I thought I had some luck go my way, for a change and had a cell to myself. I was back in Hernandez’s cell, jumping at shadows; and with reason. I think maybe everyone was, at a loss for words, hung-over or too ashamed to say why this was happening. I had blue-eyes and dirty blonde hair, which I had always cut it short. I closed my eyes and didn’t think about my ordeal, and thought; as I f I was dreaming. Joining our motley crew were some of Anthony’s other friends; that I didn’t know. A three day stint in infirmary and constantly asked questions, about my bashing; I didn’t snitch once. My skin was rather pasty with small fading freckles on my face. The effects made me throw my stomach up or basically vomit. We entered a strip club; and that is all I can recall of the night. As we walked, the sheer horror of my situation finally dawned on me. The next night, it was more of the same.
