Delay of Game (The Baltimore Banners Book 6) by Lisa B. Kamps

Author:Lisa B. Kamps [Kamps, Lisa B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BimHaven Press
Published: 2016-02-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Gray. No sound, no color, no feeling. Just gray. He could sense light off in the distance, knew there was sound there as well even though he couldn't hear it. He didn't want to hear it, didn't want to see the light. It was better here in the gray. He didn't have to think, didn't have to feel, didn't have to worry.

That last word caught him off-guard. Worry. What did he have to worry about? He wasn't sure, just knew there was…something. Something waiting for him, something he didn't want to consider, didn't want to face, didn't want to acknowledge.

No, it was better here in the gray. Safer. Not quite comforting. He wasn't sure how he would describe it. Then again, he didn't have to. All he had to do was stay here and experience it. It would be so easy to just stay here, to lose himself in the gray and not have to worry about anything.

Had the gray turned to black, just for a little bit? He wasn't sure, had no way of knowing how much time had passed, or if any had passed at all. He seemed to recall slipping deeper into the gray, deeper to where it was almost black, where nothing existed. But now the gray was back, along with that annoying light, coming closer.

"Justin. Justin, wake up."

He frowned, recognizing his name, the sound almost distorted. A flash of memory, nothing more than wispy smoke, swirling just out of reach. Something was wrong. He recognized the voice but it was off somehow. Or maybe it wasn't the voice he remembered. No, it couldn't be. The voice he remembered was soft, musical, kind and laughing and warm. This voice was anything but. This voice was insistent, impatient, with an edge of something to it he didn't quite understand.

He didn't want to see the voice. Could he see voices? Maybe. It didn't matter. All he knew was that if he saw it, there was something else he'd have to see, something he didn't want to face. Better to slip back in the gray, to ignore everything and pretend the voice didn't exist.

"Now you're just pissing me off. Come on, wake up."

The voice was louder, closer. He shook his head, his mind searching for the grayness that was being pushed away, trying to hold onto it as it faded. It was no good. The gray dimmed, fading even more, replaced by a watery light.

Justin fought to open his eyes, his lids too heavy, resisting his attempts. He tried to move his arm. Burning pain, quick and sharp, exploded along his left arm. He bolted upright, only to fall back when more pain shot through him, sending stars shooting across the inside of his eyelids.

"Fuck." At least, that's what he tried to say. He had no idea what actually came out of his mouth but it sure as hell didn't sound like he meant it to. He clenched his jaw, breathing in short gasps of air with a hiss, waiting for the pain to subside.

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