Saving Sanity

A room. White walls, tile floors, no windows, barred doors.
There are many like this here, all sitting side by side, row on row of these horrid little rooms. I don't know why I'm here. I simply can't remember. I was perfectly normal before this. Well, as normal as someone who's luck was as perfect as you can get would be. That's it, 'was'. Now, I do believe the tables have turned on me.

Angered that her past has left her, the perfect hair days, looking nice in photos, having wonderful friends and always bringing an umbrella on the right days. Anna doesn't want to accept that her luck has changed, believing that starting another normal life will help her attain her luck. She will do what she must to start over again.