All In My Head (First Tracks Book 1)

First
Tracks Series, Book One

First Tracks –

When you get to leave your mark on the fresh
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Kristen
James

“Refreshing storyline!”

“The culmination
of this book in the last few chapters was phenomenal. So intense. The chemistry
between Avery and Marcus throughout the novel was also amazing, and I think
what really enhanced the awesomeness of it was the paranormal aspect of the
book.” Romance Novels 4 the Beach

“The meeting of minds and the friendship that grows as they get
used to each other and become more involved in each other’s thoughts, is very
romantic, counterbalanced by a great deal of humour as Avery manages Marcus’s
increasingly overt appreciation of her assets.” Kate Martyn, author, Amazon
review

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A Wedding to Remember, Book 2

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Of course I didn’t know it just then, but this little event
would make me question my sanity and everything about my life. I came to, alert
enough to know I’d passed out, but I couldn’t remember why. The ground started
swelling like waves rolling under me. Maybe I was moving? It felt nice, happy
even, until pain splintered my head. I heard voices around me and a humming
noise like an engine. I didn’t feel so hot.

“Avery, honey, can you hear us? Can you blink or squeeze my
hand?”

Who was that? And what was with the squeezing? I felt around
in my body, trying to move, and actually came out with some kind of monster
moan.

And, oh my gosh, that made my head hurt. Several people spoke
all at once, expecting me to answer, but I couldn’t manage any more. The
humming
came from a loud engine, I realized, and I was lying flat on my back. I made
out a voice saying,
We’re taking you to the hospital
.

It hit all at once. The snowboarding trip Kristina talked me
into, the giant hill that Kristina, Dawn and Jasmine said I could do no problem,
catching air when I didn’t mean to—flying—flying—and then crashing.

Well, I’m assuming the crashing part. I only remember things
turning upside down and the white glare of the snow coming at my face in
s-l-o-w motion, then fast, then s-l-o-w …

I should have stayed home and worked on my screenplay with a
big cup of cocoa, a plate of brie, apple slices and Wheat Thins … and
strawberries, if I still had some.

Nash had asked me what I was doing for the weekend.  Just
think, if I had stayed home we might have talked. I sighed, thinking for a
second that we were on the way home, but then someone shined a bright light
into my eye.

***

 “Good morning … uh, Miss Waldorf.”

Morning? I squinted, feeling my head shatter in fifty
different directions as the light hit my eyes. I shielded them with my hand for
a second to figure out who had spoken to me. The distracted voice belonged to a
fifty-or-so doctor in a white coat, salt-and-pepper hair and an oversized nose.
He sat next to my bed, glancing between me and a chart in his hands with papers
he kept flipping back and forth.

“Hi …” My voice came out like everything was okay. Maybe it
was.

“You took quite the tumble yesterday.” He gave me a kind but
quick smile as he spoke. “So I’m very happy to see you’re awake and alert. I’m
Dr. Hartley. Can you tell me your name?”

Marcus.

“What?” I glanced around but didn’t see anyone else.

Dr. Hartley shifted his head to the side, just slightly, and
one eyebrow moved. But I knew my name.  “Avery Waldorf.”

Marcus. My name is Marcus.

I jumped, but Dr. Hartley had his head down, writing. 

“Good, Avery. Do you know what day it is?”

“Saturday … er, it was Saturday when I crashed down the
mountain.” I glanced toward the curtains and the way the sun was slanting
through. “Is it Sunday?”

“Ah, yes. Sunday morning.” He put on his glasses to make
notes on his clipboard. “Do you know the date?”

“The fif—no, the sixteenth.” I’d lost a day. The doctor
wrote on his paper again.

Where am I?

What? I glanced around and back at the doctor, who wasn’t
responding to that voice. I didn’t answer him, either. It had to be a side
effect. It wasn’t like a weird echo in my head or the way things sound when
your ears are plugged. The voice sounded like it came from right next to me,
but
no one was there.

Why, oh why did I go snowboarding with them? I could have
stayed home and got some work done while the house was quiet. Reaching up, I
softly skimmed my hand over my hair and felt the bulge on top of my head. 

Hello? Yo, doc! Yoohoo!

I wasn’t sure it’d work, but I thought at the voice,
He
can’t hear you
,
now be quiet!

“All right, then.” Dr. Hartley checked my eyes and reflexes
while explaining I was in the Rogue Valley Medical Center in Medford. I didn’t
remember much of the ambulance ride. The voice kept breaking in, and the dual
conversation made my head spin. It was like the time I babysat five-year-old
twins. Never doing that again.

“You’re doing great, Avery. Everything looked good in your
scan.”

I didn’t remember that either. I tried to smile, and even
that sent a whiplash of pain through my head. He stood and checked the bag up
on the pole. After making a note on the chart, he smiled at me again. “I’ll
send a nurse for your morphine. The pain should clear up shortly. We’ll
probably keep you for today, just as a precaution. You’re alert. It’s just a
good idea to keep you here.”

“Thanks.” I managed to keep a straight face until he walked
out the door. Then I made like a squirrel doing a crazy dance across the road,
flipping around to check behind the bed. The room was empty. The movement made
my head throb, but at least I knew none of my friends were standing behind the
hospital bed, suppressing a laugh at their joke.

Where were they? They left me at the hospital?

What the hell is this?

The voice was definitely
in
my head. My fall must
have caused some damage, so why didn’t something show up in my scan? I felt
around for some kind of button to call a nurse.

Hello? I hit my head? What are you talking about?

“No,
I
hit
my
head trying to freaking
snowboard.” I looked around again, even knowing I wouldn’t see anyone there.
How could a concussion make me hear voices? When I yanked in a breath, it
sounded like I was about to cry. I gripped the blanket—I was
not
breaking down.

HEY! Who are you, and why am I hearing you?

“Okay, whoever you are,” I whisper-hissed, “calm the hell
down.”

I just needed to backtrack, think this through, figure it
out. The day before was clear in my head, from driving up to the ski resort,
playing around on the flats for a while, and then letting Kristina talk me into
going up the hill with her. There wasn’t anything that unusual about it, not
anything that should cause something like this. I closed my eyes, trying to
relax my body, and breathed in and out. Just in and out. In and out.

Still here, babe. And still not sure why I can hear you.

Oh no. The doctor hadn’t flinched when I said my name was
Avery, but Avery was actually a male name until about thirty years ago. What if
…?

I stumbled out of the bed, dragging the IV stand, and fell
into the bathroom, hitting the light switch. It flickered on and I stood
staring at my reflection, sagging in relief. My breath left in one big huff.

Crazy. I’d actually thought maybe I would see a guy’s face.

What is this?

He went ballistic, screaming in my head. I covered my ears
without any effect. The noise was going to kill me.

“Stop!” The one word ricocheted around my head, making the
pain worse. Sudden nausea hit me and I bent over the toilet. Then things went
black and I had to feel my way to the floor. The voice grew quiet after a minute—maybe
he felt this pain and sickening ache all over too. It kept me from moving for a
long time. Any movement or noise sliced through my brain and entire body.

Finally, shaking still, I splashed cold water on my face,
over and over. As he calmed down, I slid down on the floor again, my hospital
gown wet in front, my head pounding, ears ringing, and stomach trying to climb
up out of my mouth. Was he still there?

“You said your name was Mark?”

No, Marcus.

“Marcus what?”

I waited for a minute but he didn’t answer. “I can hear you
but can’t see you, and you don’t know what’s going on? Can you see … me?”

I can see what you’re looking at. I see your hands all bunched
up on your lap.

“Can you feel this?” I asked as I tapped one hand on my
other arm. He didn’t answer right away so I did it several more times.

I think so. It’s a bit fuzzy.

A noise came from out in the room. Great, what if they’d
heard me talking to myself?

 “Hello?” a female voice called just before she knocked on
the bathroom door. I hadn’t gotten it shut.

I pulled myself up and peeked around the door to see a young
nurse with shoulder length, very straight hair and a no-nonsense expression. I
had a vague notion that my hair had frizzed all over the place like an evil
cartoon villain, but it was hard to care when I felt like road kill.

The nurse helped me back over to the bed and fiddled with my
IV drip. “I heard you have a headache. That’s perfectly normal after smacking
your head the way you did. I’m going to up this just a bit, okay?”

What is that?

“Okay,” I said, not even looking up at the bag.

She smiled, patting my arm in a grandmotherly way, even
though she looked about twenty-five. An instant swoosh of happy, sleepy medicine
rolled through my limbs. I was more than happy to follow that feeling down into
oblivion. THANK YOU GOD.

“Okay, Avery, I’ll be by later to check on you.” She grew
fuzzy as she walked toward the door.

Oh no
you don’t. I need answers. Avery?
That’s your name? Why am I stuck here? How are you doing this to me?

“Stuck? There’s the door, asshole.”

Why are you doing this?

I closed my eyes again and gave in to the numbing sleep,
just wanting to get away from the weirdness.  

Avery! Damn it!

***

 “Avery?” a small voice asked. In a wonderful twist of normal
fate, I recognized Kristina’s airy voice. I’d slept it off, whatever that thing
had been. There wasn’t any other voice. I wasn’t in horrible pain. It just felt
like a normal headache. I started to open my eyes to look at her but my eyelids
stuck. Even my throat felt dried out and wilted shut, so I simply lifted a hand
in response.

“Avery! Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry about yesterday. Are you awake?”

Yes, isn’t that nice. You’re awake. Maybe we could work on this
little problem, if you’re not too busy.

Oh, god. I groaned and felt Kristina’s hand on mine. If I
weren’t so out of it, I’d have grabbed her hand back tight.

Hey, think I like sitting around in the dark, waiting on you?

“Ave?” Kristina asked. It actually took using my finger to
pull back my eyelids. I blinked several times and tried to clear my throat but
nothing happened. Kristina gave me a worried smile. Jasmine, Dawn and the guys
must have left, or maybe Kristina went home and came back?

A large Styrofoam cup sat on the stand with a plastic lid. I
pointed at it.

“Are you thirsty? It’s ice water.” She handed me the cup,
then saw that it wouldn’t work while I was lying back. I wasn’t exactly flat,
but almost. She set the cup on the bed and pushed the button to raise it.

I finally got the straw in my mouth and sucked down the
entire cup of ice water. My throat felt somewhat better. “Thanks.”

Apparently, you don’t get good sleep in a hospital, and I
imagined that was working with my head injury to make me feel like crap. But my
friend was here. We shared a look and I almost cried.

Kristina sat on the bed, a small smile on her lips even
while her brows did a concerned lift in the middle. She’s one of those lucky
people that always looked good, her hair in tight spiral curls, her skin
glowing and clear, and her hazel-almost-green eyes always looking like she’s
sweet and caring. She’s so sweet in fact that she never complains about her
curly hair, knowing we all love it. I like to wrap it around my finger.

“I feel so horrible,” she said, her brows pinched. “I should
have never talked you into going down that hill.”

“It’s okay. I’m good.” How could I be upset with her? She’s
been there for me since we met on our first day on campus. College wouldn’t
have been half as fun without her. “Well, there’s …”

Don’t!

I tried to talk but couldn’t push my voice out.

You—Marcus—are you doing that?

You can’t tell her I’m here.

“I’m okay, really,” I said, unsure if it was me or him
talking. Was that possible? Could he do that?

Kristina sagged with relief but her eyes got shiny. She was
probably up all night, worried that I’d be mad at her. She always worried about
what I thought, which is a nice change from the rest of the world. When she
figured out Kyle liked her, she was sick to her stomach for two days because I
had gone out with him first. She wouldn’t even talk to him without my blessing,
so then of course I gave it to her. How could I hold back from a friend like
her?

Um, ’cause it was your man?

She gingerly smoothed my hair back, looking at the bruise.

“Is it bad?” I asked.

“Well, yes,” she answered, laughing, “but it’s mostly hidden
by your hair. Thank god you didn’t land on your face.” She sucked in air,
almost like she’d make something bad happen with those words. “You scared me.”

“Scared myself. At least, if I’d been thinking when I was
lying there. I was pretty out of it.”

I had a bunch of questions, like what had happened after my
accident the day before, but I didn’t want to push it with my throat. Maybe it
was sore from being out in the cold? I hoped I wasn’t getting sick on top of
almost cracking my head open.

Great. A worry freak. I’ve got questions too. 

Shut up!

I jerked and the giant cup fell over. Kristina grabbed it
and set it on the stand. “So, Dawn and Brandon had to get back, and Jasmine
went with them. Kyle was going to stay, but I told him to get back so he could
go to work. I mean, after I found out you were all right. We were all here
until after the scan. We were all freaking out. I mean really freaking out.”

The young nurse came back in to check on me. While she was
there, an orderly brought a tray with soup, crackers and steamed veggies. The
soup smelled okay—something so bland I wasn’t sure what it was. If only I had
my crispy rice crackers from home and some freshly ground pepper.