EPILOGUE
I've made a lot of mistakes; a lot.
Not speaking to Robin was one of them.
I should have told him that I wasn't the monster I looked like but I ran. I was scared, scared of reliving my past.
I look out the window. The bright sunlight streams onto the cobbles and stones, I quickly close the curtains for fear that the light will reach me through the UV proof glass.
I look towards the picture sat on the coffin next him. It was us on Ingrid's fifteenth birthday, at the sleepover. After Ingrid had got out of her marriage, that is. I finger the picture; we look so happy. In the photo I'm grinning from ear to ear and Robin is smirking, predictably.
There's a knock on my bedroom door.
"Go away!" I snarl throwing a pillow against the door.
The door is opens anyway. I gape at the person entering the room.
"I don't care if you grow two heads and try and eat me, you're still my best mate."
I grin at him.
THE END!
All that's left is a thank you!