Mackenzie slammed the door of her dumpy, 2 story house. She didn't care that her younger sibling was upstairs probably asleep or that her mother would be furious if he woke up.
"Mackenzie?" her mother whisper yelled from the kitchen. Mackenzie looked up in acknowledgement of her mother.
"What are you doing home? I thought you were taking care of Tyler?" she asked.
Mackenzie got a sardonic and sad half smile on her face "Yeah, well I was relieved of my duties."
Her mother looked at her sympathetically "Mackenzie, what have I told you about him?" she said in a soft voice.
"Yeah, but he's Tyler." Mackenzie said, knowing that that explanation alone was enough.
"He's a nice boy, but he's got a lot of problems. His parents' left him." her mother said, as if that was Tyler's fault.
"Tyler didn't ask for that. That was his parents, not his fault. And Mandy Maria dying hit us all in the gut hard. I can't just leave him, Ma." Mackenzie said with a deeply said grimance.
"You just have to stay away from him." her mother said, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
But, how could Mackenzie stay away from him when she could barely breathe when she wasn't with him?
How could she leave when he had her heart?
Mackenzie didn't say anything. Something in the back of her head told her that she couldn't. It was just physically impossible.
"I can't." she said helplessly.
"Well, you're the one who's gonna end up with their feelings hurt." her mother said stubbornly and turned away from her.
Mackenzie trudged up the stairs, each one feeling like Mount Everest.
When she finally got into her bedroom, she laid on her bed and just stared up at the wall. Her mind took it as a chance to swarm her brain with buzzing thoughts.
Each one of them containing the image of Tyler and Chasity together.
She got up and stared into her vanity mirror, she forgot for a second that she had a face. That she had a body and wasn't just a pile of messy, sloppy emotions and thoughts.
The more she looked at her face, the more she wished she was someone else. That she didn't have to feel like she was losing something. Because honestly, she had absolutely nothing left to lose.
She cried a little bit and curled up on the bed that she hadn't slept on in over 3 weeks. It felt like a stranger's bed.
This wasn't where she belonged. This wasn't where she wanted, yearned to be.
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Second Chances for Tyler Landry
Teen FictionEveryone deserves a second chance. Everyone deserves a redo. Tyler Landry let his best friend Mackenzie Lowly die at her own hands. This isn't another suicide story, because this time, Tyler Landry gets a second chance.
