Every Day Is A Second Chance

Chapter 1: Nightmares

CASEY

"They're bickering, talking about how they wish they were in the same class for every subject of the day..." I sigh as I talk to myself silently. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Casey Elizabeth Sparks. My friends call me Case, Liz or Ces which is derived from my initials. I live in London, England of course. I'm 18 years old and I had the best summer ever but now, I'm sitting on an armchair with my bag beside me, studying my classmates as we finish our 1st day as Seniors. "Complicated" how some say.

"Ces? Liz? Case?! Earth to Casey." A familiar voice called out.

"Casey? Sis? Hello?" Mary, my bestfriend said anxiously waiting for me to answer back.

"Oh, Marh hey." I replied after zoning out for a few minutes.

" I am so looking for a new bestfriend, you keep zoning out!" She said.

" Maria Antoniette Romana Young, I didn't zone out."

"You only use my full name if I did something wrong or if you are guilty of something and if you didn't zone out, tell me what we were talking about?" Mary eyed me curiously while trying to make me admit that I did in fact zone out. And as usual I tried to defend myself while using hand gestures.

"Okay I zoned out." I said with defeat.
"Sorry, I'm just tired I guess." I say hoping she'd accept the apology, cause the last time she was mad, let's just say I had to be soaking wet from the rain for her to forgive me.

"Common, sis. Tell you what, if you won't forgive me I'm gonna tell that bloody Stephen Maxwell that you like him, and his dreamy american accent and his-" but before I could finish she covered my mouth and said with a serious voice, "Alright, okay. It's fine. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today."

"Really? you haven't forgiven me that easy since we we're 5." I was really surprised.

"Shut your bloody mouth." She said laughing.

"Yes ma'am!" I salute her like a cadet.

As we head down to the gym, down the hall I saw him. Right in front of my eyes, screaming as he takes a bullet that was for me. I feel my checks being wet by the tears that are strolling down my face as I remember that cold night. As I remember him. Alexander Christian Young. And all my high school memories with him. I remember us running for our lives, screaming.

"Alex, No!!!"

I woke up, realizing I was in my college dorm. Realizing I wasn't 18 anymore. That it was just a memory of my first day as senior. But now I am 24, in college and yet the thought of Alex still haunted me. He was always the one for me and he was Mary's older brother. Though he was a year older, he managed to woo me with his sweet words and romantic gestures and we dated for 2 years. His parents and I were close and we did talk until now even though he was gone. They weren't mad at me, neither of them blamed me or rather got mad but instead they pitied me. He and I always hung out since we were young until we put our relationship to a romantic level so ever since he died, I became broken.

"Hey, you okay? Are thinking about Alex?" Mary said with a sad tone of voice probably noticing me awake in the middle of the night for the 5th time in a week now. She and I had the same dorm room and she always knew what I was thinking.

"Hey it's okay. But you have to move on. Alex wouldn't want you to cry over him. He would want you to be happy. Even though that happiness is not with him." She said trying to calm me down.

"I can't Mary, Alex was everything to me. He was a piece of my existence.. and now that he's gone.... I just don't know. Although it's been 6 years." I said crying with silent sobs.