Black Rider in the Hood (1)

(Author POV) Amelia woke up in Jason's arm. She groggily got up from his lumpy matress to the bathroom. She looked as pale as the moon, her auburn hair getting lighter. "I swear my soul is dying." she murmured to herself in the mirror. Then she grabbed her makeup kit and worked her magic. She powdered, plucked, picked, popped, dabbed, and brushed her face. She looked like Amelia Walker, the old one. But the New Amelia Walker was pale, skinny, and lanky. She was weak and lacking everything. "I'm a corpse and my soul decided to stay, but is getting sick of my body." She groggily told her identical twin on the wall. "Ame?" Hispanic to trashy American Greengo. "Yeah?" she said, trying to remove her accent. "Oh I see how it is." he said winking. She shook her head and left the bathroom as Jason closed the door. She searched around his room for some clothes she could have left and wear now. She found a how full of his previous girlfriends' clothing. Most were underwearings but she managed to find something decent. She wore a white guy's tank top and burgundy basketball shorts with her knee high converse. "Babe!" Jason screamed from his bathroom? "Yes?" she asked innocently. He beckoned her over and she followed. On the bathtub was a note taped on. The hand writing was like B.R.A. Or Brianna Rose Anell. "What the..." she wondered. He nodded in agreement. "Bizzarre." they both said in unison.