Second Chances for Tyler Landry

Remembering the Truth

Tyler Landry walked up the steps of Mackenzie Lowly's house, a place he hasn't been in months. He hesitated.

All of the sudden he was pulled into the unopened door.

What the fuck?!

He heard crying, sobbing more like it, upstairs. The sobs sounded so familiar that it caused him to run as fast as he could up the stairs.

Pulled through Mackenzie's bedroom door, he stopped in shock. What the hell was going on? How the fuck could he go through these things and not get hurt?

Was he dead?

Was he dreaming?

No, Tyler. Your time is up. a voice spoke softly.

Just as it spoke its last word, a feeling like brain freeze shot through his skull. He clutched his head, crying out in the extremity of the pain. He felt like someone was trying to drive a screw driver into his brain.

Then, images flashed before his eyes, Mackenzie's bedroom no longer in sight.

Wailing. Mack's dead.

Rage. Mack's dead.

His soul being torn out of his body. Mack killed herself.

Being given a second chance.

Tyler's vision cleared to his surroundings as the memories set into place. He remembered, he remembered things that haven't happened.

He looked around her room in panick. He saw her then, standing in front of her dresser mirror. All he wanted to do was run up and hug her. Make sure that she was real, that she was still alive and he hadn't missed his chance.

She was crying, clutching her chest.

An orange perscription pill bottle enclosed in her small delicate hand.

"Mack!" he screamed with all the air he could muster.

Then he felt like he was being sucked into a vortex, his soul being sucked back into his body.