They say everyone's a superhero to someone. I'm not sure who I'm 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 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. And then he disappeared. 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...