Memories of Rain ❀ Calum Hood

second; visits

After her sister, Cara, left a lot of people came to visit her. The first person to come visit her, was her dad.

He didn't look very good. He had dark greasy hair, and his face was dirty. He had days old stubble, and he was wearing unwashed clothes. He didn't say a word the whole time he sat with her.

She didn't say anything either, she just stared straight ahead, only bothering to study his face when he came in through the door. She didn't have a good relationship with her dad. Another piece to the puzzle.

He sat by her bed for ten minutes, and then he got up. He looked back at her. "I'm sorry Bails," he said, his voice painful.

She nodded, feeling a slight sting behind her eyes. "It's okay dad," she told him, no feeling in her voice at all. He let out a sharp laugh, and left the room.

The door didn't even close before a girl with long orange hair ran in through it. She let out a shriek when she saw Bailey, and started grinning like crazy. She sat down by her bed, too. She reached out to touch Bailey's face, and pushes her finger into her cheekbone. She frowned.

"You've gotten skinny," she said. Then she shook her head, and smiled. "Oops, I forgot that you've lost your memory," she laughed.

Bailey looked at her, slightly shocked. She was pretty loud, a very cheerful person, it seemed. Shereached her hand out towards her. Bailey shook it awkwardly. The girl had a sloppy handshake. Bailey frowned. Then she added another brick to her puzzle, she didn't like sloppy handshakes.

"I'm Hannah, your best friend."

Bailey widened her eyes. She had a best friend? This loud, cheerful girl with the sloppy handshake was her best friend? She didn't quite understand it, put she put the piece into it's place in the puzzle anyways. This was a big puzzle, she realized. She might have to make the bricks a bit smaller.

Bailey nodded. "Hi," she said. Hannah laughed. "Oh my, you're still pretty awkward," she told her.

She was an awkward person. Another jigsaw piece. She nodded again, feeling even more awkward than before, now that Hannah had told her that she was like that.

"Anyways, I've been taking extra shifts for you at the café," she told her, a gentle smile on her lips. Bailey furrowed her brows. What? What café, extra shifts? What was she talking about?

"I wanted to make sure that you didn't lose your job," she said, her smile growing bigger. She twistes a lock of her orange hair around her finger. She had freckles and gray eyes, Bailey noted. She was pretty. Then it struck her that she couldn't even remember how she looked herself.

Hannah seemed to read her mind, as she pulled out a bag of cosmetics, and handed her a mirror. "I brought your make-up," she told her. She bit her lip, and threw her fiery hair over her shoulder. "I don't know if you even know how to apply it, but Calum's going to be visiting soon..."

Who was Calum? And she didn't remember how to put on make-up. She knew what the different products were called, and what they did, but not how to apply it. She shook her head. "I don't remember how to put it on," she said.

Hannah smiled, it was a grin the size of Texas. She gave Bailey the mirror, and took the bag. She started applying Bailey's make-up for her.

Bailey didn't pay much attention to how she did it, she was busy studying her face in the mirror. Her skin was very pale, and it had a sickly yellow glow, but that was probably because of the coma. She had big eyes, and they had the same color of an icy lake. 

Her hair had an odd color, and she was almost one hundred per cent sure that it wasn't her natural hair color. From her temple and down to her waist she had white-blonde hair, the same color as the pages in novels. During her coma, her hair must've grown out a bit, because she dark brown hair from her roots, and it mixed with the white-blonde right above her temples.