Broken ||A Sodapop Curtis Love Story||

Epilogue

Emily's POV:

I got out of the hospital on October 28th, a little over one month after I went in, feeling the happiest I'd ever been. I walked out of that hospital with Soda's hand in mine and a huge smile on my face. I still remember Two-Bit standing behind us whispering "I'm so proud of you, Emmi," over and over. And you know what? I was proud of myself.

Back when I was in the hospital, I was thinking about where I would be in seven years. Now I know. I am now happily married to my one and only, Sodapop Patrick Curtis. Seven years later and I am out of college. I'm a therapist now, there to make sure that teenage girls and boys don't end up as broken as I once was.

I now have two little kids, twins, who were born on July 22nd, 1972. There's a beautiful baby boy, named Jonathan Dallas, whom we call Johnny, and a gorgeous little girl who we named Nora Alexis, after the girls I once felt so close to.

Steve and my good friend Della are now married and have their own happily ever after, and although they don't have children of their own yet-they haven't had the best luck, but we have hope- they babysit for Soda and I all the time.

As for those other girls, the Socs that put me in the hospital, the ones that bullied me for years: Lainie, Heather, Nancy, Gina, I somehow became friends with them. I'm very close with Lainie, we went to college together. I'm now her boss at the psychology office, actually. I hired her.

Well, that's kinda my life now. Not much else to say other than that I like how it's going. I finally don't feel broken anymore, and for the first time in a while, I feel like I'm worth it. I have a career, a husband, two wonderful children, great friends, and an amazing (unmarried) brother.

Sometimes I look back at the scars on my arm and think "Maybe I was just a stupid teenage. A stupid, confused teenager." And then I remember everything I went through and realize that I never want anyone to ever go through something like that again. That's why I do what I do. To help people like my former self.

A/N: HAPPY 4TH OF JULY TO EVERYONE THAT LIVES IN AMERICA, AND HAPPY LATE CANADA TO ALL OF THE CANADIANS READING :)
So, here's the epilogue. Wow, it's really over. I tied up all of the loose ends, right? It's only 400ish words, but I'm pretty proud of it. Let me know what you think.