The strings felt odd in her hand. The familiar feel of them, like an extension of herself as her fingers glided along them, was gone, replaced with numbness, a constant dull ache, and the occasional sharp pain that radiated from a few inches below her elbow all the way to the tips of her fingers. Determined to get her fingers in the right position to play a C chord, one of the easiest, Bree Matthews gritted her teeth and tried again. This time, her first finger screamed at her while her second finger may as well have been detached from her body. It just wasn’t working.
Frustrated, Bree let out a sigh and set her guitar down on the floor next to her, it’s neck resting against her leg. She wanted to scream, to throw something, to slam the guitar against the coffee table as if she were a rock star in a hotel room. Why had this happened to her?
