Page 64 of Game Changer

Where am I?

He immediately tried to sit up, but nothing happened.

What the hell? What’s going on? Where am I?

Panic struck him as he fought unconsciousness.

Stay awake, stay aw–

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What time is it? Where am I? What day is it?

I hate this feeling. Like time is jumping around me and I have no idea what day or time it is. Not to mention I have absolutely no clue where I am.

Why can’t I move? Why can’t I speak? Have I been kidnapped? Am I tied down?

What the hell is going on?

Why am I so damn sleepy?

So many questions…

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Is this a waiting room? What am I waiting for? Why can’t I remember?

He tried to speak, but couldn’t move his mouth. Or any other part of his body.

Overwhelmed by fear, he tried to open his eyes.

What the fuck is going on?

“You’re so pale, AJ,” someone said.

Ange? No, that’s not Ange. Who is that? It’s not Ana… Who…?

“You need a haircut, too. You’re getting a little shaggy.”

Her voice is so warm and full of emotion.

No, I don’t want to go back to sleep. No! Stop! Stay awake!

He felt her lips against his hand, and splashes of water falling onto his arm.

Is she crying? Why is she sad? Who the hell is she and why is she holding my hand?

Why can’t I move it?

Who are you? Your voice sounds familiar.

“You played so good tonight, Pim. I was proud of you. Even Jeremy was proud of you.”

Jeremy. She knows Jeremy. Played? My guitar? No.

Getting frustrated at himself he felt tired again.

I’m not ready to sleep,he fought.

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