Page 65 of Game Changer

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“You should go home and get some sleep, Lis.”

Jer, is that you? Thank fuck. You’ll help me, won’t you?

He tried again to reach out, with no success.

Why will nothing work?

Don’t you know I’m friggin’ trapped here? Wherever I am?

Why won’t you help me?

WHY WON’T YOU HELP ME, JEREMY?

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Why am I wet? Where’s Jeremy? Where’s my mom?

I’m cold. Why am I cold? Am I naked?

Why the hell am I naked? Who’s there?

Are you washing me?

Who the hell are you and why am I naked?

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Lisa? Is that you? Are you there? You’re singing to me – why the hell are you singing to me when I need rescued?

Can’t you tell how fucked up I am right now? I need help.

I’m so scared Lisa. I’m so fucking scared.

He focused all his energies into attempting one movement. He felt his eyelids flutter.

Yes! Did you see it? Please tell me you saw it!

“Ah, the coffee shop song,” Jeremy’s voice sounded deafening in AJ’s ears.

Did neither of you see it? Please help me…

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“Yeah, well, I’m a busy guy – y’know?” he grinned, “It took Age to fake a coma for me to clear my schedule and come meet you.”

Brad? What the hell are you doing here?

Brad and AJ were long-time friends, he didn’t play hockey, but did play the guitar and was in AJ’s first ever band. It didn’t last long, Brad was too much of a free spirit to be pinned down by a band, but he was alwaysthere. They didn’t talk all the time, but when they dipped in and out or hung out together it was like old times.

You’re here, why are you here?

Wait. A coma? Is that what this hell is? A fucking coma? So they can’t hear me or help me?

Fuck.

Am I going to be trapped like this forever? Hearing everyone. Feeling everything. But being unable to speak? Being unable to move?

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