I stared at him confused, my face twisted.
"Wha-what?" he said staring back at me.
"What's my name?" I said sternly standing up.
"Um." he said looking at his shoulder. His sweater was stained with blood.
"La-listen pretty girl." he said holding a finger up at me.
"You-you don't ta-tell anyone aba-about this! Ga-got it?" he said slipping out a piece of paper and a pen.
He wrote something sloppy down that I could barely read but I could decipher.
"It-it's spa-special." he said smiling at me.
He completely lost it. Then I heard a scream.
