Memories of Rain ❀ Calum Hood

eighth; hair dye

Bailey started her day by getting out her jounal, and writing down a whole poem. She had heard a patient say a few lines from it some days before, on one of her and Lily's visits to the garden. She really liked the poem. It was called A Girl and it was a poem by Ezra Pound. The information had popped into her head, as if she had known it her whole life, which she probably had. Who even knew anymore.

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all of this is folly to the world.

It was a beatiful poem. Again, she thought about why she could remember whole poems after hearing only a few lines, or the title of it. It was odd, really. It was strange, weird, not normal. Bailey couldn't figure out how her mind was working anymore. It was a strange sort of memory loss that she was having.

Not a lot of people still bothered to come see her, but she didn't mind. As long as she had Calum and Hannah, she didn't care if her dad and cousins visited. Cara had to study too, so Bailey would feel better knowing she wasn't affecting her sisters grades.

It's getting kind of lonely though, she thought, but shook it off. She didn't want to feel like she had to talk to people everyday. Maybe she should ask Calum to get her some books. She still felt kind of weird talking to him.

She didn't remember him, but he clearly remembered every little thing about her. He loved her, and not just the Bailey she had been before, but he loved her now too. It made her uncomfortable to be the object of his affection.

She felt as if she was being crushed under the weight of him. His love was an all-consuming one, and she was an easy prey.

Hannah didn't knock on the door before she entered, so when the loud redhead was standing inside her room, yelling "Je veux qu'elle soit peinte en blanc!" Bailey was somewhat startled.

She jumped in her bed, turning her head towards Hannah with a wild and scared stare. The redhead ignored her surprise, and continued to sing in french. Bailey had no idea what she was saying, but she felt like she should.

"Plus aucune couleurs, je veux qu'elles deviennent toutes blances!"

Bailey get up from her sitting position on the bed, scared that her friend might be having a stroke. A French stroke. Was that a thing? It was now, Bailey decided. "What are you doing?" she asked her.

Hannah started laughing, and patted Bailey on the shoulder. She smiled at her, big time, revealing the fact that she had a single dimple. Orange hair, freckles, grey eyes and a dimple. She was gorgeous.

"I'm singing a french version of Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones, only I changed black to white. We used to do it all the time," Hannah said, still laughing. Bailey's eyebrows shot through the roof. Hannah stopped laughing, and held up the white drugstore bag she was carrying.

"It was our thing; we always did it when I brought you hair dye."

"Hair dye?"

"Hair dye."

Hannah laughed. "Maybe 'hair dye' will be our always."

Bailey wrinkled her forehead, and Hannah put her arms around her, embracing her. She kissed her cheek, multiple times, and Bailey scrunched up her face, trying to get away from her friend. Hannah started laughing then, and released her. "I'm sorry," Hannah said, smiling like a crazy person.

Bailey nodded, and Hannah grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the bathroom. She kicked in the door, and Bailey was wondering how the two of them had become such good friends. Hannah seemed a bit too loud for her. But maybe the old Bailey was loud and energetic too.

Hannah emtied the bag on the floor, letting multiple boxes of hair dye fall down onto the clean, white tiles of Bailey's private bathroom. "Get wet," Hannah said. Bailey looked at her with a questioning look, before she realized that she wanted her to get her hair wet.

Hannah had just wanted to dye her roots, but ended up doing all of her hair. "What if they're not the same color?" she joked, to which Bailey responded, "What if I lose all of my hair?"

Hannah shrugged, but she was smilling as she she massaged the dye into Bailey's hair. "Then you should pair up with Michael, his hair is probably going to fall out soon." Hannah laughed, but Bailey didn't get it, so she stayed quiet.

"Calum actually didn't like the idea of you dying your hair, you know." Hannah's expression was gentle now, and she was putting Bailey's hair up in a bun so the dye could work it's magic. She would have to leave it in there for a while.

"He really loved your brown waves, but you said that you wanted to dye it. As soon as he saw you with your white hair, he changed his mind. He loved it," Hannah said. They walked out of the bathroom, and found Lily sitting on Bailey's bed.

She waved at them, and sucked in a breath when she saw Hannah. "I love your hair," was the first thing she said. Hannah laughed. "Thanks kiddo," she said, and shot Bailey a questioning look.

Bailey introduced the two of them to each other, and they immediately connected. Hannah was a very talkative person, and so was Lily, apparently. Bailey was staring out the window. It looked like they would be getting more rain. She smiled at the thought.

"Is that a tattoo?" Lily's voice rang. Bailey looked at her. She was staring at the feather under her collarbones. Her shirt had slipped. Bailey nodded and Lily laughed.

"I like it," she beamed, clapping her hands together. Hannah smiled, and nodded her head. "I always wanted tattoos." Bailey smiled.

"Someday you'll get one."