Mackenzie lied in her bed.
She was totally drained of everything, she had been pinched and poked and had the acid pumped out of her so many times that she felt completely lifeless.
She lied there alone, her mom off to get lunch, leaving her to stare at a television that wouldn't go over volume 7.
And in that moment of boredom and loneliness, the only person she had wanted to see since she woke up walked through the door.
Their head covered by purple lilacs and red roses.
Her favorites.
Tears sprung into her eyes and everything that had once been drained out of her, that seemed gone, filled all the empty spaces to the brim with sparkling oxygen.
His long legs crossed the room and his giant, calloused hands placed the crystal vase on to her night stand.
His face looked worse than she could ever remember.
She could tell that he hadn't been drunk or high, but the look in his eyes and the droop of his eyebrows told her that he was hanging by a thread. He looked beyond exhausted, beyond grieving for her life that was almost lost.
"Hey." he said with a smile. Exhausted.
He sat down in the cold plastic chair, just like she had imagined for the passing days.
"Hey." Mackenzie said with a grin.
"How ya feelin'?" he asked, true concern peeking in his eyes.
"Well, I'm here." she said.
Although she had said this every time before when he had asked, there was some sort of distorted relief that took place on Tyler's well worn face.
"Thank God." he answered.
Mackenzie looked at the ceiling, all of the pain filtering back into her heart. Questions bubbled in her heart, most of them she realized, were selfish.
"The sad thing is," she said, on the verge of tears "I can't even die right."
He looked at her like she just committed the ultimate blasphemy, "Don't you remember what I said to you?" he asked gently, patiently.
She nodded, the lump in her throat too big to speak through.
"I meant every fucking word Mackenzie."
"Then where the fuck were you when I was self destructing?" she asked.
He stared into her eyes as his lips spoke words that she had been waiting to hear her whole life.
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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.
