A Rainy Day

Chapter 1: The awakening, a confusion storm

I wake up in a bed this morning, without knowing anything at all. My name... Will I ever remember it? Will I ever remember who I am, remember where I'm from? All I see are foggy informations, cloudy memories, a huge raging storm of forgotten life parts. I am an errant soul, a ghost, who just awaits to be reaped, who just awaits to join Death's kingdom. Hell? Heaven? I don't know, are these even real? Two concepts of the afterlife, made to answer unanswered questions. 

As I walk into what seemed to be a bathroom, after getting out of bed, I stay stunned by what I see in the mirror: My hair... a snowy waterfall... I seem pretty young, so is it really a sign of a long life? It's paler than my skin... My skin, that flips as a coin between a blue as deep as the ocean, and a white as pale as birch wood... It almost looks like my body changes colour every time I blink... and my eyes... these terrifying, piercing, blood-tainted irises... Where are my original irises? Weren't they once the fusion between emerald and wood, a mix of green and brown? Am I really that... thing? My nose is still the same: a sort of little hill is on top of it, apart from that it seems normal. But my lips... they switch between a bright bloody pink and a cyan as dark as the secrets this other appearance seems to hide... 

Hiding! I have to hide under a coat, a hat, gloves and a scarf if I don't want to terrify people...  I'm glad I'm still in this house, what feels like... home? I'm not sure anymore. Anyway, I need to find a wardrobe. I get out of the bathroom and go back into the room I woke up in, and I see what seems to be a wardrobe, made of white-painted wood. I open it and see a lot of clothes. I dress up, walk into the corridor and notice that there seems to be stairs going down. 

I walk down the stairs and see a kitchen and a livingroom. I decide to go to the kitchen, to see if there is anything to eat. I don't know why, but I also feel the need to check what is on the fridge. I was right to check, because there are notes, such as a shopping list and some memos. But what intrigued me is this memo: "If you wake up with side effects such as memory loss, call Dr. Jason Nureli at this number: " and a number is indicated. Who wrote this note? How could they know that a person would wake up with memory troubles? Side effects to what? So many unanswered questions are going through my mind at this moment, I can't even think... Okay, calm down, and call this number. 

As a voice answer the phone, I say "Hello? Are you Dr. Jason... Nureli? ", to which I get a "Oh, Mr. Angelson, good morning, how can I help you?" I didn't know what to answer, so I said "Excuse me, I'm confused... Who is Mr. Angelson? I just saw this number on my fridge after I woke up without knowing where or who I am". To these words, the man replied "I see... Listen, come at the place I'm going to tell you by text message, and we'll talk about all that." And to that, he hung up. I am now totally clueless of what to do, but then I received a message. I have to go over to a café, according to him it's in a street near mine... Risky, considering my twitching appearance. I have to find an outfit that could hide this problem. 

I walk up to what seems to be the door leading outside, and I notice a long black trench coat and a hat, as well as a red scarf hanging on a coat hanger. That will do, but I have to check the month first. There's a calendar in the kitchen, saying we are in the middle of october, and the 18th, to be precise, according to the crossed out days of the calendar. Great, it shouldn't be too warm, a perfect time to wear a trench coat and a scarf. To make sure the time is good, I check outside and notice it is raining. Perfect, I just now have to wear these clothes and go outside... Shouldn't be too hard, right?