Young Adult Fiction. Young Adult Literature. 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 scarsâ??the kind that robbed me of everything I once loved and drove me into darkness. But more than anything else, that dayâ??and every day sinceâ??has taken away my desire to dream.I wasn't going to have hope. I wouldn't let myself wish. Those thingsâ??they weren't for girls like me. That's what I believed...until the new boy.He's nothing like the old boy. He's taller and older. His hair is longer, and his body is leanâ??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 meâ??his eyes constantly questioning, doubting...daring. Still, something about himâ??it feels...familiar.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.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