<p>They say everyone’s a superhero to someone. I’m not sure who I’m supposed to save but I know who saved me. </p><p>We were kids. His name was Christopher. And up until the day he pulled me from death’s 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.</p><p>And then he disappeared. </p><p>Now I’m seventeen. I’m not a kid anymore. I haven’t been for years. While death didn’t take me that day the things that happened left me with scars—the kind that robbed me of everything I once loved and drove me into darkness. But more than anything else that day—and every day since—has taken away my desire to dream. </p><p>I wasn’t going to have hope. I wouldn’t let myself wish. Those things—they weren’t for girls like me. That’s what I believed…until the new boy. </p><p>He’s nothing like the old boy. He’s taller and older. His hair is longer and his body is lean—strong and ready for anything. I don’t 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 me—his eyes constantly questioning doubting…daring. Still something about him—it feels…familiar. </p><p>He says his name is Wes. But I can’t help but feel like he’s someone else. Someone from my past. Someone who’s come back to save me.</p><p>This time though he’s too late. Josselyn Winters the girl he once knew is gone. I am the threat; I am my worst enemy. And he can’t save me from myself.</p>