Twisted Twice, Twisted Mine - Episode 12
Sharing something in common with someone always has a way of binding you and the person together.
But what happens when the person doesn't know that you even exist?
When the only memory about you is far gone?
I always knew about Levi Carter since I was 7.
I remember how it happened, I was sitting outside of the therapist's office when it happened.
I was feeling lonely and insecure, without direction, I was seven without no idea of who I was.
I remember wandering away from the office and walking to the fire escape and climbing, sitting on the ledge of the building looking down, wondering what it would be like if I jumped.
"Do you want to jump?" A voice asks behind me and I turn, it's a boy, a little older than me, ( okay, he was a lot older but my childish mind didn't want it to seem so) he has dyed brownish red hair that looks too gelled for comfort.
He has a Chelsea jersey on, eww, I hate football.
I don't reply, just go back to staring at the ground.
I feel a presence beside me and I turn to look at the boy, irritated, what does he want? Doesn't he know I want to be left alone?
He sits on the ledge and I see him glance down nervously, I want to tell him that if he is scared he can go back but I don't, I can't form the words, I just go back to watching the people walking on the ground.
"It's weird how people walk around and don't look up to see what the sky looks like" He says.
"Adults are weird" He says again.
I wanted to ask him if he isn't an adult, he looks about 14, he is a small adult, does that make him weird too? But I don't say anything.
"What are you doing here? Are you sick in the head too?" I send a look his way but he doesn't see it because he is busy looking at a hawk flying around.
"Don't you talk?" He looks at me this time and I still don't say anything.
"OK fine, since you don't talk just listen, it's okay to be different, it's okay to be sick in the head, my sister is too but i still love her, I like you, you are pretty.
You look like a good kid, you shouldn't jump if that is what is on your mind, if you do I will have to jump with you and I don't want to, you should go downstairs to the doctor and get better, build your dreams and become what you dream of, if you jump now you can't make it, I want to be a footballer, a very good one, I want to be famous, you go on, be a teacher or a doctor or even a trader, become something so that we will meet again one day.
Who knows, we might become best friends "
He says and I turn to look at him.
"What's your name? I'm Levi Carter "
And that is how Levi Carter saved my life and made my small heart pound.
"If you just give me your hand, we will get off the ledge together " He says stretching his hand towards me.
I look at his outstretched hand and then to his face and he smiles, i take his hand and he gently lifts me up and pulls me away from the ledge.
He sets me on the ground before kneeling down in front of me.
He brushes my hair away from my eyes before staring into them.
"You are a pretty girl, let's meet again in the future, I will be yours and you will be mine, promise?"
He asks stretching out his pinky finger and I grab on.
"Promise" My voice says scratchily. He beams down at me and I try to smile, I have forgotten how.
His phone beep and he looks at it.
"I have to go now, my sister's appointment is done, do you want to walk down together?" He doesn't wait for a reply, just takes my hand and leads me down.
I remember staring at his face all the way down to the office, when I finished my appointment I hung around waiting for him but he didn't show up.
I lost Levi Carter for 5 years in my life until one day I saw him on TV, I was 12 and he just started his football career, I knew it was him from the beginning, there was no way I could forget the face of my savior.
And that is how my obsession started, I never missed any of his games, I bought all of the brands he sponsored, I worked hard so that I could meet him one day.
Then tragedy struck, 4 years into his career his sister died, I was Sixteen, he took it hard, his sister had being bipolar, she had gotten too drunk that night and had gotten into an accident, her car had been T- boned.
He had taken the accident personally, derailing going off track, excessive drinking and partying, it had been ugly.
I had reached out, writing numerous letters, baking numerous confections, hoping that one of them would work.
He had pulled himself together and gone on national TV to express his gratitude to the anonymous helper, he had wanted to meet but at that time I wasn't were you wanted to be so I didn't go.
I knew that someday we would meet and I would thank him for the help he rendered when I was little.
That's how diligent I wasn in my affection for him.
It hurts that he will never get to know me, the real me but I will take anything I can get.
Anything at all.
I shared a special moment with him fourteen years ago and even though he doesn't remember and even though he doesn't know that I was the one who helped him move on from his grief, I am content.
I am content to be his fan, I won't be selfish.
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