Identity Change

Chapter 2

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Dedicated to @Inkdontmixwithwater because she’s the one who made this story possible. She gave me hints and ta-da!

Enjoy reading!

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Jensen's P. O. V.

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What’s that? What are they talking about?

Am I walking? No, I’m pretty sure I’m still in a cringe position. I just woke up.

But why am I moving?

God! Someone is carrying me!

Why is it dark here?

I see a small spot of light from above. I reach for it quietly. I just remembered what happened.

I realize I’m in a bag that someone is carrying. I peek at the hole where the light is coming in.

The light stings my eyes, blinding my eyes because of the sudden brightness, although in reality, it was not that bright at all. It was more like nearing sunset already.

I look for people. I need to get help.

I look around.

Please. I’d be happy to see anyone. I need to see a fucking person!

Then, at the right side of my limited view, I see a van stop in front of a building and I see a guy step out of the van.

If I shout now, will he hear me?

Think, Jensen, think!

Okay, here goes nothing…

I force my hand out the small hole. It turned out to be easy.

Well, I must say that this is a very big bag. I think two people is carrying me.

Oh, right. I’m escaping.

I force the bag open as I thrust the zipper wide enough for me to pop my head out.

“HELP!” I shout at the guy who went out of the van.

He is looking around. I know he heard me.

Then, I see another guy step out of the van. And fortunately, his eyes landed on this direction; on where I am.

“Help me!” I shout as I wave my hand wildly.

A hand suddenly pushes my head back in the bag but he’s having a hard time since his other hand is carrying the bag that I’m in.

I know the guy I shouted out at sees me. His eyes turned wide the moment he saw what’s happening in this direction.

But unfortunately, he just stands there with his mouth open as he make an eye contact with me. Maybe what he is seeing is too surprising for him.

The guy who saw me looks familiar, by the way. I just can’t recognize him since I’m in a tight situation.

There’s no time for me to actually care who’s around me.

“Help me, please!” I shout at the top of my lungs when I sneak my head out again.

This time, the guy turns to the other guy who stepped out of the van first and points at this direction.

The moment both guys are already looking at me, I feel a sharp pain on my left side of my body that I had to cringe.

God! Somebody must have kicked me from outside.

A hand shoves my head back into the bag and it zips the bag completely closed.

This time, there’s no light. It’s completely dark.