Chapter X: Epilogue

I waked up, and thought where am I? I started to stir a little thinking my head

really hurts. I looked around to discover I was in bed, a large bed. Well for one thing, at

least I know I’m not dreaming since I still felt a bit of my wound. My wound, I thought is

it still bleeding, I looked at my shoulder and back to discover that I was wrapped with the

tiniest of toilet paper. I looked to my left and found Jennifer, sleeping with her head on

top of arms, like the good ol’ elementary school days when after you finished your test,

the teacher said you could put you’re head down. She was fast asleep, but as I walked

towards her I discovered something in her face. Dry tears, she was crying. But I wonder

what was it this time? Could she really felt guilty over me now?

            Jennifer began to stir and opened her eyes; she let out a weak yawn. But her

attention went straight to me as she looked down in the bed and was surprised that I was

awake before her. I then started to say something.

            “Hey.”

            “Hi, I’m glad you’re okay.” She was smiling like before, but this time she looked

like she was looking at me like I was friend she didn’t see for years. But then she started

to draw some tears again.

            “I am so sorry.”

            “It’s okay, I’m fine really.”

            “No, it’s not okay. What I did to you placed you inside a jar and in my bag. And I

called you a creature. How could have I been so cruel?”

            “Jennifer, everybody makes mistakes. And I still forgive you.”

            “But, I can never forgive myself. After I went inside the mall for about twenty

minutes, and opened my bag. I found you just lying there lifeless, nearly bleeding to

death. I was so scared that I rushed home and tried to stop the bleeding. I thought you

were going to die. I never even got to apologize. You’re so small and fragile, and I’m a

monster. What type of sick person am I?”

“You’re not a monster.”

            Jennifer was crying, really hard. She placed her head down the bed, which sort of

bounced me off. I decided I needed to comfort her for the most. What she did to me was

just an act of ignorance, and I don’t blame her. I walked up to her and touched her

beautifully blonde hair and began stroking it gently.

            “Jennifer, it’s okay. What you did happened, and I forgive you. Please I just can’t

stand to see you a beautiful girl like you cry like this anymore.”

            “You think I’m beautiful?”

            “Of course, I’ve watched you since the first day you moved. And well ever since I

loved you.”

            It was all spilled out now; she began to look down at me with a redeeming smile

and said the words, I wanted to hear.

            “I love you also.”

            It was the most heartfelt moment, I can ever believe in my life. She was no longer

the lonely girl in Apt. 305, but the story doesn’t end here as far as I know. After a little

talk, she accepted everything I told her, about me, the fact I was once a normal sized

human being who was now, and probably forever is one inch tall, but at the same time

she couldn’t help it, but imagine and enjoy a thousand ways to play with me and care for

me. She loved me, as mush as I loved her. She swore that whatever happens she’ll always

take care of me, and that she’ll never leave me home alone, unless it’s up to me. But I

really don’t mind stow away with her in her purse or pocket. We both are no longer

alone. And for the first time in my life, the dream I had came true. That night, she placed

me in her pillow next to her, and as I wrapped her everlasting beautiful hair around me,

feeling warm and safe. I was free from my prison and nightmare at last, and she was free

from doubtfulness and loneliness. We drifted off to sleep. Thinking of thousands of

possibilities to happen.

            “Oh, I forgot to ask, what is your name?”

            “It’s Ethan. It’s Ethan, Jennifer.”