Who Am I?

It was dark and raining. No one was on the wet, slippery streets of Venice. All she had was a piece of paper saying, "Galatea.", but what did it mean? Was it her name, a placed where she lived, anything to bring back a certain memory? She had nothing, no name, no clothes, no words to speak, and no memory. She felt the cold striking raindrops against her skin as if she was being shot by a BB gun. Everything appeared to be blurry to her: the lights, the buildings, and even the ground. She found an abandoned building with wooden walls over the doors, covered in graffiti and old, tattered posters. This building meant nothing to her, but it could at least provide her some safety. The girl straggled over to the building. She tapped the wood and banged the lock against the covered door. The amnesiac slid down to her knees and looked up to the crying sky. She shivered and stuck out her hands, they were like prunes and her nails were short and clean. The girl whimpered and twirled her hair, it was brown as the bark of a tree. She looked around and heard a noise. Her best reaction was to run and hide into the alley. The amnesiac clutched the paper close to her as she backed into the alley. She tried to way a find a way out, but she only found a door on the side of the building. The girl's eyes lit up and walked over to the door. Her legs grew weak and her eyes became heavy to keep open. As soon as she was about to touch the door, she collapsed, letting herself to be coated with falling raindrops on the cold, hard ground.