Her cheeks were on fire, her stomach was a black hole, she could no longer feel the kicks as they had dampened from repetition.
“Why can’t you ever just let me be happy!” cried Jim.
Sarah’s arms covered her stomach but she no longer felt sensation in her arm either. She knew it was coming, he was going to keep hitting her until her body gave out again, until her consciousness would take another break.
“How did I get here…” she asked “Why did I say that to him, I should’ve just stayed quiet. Why did I say anything? He said he would stop, he cried in my lap just a couple nights ago and whimpered with waterfalls running down his cheeks that he would stop, and we were making lots of progress, so why would I test him right now when he was getting better. Why can’t I just be better for him?”
“Better for who?” whispered a soft and youthful voice.
“… I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone else was in the room” replied Sarah, “Why is it so dark in here?”
“No need to be sorry, but who do you want to be better for?” a small figure began walking closer towards Sarah.
“Oh my fiance, he’s a really smart man, he’s got a great job, he really takes care of me-” Sarah’s voice cracked, “… sorry my voice does that sometimes ever since-”
“Ever since, what?”
“It was nothing…”
“Well sorry if I’m being intrusive, but I’d like to know exactly what this ‘nothing’.”
“Well if you really want to know…. This one time, we were having lots of fun in bed and hitting each other with pillows and I accidentally got Jim in the eye with one of the corners of the pillow. He complained that it stung and said that I needed to be more serious and not to play around so much and-” said Sarah.
“And..?” asked the voice.
“Are you sure I’m not boring you? Cuz it feels like I’m boring you and I can understand if you just want to go somewhere else- Where exactly are we?” said Sarah.
“Please continue, I want to hear the rest of the story.” said the voice.
“You do? Okay, well if you’d like you can come a little closer-” said Sarah.
“No, I’m fine over here.” said the voice.
“Really? Because I can’t even see you, you feel like you’re really far away” said Sarah.
“No, I’m right here next to you, it’s just dark here.” reassured the voice, “Now, back to the story please.”
“Okay well, I hit him with a pillow and one of the corners got him in the eye. Usually I would immediately say ‘sorry’ but something came over me and I just started laughing uncontrollably. I honestly don’t know what came over me because I knew my laughter was getting to him and I really wanted to feel sorry, but I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t stop laughing. And then-” Sarah’s voice cracked.
“And then?” said the voice, still soft but heavier.
“And then… and then I just felt the hot iron grip on my throat, and the wall crushing my back. I could feel myself drowning in the middle of the air, his face red with fire.” said Sarah.
“‘Stop making fun of me! I hate when people make fun of me!!’” paused Sarah realizing she was yelling and forgot she was still talking to the voice in the room, she lowered her voice almost to a whisper “Honestly it was my fault though, I shouldn’t have laughed at him, I should’ve known how he’d react, he had a really bad childhood and he got bullied in school-”
“I see…” said the voice.
“Oh I’m sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself, how rude, my name is-” started Sarah.
“Sarah” replied the voice.
“-yes, how did you know my name?” responded Sarah, “Have we met before?”
“No. This is the first time, and the last time we will ever meet.” replied the voice more seriously.
“What do you mean by that, who are you and when are they going to turn the lights on because I still can’t see a thing? Where’s Jim? He was just here a moment ago.” Sarah asked looking around the pitch black space.
“I don’t have a name, but you can call me ‘Second Chance,’ okay.” said the voice, still soft but very serious now, “That’s my job, I give second chances, and while I really want to give you one, I’m sorry I just can’t, it would be a waste, so I’ll leave you be.”
“What? What did you mean by that?” said Sarah.
“Hello?” she cried softly at first, then louder and louder she cried her cries became, until she was screaming at the top of her lungs, “Where did you go, where is my Jim? Where am I? Someone help me!” but it was of no use, she knew she was all alone in this pitch black room and her screams fell on Death’s ears.