CHAPTER SEVEN – Epilogue
A long time ago a boy who I barely knew appeared in my life. He helped me go through one of the most difficult phases of my teenage years. I was a mess, a loser, a nobody. A girl whose life ambition was to screw every boy she hooked up with, smoke and inject of all the drugs and drink hoping her pain would somehow disappear. A girl whose mother was never home and when she was would beat her, a girl who would slit her wrists and thighs just to make her feel better. I can still remember the pleasure I felt every time the cold blade passed along my tight skin. But it seemed like he didn't care.
"There's something I still don't get" I said after a long afternoon together. "Why are you doing this? Why do you care about me? Nobody does. I'm a disaster, a helpless piece of shit"
"Because" Louis said lifting up my chin so our eyes met. "I want to save you.I know I can, if you let me"
"Save me from what? Godzilla?" I laughed.
"Save you from yourself" he responded.
"No one can save me Louis" she finally whispered.
Those last words remain in my thoughts even to this day. After I had turned him down he still kept trying and in the end he did save me. He saved me from my monsters. I would never be able to thank him enough.
My Superman. My Louis.