Second Chance

Second Chance
By Connie Alexander

Author's Note: This is my first story and I've felt the need to tell it for some time. Although based in fact, I've changed the names and given it an ending that is more hopeful. At least I hope so. All comments are welcome.

It looked like spring was finally here. The cherry blossoms were beginning to bud and the birds were frantically searching for nest making materials. Just a couple more months until school ends and then the start of making my dreams a reality.

Mom said that she'll teach me all about makeup now that the Doctor has started me on blockers and …

FAGGOT!! PERVERT!!!

"..Wha…?"

**Darkness**

Oh god …… I hurt. My head…

W-why can't I see anything? Oh yea…need to open my eyes. Head hurts too much. What happened? Did I fall? Must have landed in a puddle, I'm all wet….Oh jeez I hurt! W-why? What's wrong with me? Momma! Momma it hurts, make the hurt go away…..

**Darkness**

"Mark? Mark, can you hear me? You have to open your eyes. Come on Mark you can do it."

Who? Wha.? I didn't know where I was. Cracking my eyes, all I saw was bright painful light.

"Good boy! Stay with me now. We've got you. Just hold on, we'll be at the hospital soon."

All I could think of was the crushing weight on my chest, being really really cold and the need for sleep.

"Tell dispatch he's in tachycardia and his volume is dropping fast!"

"Hang in there Mark…..Mark?"

**Darkness**

The pain isn't so bad now. I'm so tired. Where….?

"Mark? Mark, squeeze my hand. You can do it……come on Mark, squeeze my hand."

Hmmm? Maybe….

"Good boy!"

"Where am I?" I croak.

Oh the pain is coming back and it's so hard to ….. what?

"Your in the hospital Mark. Come on, just stay with us. Hold on."

"Mark, Mark tell us who did this to you. Mark?

Why do they keep calling me Mark? "Its Megan" I whisper.

"Mark? What was that Mark?"

"He's crashing! Get the cart in here!"

**Darkness**

…In today's news, a young boy was viciously attacked by persons unknown as he was walking home from school. More at 11:00…..

Who's crying?

"Wha…" I barely whisper.

"Honey! It's mommy sweetheart. Mommy's here." She cries.

"Mamma, why are you crying?", I ask.

"Shsh…Don't you worry honey. I'm fine." She said. "How are you feeling?"

"Don't know. Weak, tired, hurt."

"Ok baby. Just rest sweetheart. Momma's here. Momma's here…….."

**Darkness**

…More on that story of the young man who was attacked yesterday. Police are investigating this as a hate crime. Although the police have no official comment at this time, sources close to the investigation tell us that there appear to be multiple witnesses that say that the attackers were yelling "homo", "faggot" and other expletives as they were beating the boy. The police have stated that they hope to make arrests soon. Meanwhile, the young boy remains in critical condition. We will continue to update you as this story develops…..

I don't want to go back. Nothing feels right. I'm not right. Momma needs me though, and I need her.

Where's momma? Oh, there she is. Is this a dream? It must be. She's sitting next to me as I sleep. What a strange dream. Everything but momma and me is all blurry. What's she saying?

"Oh my sweet baby." She cried, " I'm so sorry this happened to you. You haven't had an easy life have you baby? Nothing has been easy, but we've always had each other and we've always made our way thru the tough times. But sweetie, the doctors tell me that you are hurt so bad. So bad that everything that's you has now gone on, only your body doesn't know it yet.

Now I know different. I know that the bond we have is still there, that you're hanging on with all you got. But honey, you don't need to hang on anymore. I just want to let you know two things baby: First, Mommy will always love you, and second, it's ok, you can let go. Everything will turn out right my darling daughter. I love you, I'll always love you."

"Oh mamma, I love you too. Bye momma…"

Suddenly everything was spinning….

**Darkness**

Mmm..warm. Floating.

NOW! Pressure. NOW! Urgency. Sound! Now now now!!! Pain! Cold! Bright! Loud! Crying.

Warmth….a face….LOVE! Oh yes!

"She's beautiful Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence. What are you going to name her?"

"Megan. We're going to name her Megan"

Epilogue

…And in other news, the three men charged with the brutal beating death of Mark Willis last month have plead guilty to murder. Under this plea agreement, all three men will serve a life sentence without a possibility of parole in lieu of the State seeking the death penalty….



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