A Second Chance

"please use discretion when you're messing with the message man"

Sara

I silently laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Luke laid next to me, his blue headphones on his head. I could hear the music blasting out of his headphones. I looked up at him, and noticed he was snoring. I tried to listen to when he was listening to.

Release me from the present.

I'm obsessing, all these questions

Why I'm in denial.

That they tried this suicidal session.

Please use discretion

When you're messing with the message man.

These lyrics aren't for everyone,

Only few understand.

Whatever he was listening to had a cool beat to it. I sat up and slowly reached for his pocked and slid his phone out. I stared at the huge, sleek, phone. The home button was on the bottom, which I pressed. The screen lit up.

Seemed he was listening to Message Man by Twenty-One Pilots. I slowly put the phone back in his pocket and laid back.

"Sara?" Luke asked, yawning afterwards.

"Yes?" I responded, laying on my side to face him.

He readjusted himself to face me. He smiled, and I smiled back.

"It's so funny, because months ago you were standing in front of that mirror and I told you your hair was super long." He chuckled, ruffling my hair.

"I know. It hurt when he pulled it." I said, grabbing his hand.

His smile turned into a frown.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"It is," He reached for his pocket and pulled out his phone. "November 26, 2015."

"Hey-"

"EVERYBODY." He cut me off.

I giggled.

"I was gonna say, it's been a long time since I've listened to your new album."

"Which song's your favorite?"

"Broken Home."

"Because we wrote it together?"

"Yeah."

He chuckled and pulled me into his chest. I hugged him tightly. Minutes passed as we stayed in the same position until he started tickling me.

"LUKE, STOP IT!" I laughed.

"NO!" He kept tickling me mercilessly.

"STOP!" I laughed harder.

He finally stopped and I tried to regain my breath. Just as I finally gained my breath, I remembered.

"SAM, STOP IT!" I laughed.

"NO!" He kept tickling me mercilessly.

"STOP!" I laughed harder.

We were sitting on the couch waiting for Papa to come home from his 3-day trip. We had no idea where he went, but he did leave us food. A LOT of food. We took it advantage of the chance to have an actual dinner.

Sam didn't stop. I was kicking and screaming, laughing and crying. I was having fun but it kind of hurt too.

"PLEASE, SAM, STOP!" I yelled, out of breath.

He stopped, and laughed. I tried to regain my breath, but I started feeling dizzy. My sides hurt from all the tickling and laughter. Dark little spots started forming in my eyes. Everything went dark and I couldn't breathe.

Eventually, I woke up in Sam's arms. Papa was home, and angry. I noticed Sam's face had a huge red slap mark on it. He was crying, hugging me tightly.

"WAKE UP ALREADY." Papa yelled.

Frightened, I jumped up and fell on the floor, out of Sam's arms.

"Samuel, get out of my sight. I'm done with you, for now." Papa grabbed Sam's hair and threw him out the living room, closing the door behind him.

Papa menacingly stared at me and walked up to me. He grabbed my hair and lifted me up. Pain shot up from my scalp to my toes. I screamed in pain. Papa yelled at me, telling me to never play around so much that I'd black out.

He dragged me to the door and opened it wide. He threw me and I hit the wall hard. I stood up, sobbing. I limped up the stairs and into my room. I passed out on my bed, still confused at why he was mad at me.

I started crying. I still don't understand why he was mad at us. We were just playing around.

I realized I was crying into Luke's shoulder.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked me.

"No. I just remembered something."

"Oh."

He rocked back and forth and hummed a song I didn't know. I eventually fell asleep.