I had my ultrasound a couple of days ago, I know what my baby will be now. A boy they told me. I will name him after you, He will bear your name for you are the only reason either of us are alive. When he is old enough and can understand the concept of hero's, I will tell him of you. Sterilized at first so I don't hurt him mentally, but when he is old enough to grasp it, I will tell him what you did for me and so many others. I will tell him about that night you rescued me, pulled me from a pit of my own shit and prevented me from being killed.

The other teenagers whisper about me, spread rumors that I'm a whore. A slut that can't keep her legs closed and now I carry the baby of a boyfriend that never existed. They don't know that I didn't consent and this baby is the product of rape. You told me that this would happen, that they would make assumptions like morons. That they would trick themselves into believing that they knew what had happened to me. I keep getting recommended that I should kill him, get an abortion, that I'm too young to 'suffer' having a baby boy. How fucking disgusting is that? To kill a baby because I seem unprepared, What fucking disgraces. 

It amazes me how much you were right, but I suppose I shouldn't be.

The organization tested your IQ, How the fuck did I not realize you were dumbing yourself down so you could form bonds with people? 187, I know you weren't an idiot, but 187 is above the level of a genius. I suppose it makes sense then that you seemed to know so much, knew how to fix nearly every problem and prevented disaster after disaster. It makes me wonder sometimes if you are really dead, or this is was another plan of yours. But I will never know. I will never know what went on in that head of yours and I don't think I want to. I wouldn't understand it anyway.