Change.

Part Three

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I guess he shoved my nose up in my brain or something because he'd broken my nose before but it didn't feel like this. I could've sworn I died and went to heaven...or hell...but there were people around me. People I'd never seen before. My mind switched to a hospital and I guessed that's where I was. They didn't look like nurses, but maybe they were. What did I know? When I realized that I could be in a hospital I decided that I'd better tell these strangers about Robby and get his a$$ thrown in jail.

"Did you catch him?" I asked a brown, beautiful woman with her hair in loose curls. When I lifted my head, I knew this wasn't a hospital.

"Catch who, Cea?" the strange woman asked, looking down at me.

"Who?" I asked.

"What?" she questioned back, looking at me with furrowed brows.

"Where am I?" I asked, looking at her.

"You're in the United States." she told me.

"I know that! I just mean...where are we?" I said, looking at her and the other stranger that appeared. She disappeared quickly with the roll of her eyes. This one was a lot like I was--if I still am where ever I am now I didn't know.

"Honey, you're in Georgia." she told me, smoothing my bangs out of my face. I sat up, but my head swam.

"Who's Cea?" I asked her, looking at her big green eyes.

"You, sweetie." she said, looking at me with worry.

"Me? No, I'm Evan." I told her, looking at the walls around me. I was in shock.

There were wood walls everywhere, nice furniture and a woman cleaning.

"Sweetheart I don't know what you're talking about. We don't even know anyone named Evan, dear." she said, looking at me. Her brow was furrowed more than ever.

"Who are you?" I asked. The fact just dawned on me that I was talking to this woman but I didn't even know if I was relation or if she was just someone that found me.

"I'm your mother, dear." she said, looking at me with all her worries.

"No, my mother is dead." I told her, the thought of her and the condition she was in made my tears water just thinking of it. She gasped.

"No, you must've just had a bad dream, Cea. I'm sorry..." she said to me, walking away. The fact that I said my mother was dead seemed to upset her just about as much as it upset me.

I laid back and was so close to going to sleep, until a man--rather handsome--came and shook me out of my doze.

"No!" he yelled, his deep controlling voice catching my attention quickly. "You can't go to sleep, the doctor said it could be fatal." he told me, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Okay." I said softly, wiping the sleep from my eyes. I looked at my wrist. "How long have I been...sleeping?" I asked him, seeing his handsome face and gorgeous blue eyes, I didn't know who he was. And I couldn't imagine forgetting a face like that.

"About two hours. Why?" he asked, looking at me, seeing the question and wonder in my eyes.

"Just...asking..." I said slowly, letting his words sink in a moment.

"So, I heard mom talking about you having some sort of dream. What was it about?" he asked, an interesting look of question and happiness took over the confused, worried look he once possessed.

"Oh. It was a...terrible dream." I said slowly, looking past his head and over it to see the dead, stuffed dear hanging on the wall. It was in a gallop, but was stopped dead in its tracks. Like me, just he was probably running for good and I was the complete opposite.