They say everyoneās a superhero to someone. Iām not sure who Iām supposed to save, but I know who saved me.
We were kids. His name was Christopher. And up until the day he pulled me from deathās grip, he was nothing more than a boy I felt sorry for. In a blink of an eye, he became the only person who made me feel safe.
And then he disappeared.
Now Iām seventeen. Iām not a kid anymore. I havenāt been for years. While death didnāt take me that day, the things that happened left me with scarsāthe kind that robbed me of everything I once loved and drove me into darkness. But more than anything else, that dayāand every day sinceāhas taken away my desire to dream.
I wasnāt going to have hope. I wouldnāt let myself wish. Those thingsāthey werenāt for girls like me. Thatās what I believedā¦until the new boy.
Heās nothing like the old boy. Heās taller and older. His hair is longer, and his body is leanāstrong and ready for anything. I donāt feel sorry for him. And sometimes, I hate him. He challenges me. From the moment I first saw him standing there on the baseball field, he pushed meāhis eyes constantly questioning, doubtingā¦daring. Still, something about himāit feelsā¦familiar.
He says his name is Wes. But I canāt help but feel like heās someone else. Someone from my past. Someone whoās come back to save me.
This time, though, heās too late. Josselyn Winters, the girl he once knew, is gone. I am the threat; I am my worst enemy. And he canāt save me from myself.