being a blind follower but I truly was ready to escape. I promised myself I would escape before I turned twenty-three, I refused to spend another year here. My only problem was could I safely hide and actually break their hold on me? Would my memories return when I leave the grounds or am I doomed to never have them again?