It took me several months to fully recover from my ordeals in the other dimensions. Several times, I would be fine until I looked at the jumpsuit that hung in my closet. Sometimes I thought of all the bad times we had, all the times when I thought we were going to be seriously injured or even die. I wondered about Taylor and her organization, and how they were doing in their hostile world that hated her cause.
Torrin and Finni flitted in my memories, too. I wished that I could’ve got to know them better. I thought about Indie, and how tough she always is. I hoped she was in good health and could forgive me for leaving so abruptly.
My ignorant brothers didn’t understand what I’d been through, no matter how much I explained it to them. “No, Tanner, first Indie ran off, then we had an argument. Not the other way around. If you don’t know for sure, don’t say it.”
“Taylor?” Thomas asked.
“What is it this time?” I rolled my eyes melodramatically.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“I was in my room when you were taken. I’m sorry because I should’ve heard you and the evil Taylor in the bathroom.”
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Oh. I’d never realized this before now. “That’s okay. What’s happened, happened. No biggie.”
“I just feel really bad. If I’d heard, you wouldn’t have gone through all this terrible stuff.”
“I told you, it’s okay. You don’t have to feel so bad about it.”
He tried to hug me. I pushed him away, and he went and sat on the couch. Since I had no school, I had been obsessively staying in my bed as long as possible. I had a new project: writing out my adventures in other dimensions. I planned to write a whole book about it. I ate my sandwich in five bites and trotted back upstairs.
How to end this monologue, is what my new problem is. I want to end on a happy note. Something that wraps everything up concisely, and leaves the reader feeling good about humankind; which every good book does. I’m not going to sing my own praises here - if anything, I believe my books are terrible and am surprised that anyone can read them without vomiting out their eye sockets at the poorly written prose.
So. An ending. I don’t know where to start on this ending. Maybe, “I looked off into the sunset, a smile on my face.” No, that fits this book like a pair of size 21 shoes fits a toddler. Perhaps something like, “‘Go, my book, and help destroy the world as it is.’” That sounds better, and fits better too. Let’s definitely not use something like Margaret Mitchell’s famous last line, for I am not in need to get ‘him’, whoever that is, back. However, tomorrow is another day - I agree with that.
Why don’t we try this: I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, my eyes still wet after I let Taylor go.