Literature
Amnesia Part 1
I woke up, groaning. To my left, lying on his face was a purple haired man with a ratty coat. He was clutching haphazardly at a blue rose. With closer inspection, he was holding it so tight the thorns were embedded in his skin. To my right was a tall woman, lying on her back. She had short brown hair, and was wearing a red dress.
Who were they? Where are we? I looked around, taking in my surroundings. We were in a large purple room, a mirror in front of me. I peered in. I had brown hair, much like the other woman, and red eyes. I was wearing a red ruffled skirt with a red necktie and manila shirt. With a jolt, I realized the one question I h