OK, so no money, no cell phone, no credit cards, and again, no fucking idea who I am. I could go to the police, but if I’m a criminal, they might put me in jail. I could go back to the hospital, but I’m worried that I’ll be found if I go there, found by whoever put me in a grave.

I need to get a phone, but I can’t stomach the idea of stealing one. I walk aimlessly down the sidewalk, passing several people who avert their eyes, refusing to look at me. I’ve convinced myself if just one of them is mean to me, I could take their phone, since I so desperately need it. Nobody will even look at me. What’s wrong with me?

“Sir, sir?”

A young person walks up to me, likely just barely an adult. I hate this sir shit. Why is everyone calling me sir?

“Yes?” I ask.

“Do you need help?” they ask.

I suspect my dirty clothes and banged up head have invited this question, but I shouldn’t discount someone, even if they are barely an adult.

“Yes. I do need help. I don’t remember who I am. I woke up in a grave, not yet buried, and I think someone is after me. My phone and wallet have been taken, so I have no idea who I am.”

“That’s crazy fucking terrifying,” they say and continue with “my name is Alex by the way.”

Alex has short cropped bleach blonde hair with a side part. Their slender frame holds up a loose fitting button up dress shirt and black pants, while their face has two ear piercings and purple lip stick.

“Alex, it’s nice to meet you. I don’t know my given name, but for now, I’m going by Tulsa.”

“That’s pretty bad ass. Well, I might be able to help you. My dad actually takes in old phones and gives them to people in need. You’ll only be able to use it near a WiFi hot spot, but there are a ton around here.”

“That’s amazing! Thank you so much.”

“No problem. Come with me. He has an office not too far from here.”

I’m not worried about Alex or where they will take me. Honestly, Alex is probably one of the least threatening people I’ve ever met in my life.

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