Holding my face, I slowly wake up again. I don't know how long I've been asleep this time, and my memories of falling asleep are fuzzy at best. But I know what I'm doing in this moment- I'm struggling. Right now touching my face, I can barely breathe. With my eyes closed tightly, I’m slowly feeling the skin on my face. I'm stunned but desperately trying to breathe through this. I know what I feel but I can't believe what I'm feeling. This is just so wrong. This is so horrible. “Suzanne... it’s me. Chicago Kayla. Can you talk to me?” The infamous Chicago Kayla all the others talk about? Well, this should be interesting. Opening my eyes, I'm stunned. Holy shit! I know her. Finally! Someone I know. Kayla Lefferts. “Hello, Kayla. I remember you from work. Ah, how are you?” Why is she here? I swear to god, my days just get weirder and weirder. “Suzanne, I'm here because we're best friends- well, I'm one of your 3 best friends,”
