A rewrite of my Story 'Second Chances' from my original account TheDarkTulip. It was one of my favourite stories at the time and I've just not had the desire or motivation to rewrite it but I re-read it earlier this week whilst at work and it rejuvenated my love for it, so here we go again, from the top.

If stupidity got us into this mess, then why can't it get us out?

Will Rogers

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There are people in this world who hear the word 'no' and think 'challenge accepted!'

Catherine Rye was one of those people, and she had never been ashamed of being one of those people. She thought it made her determined rather than bull headed, and instinctive instead of rash.

She had never been ashamed of that.

She was ashamed of the fact it got her, and her two closest friends, killed.

It had been another normal day; they were at the local scrapyard messing around amongst the chaos. Catherine had her skates on, and she was whirring around her makeshift skate park with delighted abandon. She'd been coming here for years, it had once belonged to a favourite uncle of hers before he had passed, and then had simply been left to rust without his loving care.

This uncle had given her a love for cars, and a love for Transformers as well as her love for mischief. Over time, she had crafted a larger and larger skate park for herself. Without her uncle there to weld it for her, or help her keep it safe, things had become more dangerous.

She hadn't noticed however, too pumped by the adrenaline piling through her as she flew through the air with ease, jumping over obstacles and gliding along the smooth metal tracks. She was coming to the newest part of her track, it loped over a car her friends were sat in and under several teetering stacks around them.

When she tripped on a bad weld and hit the metal face first, she gasped and swore as she bit her tongue.

When her friends leapt from the car to scramble up and see if she was okay, she laughed it off and dribbled blood like it was fashion.

When they balked but laughed despite it, she missed the creaking above her.

When she pulled faces and made stupid noises, she missed the shadows suddenly growing over them.

When the car fell, she missed watching her friends die alongside her.

When the dust stilled, she missed the silence that followed.