Memories of Rain ❀ Calum Hood

prologue; dreams

First there was pain and a coldness dwelling over her. Then the light was blinding her, even though she couldn't see it. After that came the darkness. 

The feeling of floating around in nothing. Like she was sleeping. Maybe she was sleeping. How could she know? How do you know if you're sleeping, or if life means floating around in an empty black space?

A long dark, empty hallway appeared. It was a dead end; nothing behind her; nothing in front of her. Then, as she took a step forward, it all disappeared, and she landed in a room.

It was cold. She was looking at the window, and rain had already begun to gather in drops on it. Rain.

Despite the coldness of the room, she felt something hot against her. Something alive. It was moving with her, caressing her back and nuzzling her shoulders.

She felt something cold against her cheekbones. It felt like soft, thin threads brushing against her skin. She looked down.

It was a mess of dark hair, curling slightly from being out in the rain. The boy was kissing her shoulder, slowing moving up towards her neck. Her hands were around his body, her head pressed into his soft, delicate hair.

His hands were tugging at her own hair, and he was mumnling words against her skin.

A kiss on her shoulder, "I want to"
A kiss on her neck, "be with you,"
A kiss behind her ear, "forever."

His voice was deep, and it entranced her. He backed away, turning his head up towards her, but before she could catch a glimpse of his face, the dream changed.

It was still raining, but this time she was outside. She was running; her feet hitting the pavement hard. She was carrying a heavy bag, too, so how she was able to move so quickly, she had no idea.

The rain was cold, but the tears running down her face were warm and salty. They mixed together, the two waters, blurring her vision.

Why was she crying? She had no idea. She had to get out of there.

She had to escape; she couldn't stand another minute being frozen in time!

Wait, what? She was frozen in time? What did that mean; what was she doing? Why was she running, and what had happened to the boy from before? Was it the same day?

She looked to see if any cars were coming; both sides of the road were empty.

She started running, but stopped when she heard the sound of screeching tires. She turned her head, and it was as if time slowed down.

A car was coming towards her, had it always been there? She hadn't seen it before. If was moving fast too.

Too fast for such a rainy day. 

The rain was hitting her body hard now. Almost as hard as the car when it hit her, sending her flying towards the ground.

She was back in the empty space. What had that been? Was it a dream? Was she actually sleeping?

Or had that been life? Those two events, was that her life? She didn't know.

She didn't know anything. She wanted to find out what has going on; wanted to return to the hallway; wanted to return to her dreams; her reality; her life.

The hallway was back, but this time it wasn't a dead end. There was a door at the end. She ran towards it. No dream, memory, or whatever those two events had been, appeared. Instead, when she opened the door, she found herself lying down.

Her eyes flew open, and she spent a few seconds trying to adjust her vision. She wasn't breathing, not by herself anyway.

Something had taken her ability to breathe, and was forcing her to do it instead. She blinked a few times, and then she was able to focus.

There was a white ceiling above her, but closer than that were two faces, looking down at her. Their brown eyes were looking into hers, their mouths wide open and surprised. She recognized one of them, the dark-haired boy hovering above her, to her right. 

The other one was wearing a white mask over their mouth and nose. She wrinkled her forehead. A doctor?

"Where am I?" she tried to say, but nothing came out. She felt herself slipping, but it was as if it wasn't just her conscience slipping.

Deep down in her mind, a door closed, she was back in the empty hallway, pounding on the wall where the door had been just a few seconds ago.