It was about 11 o'clock at night and I was just retiring to my apartment. I was still living in the same old, dingy, utilarian apartment that I was before. It was one of the few things that had not changed since my own, personal, revolution.
Normally, I wouldn't be out this late, too cautious anymore to venture out past sunset. My paranoia just wouldn't let me.
My name is Stephanie Plum, and you know nothing about me.
As a matter of fact, no one truly does. Not anymore. Although, the argument concerning whether anyone really ever did was permanently up in the air.
Except for him. He knew everything, and he was always there. Not counting the time that I needed him most. The time that changed everything and brought me into the state of mind in which I was now in.
Although I can't really say that that upsets me. If it weren't for him not being there, I would still be the immature and naïve little girl that I once was. I hated that girl. She was the one who slowed me down, took away thirty years of my life that I had wasted making the wrong turn every time, eventually leading me into a place in which I had very little chance of ever escaping. It's too bad that it took such a horrible experience to show me the way out.
Never again will I venture my way in once more. The only thing keeping me from dieing at my own hands now is that I am afraid.
I do not fear bugs, spiders, or bodily pain. I do not fear darkness or time. I fear only the unknown and what lies within its shadows.
Anymore I shut myself down instead of letting others help me. I either win or I lose no matter what the price of losing may be, because allowing someone else to do it for you teaches you nothing but to depend on others. You put your trust in everyone else, and you put caution to the wind. Without caution you become unaware of your surroundings. Nothing could be more deadly.
Sometimes, I wish that he was there. That he could have saved me from the pain and the suffering. That he could have reversed my fate of hating what I saw in the mirror. But then I remember that if he was there, I would still be that girl. And I forget.
Once again, my name is Stephanie Plum. You now know my fears and that I have changed. But, once again, you know nothing about me.
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