I woke up.

I looked around me. I finally realized it wasn't real. My girlfriend woke up too and she looked at me.

"Are you okay, honey?" She asked half-asleep.

"Yeah, just had a bad dream." I got up from my bed. I looked at my alarm clock and I saw it was 8:30 AM. I begin school at 9 AM. I quickly got dressed and ran out of my house.

I arrived just on time. My classmates made quips about my late arrival but that was it.

"So, Jake, you are turning 16 in a few months, right?" Crood asked me.

"Yeah."

"Invite me, okay."

"You got it." I walked to my desk. I did my work for the day and I walked home. During my walk, I felt a strange gaze during the whole time, but I brushed it off as just being anxious.

I woke up at 7 AM this time and I had time to make a normal breakfast. I made eggs and bacon. Elizabeth got to the kitchen around 30 minutes later than me. It was a Saturday so we didn't have to go to school. We decided to watch TV all day to relax.

During the ads, Elizabeth looked at my arm.

"I've been meaning to ask for a long time but what is that tattoo on your arm?" I looked at it too.

"I... don't know." It was a strangely inverted pentagon. I didn't remember getting it, but I brushed it off as a stupid mistake I've made in the past. I and Elizabeth snuggled and we fell asleep on the couch. I woke up the next day and I made an omelet for the both of us. We ate and we were happy. Nothing could ever ruin this. We went to our bed and I braced for school.

I woke up and I looked over to where Elizabeth was sleeping. She wasn't there. I looked everywhere for her. She was gone. I looked around more and I found a note on the fridge.

-I'm sorry Jake. I'm leaving. I can't handle this happy-go-lucky life anymore. Eat properly.

Elizabeth-

My heart sank.

That day I skipped school. I fell into depression and I shut myself in. There wasn't a day where I didn't contemplate suicide. I couldn't handle it anymore. I went to the abandoned building I really liked and I put my foot off the building. I was ready to jump but I hesitated. I wasn't afraid to die, but of the thought of not having done anything with my life. That's what scared me.

"STOP!" I heard a familiar voice call out to me. It was a girl who looked really familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. She ran towards me. I stepped away from the ledge. She ran towards me and she hugged me.

"Please... Not again!" She cried out desperately.

"L... Liz?" I remembered... slowly but surely.

"How... How do you remember me?"

"How could I forget you!?"

I looked over her shoulder to see everyone from the crew on the same rooftop. Everyone was there. Everyone was there to stop my suicide. I began to tear up. I hugged Liz even more tightly.

"I'm sorry for everything, Liz." I didn't want to let go of this moment. The one happy moment I've had in a long time. But I knew it couldn't last forever.

I released Liz and walked over to our small army. Everyone from the last attack was there. It probably wasn't even a month after that attack. Angelo was there with the mafia, and the one guy I saved. Howard, Penny, and Mark were there too. Also a bunch of people I've never even met. Apparently, they were saved by Liz and now they want to contribute. This was all of the motivation I needed to organize a new attack. It was our redemption. Our saving grace. It was our second chance.