The back of my skull throbs like nobody’s business. It feels like someone took a hammer and hit me as hard as they could and then decided it was not enough to hit me once, but continued to do so over and over. I groan and reach up to rub the agonizing pulse point.But my arms won’t move.I pull at them, hard, but they are frozen in place. Well, not exactly. I can move my fingers. I stretch them and then mold them to the surface they are lying on. Wood. It feels like the arms of a chair. I glance down to see and realize that I can’t open my eyes. Panic creeps in and I take a deep breath to calm myself, but find it doesn’t work when I can’t move my legs or stand up.Panicking is not good, Mattie, I tell myself and try to remember what happened. Had I been in an accident? Am I lying in a hospital bed right now hooked up to tubes and wires stuck in coma-land? That would be just my luck, especially since I found Sally… oh HOLY CRAP!Sally. She’d shown me Mary’s bike and then… then… I’d heard someone whisper and…THEY HIT ME! HOLY CRAP!No, no, no, no, no.
