Second Chances for Tyler Landry

If She Were Here

"Fuck." Tyler said as he burned his thumb on the end of his blunt.

"You stupid dumbass." Marcus laughed loudly.

"Shut the hell up man; you know I haven't done this in a while." Tyler responded, flicking a burnt piece at Marcus.

"That's 'cause you pussied out, for that uh, Mackenzie chick." he chortled.

Tyler immediately started sucking in the intoxicating air of the burning plant. He wanted to forget about her and what she said to him.

"And the worst part is, she's fucking adorable! Why didn't you tap that while you had the chance?!" Marcus said with heavy, laughing eyes.

"Cause I knew she wouldn't." Tyler reasoned.

"Didya at least think about it?"

"Of course I have."

Tyler was just like any other guy. He thought about sex, alot. So, of course, he would think about banging Mackenzie. It wasn't like he didn't think she was cute, because he did. There was just something about her that seemed......unfuckable.

"She is somethin' dude. Hell, she's the reason you feel this way." Marcus said and drew in more smoke.

"What?" Tyler asked, and took an even longer drag of his blunt.

"I may not be the smartest, but I know that you're torn up over this. Everyone knows about it." Marcus said.

Tyler's vision was starting to get blurry. The last thing he remembers seeing is a mud colored ceiling.

*Dream*

"Tyler." an angelic voice called.

Tyler whipped his head around. Maria. Mandy Maria. He could've burst into tears. He hasn't seen her in so long.

"Maria." he whispered and smiled.

Maria did not smile back. In fact, her frown deepened and she gave him the parental glare that their mother used to give him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she said, exasperated.

"What are you talking about?" Tyler asked, confusion clear on his face.

"You're letting her slip away."

Maria walked into a scene; it was flowery and beautiful, but there was an eerie feeling in the air. It was cloudy as usual, but there was something changing in the scene.

Big, bold rocks stood in rounded off squares, placed firmly and unnaturally into the ground. Where the grass was oddly bloated and risen.

They were in a graveyard.

"Maria where are we?" Tyler asked, getting a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

She looked towards a group of people, huddled in black, all in different sizes. He heard the low grumbling of the holy man standing at the front of the crowd as he mumbled prayers.

"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today..." he heard faintly.

"Is someone getting married, in a graveyard?" Tyler asked.

Maria shook her head and pointed to the deep brown wooden casket sitting on display next to the priest.

Tyler looked at the casket with wide eyes and then back at Maria.

Tears were streaming down her face.

Tyler slowly made his way through the crowd, no one appearing to notice his presence, and looked at the little golden plate on the outside of the dark wood.

Mackenzie Holly Lowly, 17

Tyler's hands flew to his face, instantly he started weeping like a small child. He was crying so hard that his face hurt from the struggle.

As he faded out of the dream, he could still hear the low mumbling of the man wearing the cross.

*Wakes Up*

Tyler made his way to the mirror and looked at his face.

Bloodshot eyes, face drawn of all previous color, lips chapped and a crack down the center. Hair gone of all luster it had had just hours before.

"It wasn't real." he choked out to the monster in the reflection.