Some let out small laughs, but I stare blankly with my head on Reggae’s pillow, staring out into the dark room. “But he got Blue talking,” Emily continues. “And I don’t think we’re ever gonna be able to thank him for that.” “He gave me notes when I broke my hand,” Someone calls out. “He tossed my water back when it rolled away,” another calls. Voice after voice calls out little snippets about the man whose blood stains our floor. I sit, sitting up and sucking in a breath. Speaking feels like something I’ll never be able to do again, but I manage, I speak. “I- I didn’t know his name…” The others start to fall quiet. “… It was the first thing he asked me and the last thing I asked him. I’ll never know his name, but he’s Classic to me…. He changed me. For good I hope…. But I didn’t think anyone could hurt me…. And he did in a way I never thought of….” I take another breath, squeezing my eyes shut as tears start to flow again. “But he did and I’m here… And I’m not alone. Because of him.”
Reggae takes my hand, twisting his fingers into mine. I choke on a sob as I look up at him, “What’s your name?” He gives me a small smile as Emily’s arm falls around my shoulders. “My name’s Anthony.” “Anthony…” I repeat slowly, “Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too, Blue.”
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