~ All he wanted was a friend. Someone who would stick around forever. On a good day he found her. A girl named Anne.
But he never expected her to be a liar, he never expected that he would do those things he did for a girl. Can his father and brother see what the two kids are doing before one of them dies because of the lies?
Warning: Character dead, Eating disorder, Drug use, Self harm. Dean 17 / Sam 14
Now...'' You were the first to say
That we were not okay
You were the first to lie
When we were not alright ''
Last to know - Three day grace.
A man sat down on the chair behind his own table. Yes, it was his table, not the table he borrowed from his co-worker moths ago. He signed tiredly and rubbed in his eyes. He really needed coffee, but it was still dark outside and the doctor had told him to lay off the coffee, so he did.
He turned around and looked outside. No one seemed to be awake. Alright, that was not true. There where more people then him awake. Two boys and there dad where awake. He knew that because the youngest had a interrogation with him. To be honest he didn't expect much of it, but if the boy says something wrong he could go to prison. Stupid right? Trowing such a young boy in a prison with rapers, murders.
But he murdered a girl! Told the voice of is co-worker in his head. That poor thing? No, he didn't believe it. His guts told him that there where wrong and his guts never lied. But the protocol told him what to do and how to do and you needed to do what the protocol told them to do. Strange.. the lets time he checked a piece of paper couldn't even talk. He frowned slightly. He really needed coffee, soon!
A older girl opened the door and stepped inside, followed by a teen. She wore a dress that didn't fit her age or figure. The man would never call someone fat, but she definitively was. Not that he cared, she was nice and still listed to him. He smiled and thanked her, before he turned to the younger boy. He was skinny, scary skinny. His eyes showed how much he had suffered. The man swallowed. The boy looked at him behind his hair. Brown hair that fell before his eyes. "Your here because you have killed someone right?" He wanted to slap himself.. who asked something like that? His girlfriend had told him that he was blunt but he never wanted to believe that. He laughed and stood up. "Sorry, lets start over. Hello kid, please sit down." He pointed to the chair that stood there. "I am Stefan The Owni, please don't say anything." He grinned at the face of the boy. "I'm the one who need to hear you story and then we look what your choices are and what mine choices are."
The boy sat down and gripped his leg with his right hand. He could feel his bone on his fingers and let immediately go. He looked slightly at Stefan. "Do you want to hear it? Because you don't sound excited." He snapped. It sounded maybe not fair but he didn't wanted to be here. His father had send him here, he pushed him the room in.. before he could run away. Stefan looked amused. The boy held his head a little to the left. If he looked at him like this he looked like his brother. The same stupid eyes, the same smile and the same look that told anyone to look out. He shook his head. Dean wasn't stupid, maybe he is now, but before he knew her he had been his hero.
"Off course Sam. If I didn't wanna hear it, I wouldn't be hear, kiddo. I would have send my co-worker. Beside he is a ass, maybe a good agent, but a seriously ass. Something between us... I hate him!" He shook his head. "Sorry that was something I didn't needed to tell. So boy please tell me something about you."
"About me?"
Stefan nodded, he know that this would be a difficult conversation. "Yes lets start with you name." He smiled when the younger boy looked at him surprised. "Sam.." A second he looked in panic before calm down again. "Winchester." He looked down at his feet. "Or Wessol or Wean or whatever name there picked for me." Sam signed. "I failed this test didn't I?"
A nod, Stefan begun to laugh. He needed to held his stomach and tears screamed past in cheeks. "Sorry.. yes you failed the test when you started to say three different names. Your daddy said you're name is Sam Winchester, not Wessol or Wean. Did he ever call you that? Or wait you're brother told me that once you needed a different name because of a murder who where after you? If thats the reason you pick three names, you still fail and would be dead if I wasn't working for the police." He winked at the boy. "Alright age?"
"Fourteen sir."
"A little young to murder someone don't you think?" Sam nodded. "I don't believe you did it, so please tell me your story, kiddo."
Sam snapped his head up and glared at Stefan. "Tell you my story?" Stefan nodded. "Why should I tell you my story if the first time I told him no one believed me! YOUR TOLD ME ALL, I KILLED HER! But I.. I.. d..didn't do it!" Sam closed his eyes. "She was the one.. I didn't..."
"What did really happen, kiddo? I will listen and believe you, promise!" Sam opened his eyes and tears shined in his eyes.
"She was the first I loved and the first to go.."
You were the first to say
That we were not okay
You were the first to lie
When we were not alright
This was my first love
She was the first to go
And when she left me for you
I was the last to know
TBC...
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