"Hey Mom" Amy said cheerily laying back on her Hotel Room, "Amy my Baby girl did you make it to your Hotel all right?" Cheryl asked, Amy knew that she was worried about her. "Yea Mom, I'm fine and I'm stopping for the Night," Amy stated looking at the clock.

"Well, how far did you get?" Cheryl questioned, Amy heard her walking around, the Wooden floors in the house always gave it away, "I'm in Louisiana Mom, Its like Ten here" Amy confirmed flicker a piece of Paper of the bed and watching it drop to the floor. "That's good to hear Amy, are you sure your going to be ok there" The Motherly side of Cheryl began to ring in.

"I'll be fine Mom, I'm probably going to just stay here until around Nine Tomorrow, So I should get to the Border by Nine Tomorrow Night" Amy stated standing up and taking off her shoes, "All right dear, well I will let you go, call me the next time you stop" Cheryl stated, "Ok Mom" Amy replied. "I love you" Amy smiled and waited, "I love you to Amy" Cheryl replied.

Amy hung up and placed the phone of the Cradle. She walked over to her Suitcase and took out a Pair of Mesh shorts and a Short Sleeve T-shirt. She went into the bathroom and changed into the clothes, bringing out the dirty clothes and throwing them back into the suitcase.

She was tired tonight, She could barely keep her eyes open, maybe it was because she had never traveled away from home by herself, She did go to Europe with friends, but this was different this time. This was all on Amy, if she screwed up or got lost it would only be her fault.

The bed on the other hand, looked sad. It was twisted and faded the pillows looks more like bags of concrete paint with Tan paint. Amy signed and crawled inside the bed, the sheets were stiff and cold, but at least it was a bed, and she would have to get used to this.

"Night" She said, not to any one, just to herself. A strange little habit she had, just a way to make her feel safe. She never really had put any serious thought into it. She pulled the covers up to her ears and reached over to turn the light off.

The lights clicked off and the room was dark, Amy was alone. The room was pitch black and smelled of a million different people. Amy sighed again and turned onto her side, she yawned again before closing her eyes and soon falling asleep.

*The Next Mourning*

Amy awoke around Eight O'clock, People in the next room seemed to be having an Argument, about what Amy wasn't sure. They were screaming back and forth for quiet a Long time, it was getting hard to stand anymore. She sat up in bed and fixed her sleeves that had bunched up in her sleep.

She stood up and walked over to the Mirror, She stared at herself making faces and running a hand through her hair. Turning back she went to her Suitcase and grabbed a Pair of Light Blue jeans and an Oversized Sweatshirt with the Logo of her Ex-Boyfriend's high school.

The sweatshirt was about Four years old and starting to show signs of Fading, but Amy didn't care it was comfortable and right now all she needed was to feel comfortable. She threw the cloths over her shoulder and walked into the Bathroom.

It was considerably small with a Walk in shower against the wall, The Ceiling had a Water spot over the Shower, Amy guessed the Ceiling was flooded but didn't second-guess it. She really didn't care, there were more important things on her mind, and She stepped into the Shower and turned the water on.