Romans & histoires Memories In The Rain Bleach

SCARLETT DRIP. DRIP. DRIP. The incessant drops of rain resounded in the room. It was the sound of retired rain after a heavy downpour. But this sounded too close. Too strange. It filled the room, accompanied by a strong metallic smell that caused my nose to wrinkle. It was a familiar smell that brought back ugly memories. Memories of war. Pain. Loss. The pain in my stomach twisted hard, sharper than before. It spread lower, hooking into my pelvis like claws. I gasped, curling in on myself, trying to hold it in.

I was passing by the streets in blurred motion when it began to rain. Hmm? An ominous feeling came along with it, threatening to remind me of something that had slipped from my mind. In the state of anger and worry, I had forgotten a very important thing but as the rain came down with heavy fury, my heart trembled as the scent visuals I was following began to fade away. NO!

~Lora~ The next time I woke up, a sudden flash hit my mind. An accident. Rain. Headlights, a loud crashing sound. I blinked hard, my chest rising unevenly as the memory disappeared as quickly as it came. What was that? A dull headache pulsed behind my eyes. Outside, heavy rain poured against the roof loudly, filling the room with endless tapping sounds. The weather felt cold and restless, matching the uneasy feeling twisting inside my chest. Slowly, I looked around. My old room.

It had to delete the "keys." "Dante, let go! You have to let go!" "I... love... the smell... of rain..." His voice flickered in her mind, a fading signal. "Remember... the word... B..." "Mistletoe!" Bianca wailed. The terminal erupted. A localized EMP burst outward, shattering the glass and sending shards of screen flying into the wind. The low-frequency hum stopped instantly. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the whistling gale.

“So, all in all, does this mean I got some screwed up form of amnesia now?” “A form of it, that seems to be triggered by rain or storms,” The doctor explains. “Of course, to confirm that we need to wait until another storm passes. So far, we only have one hypothesis. Do you have any memory of the incident in the hospital room?” “Not really,” I reply. “Just black, like I passed out as soon as it started raining. I remember my head aching something fierce before, and Theon being worried, but that’s it.”

“And I’ve seen you stand up again every time. You just forget who you are when he’s around.” I swallowed hard and looked down at my plate. “Maybe it’s time I remember.” “That’s my girl.” We stayed there until the plates were empty and the sky outside had turned darker, the faint patter of rain beginning to fall against the windows. --- By the time we got back to Marga’s car, the rain had grown steady. She drove carefully through the slick streets, the sound of the wipers filling the quiet. I leaned my head against the window, watching raindrops race each other down the glass.

New Start My eyes were blurred by tears as I walked out from our house. My hands are shaking so badly that I am having a hard time opening my car. My first thought is to go to Maia's house. It's already late in the evening but I can't think of some place that I could stay in. Pearl's place is also not available as she is missing. I don't know where did she go. I was about to start the engine when I remembered that I forgot to bring my things with me. I need to get it. But I don't know how to go back there. My dad probably will throw or destroy my things if he sees me.

Callista asked and Haru immediately answered while her eyes were closed and she was enjoying the rain falling on her face. "Because of this rain, I experienced happy and sad circumstances. The rain witnessed all that I went through. And do you know that it is better to cry while it is raining because no one can see you crying because the rain accompanies you when you cry. You are free to cry without anyone noticing." Haru said and help Callista to enter the house because Callista were sick more when it got soaked in the rain. Callista was quiet as Haru helped her to enter to the house.

The storm didn’t wait for me to reach the gates. It crashed down all at once, cold, unrelenting, heavy. Each raindrop hit my skin like fragments of memory refusing to fade. I ran, barefoot on the marble steps, my dress clinging to me, my breath uneven. The mansion’s golden lights blurred behind me, glowing faintly through the downpour like ghosts that wouldn’t let go. “Lena!” The voice came through the rain, rough and desperate.

I inhale deeply and exhale, and I gather the courage to move around on these stilt of legs and tell myself, “okay, nut up or shut up, Harper!” As I move towards the bathroom, I note the color of the carpet and stare down at my bare feet. It is a gross military carpet. It is flat, like tile. How do I even know what military carpet looks like? Am I in the military? Is this an army room or facility? This girl is too young to be in the military. She looks like she can barely lift a ten-pound dumbbell, let alone do a military push-up. So why is she here in this room? Why am I here? Why can I not remember anything aside from my name? Everything is fuzzy. Something’s are there, but it is hazy. Over