A/N: Okay so, like a few nights ago I had this epic brain storm when I was watching Blassreiter and I just had to write it down. This general idea had been bouncing around in my head even since I came up with Tristany Sinclair and now it is finally getting published on fanfiction! Yay. In the first brain storm wave I wrote two chapters so I have no idea when chapter three will be up. And school starts tomorrow so updates will be very slow.
Chapter 1: Disaster strikes
It's always hard when you lose someone, isn't that what they always tell us, especially if you know you could have saved them if you had said or done something, anything. And the thing is your life will never be the same ever again and there's nothing you can do about it, nothing but keep moving forward until the pain is too much and you decide to end it and follow them. But until then you suffer and you can't let anyone see your pain because then they'll try to help and probably end up doing more harm than good. And you should never have to find out about your best friend's suicide from a third hand source… like I did.
Tristany Sinclair was sitting on the front steps of some apartment or other having grown tired of endlessly wandering the streets alone when she heard them. Two men, who were perhaps police officers, were walking down the street toward her, talking.
"-I heard it was pretty bad, poor kid hung herself. She was probably bullied."
"Man, kids these days have it rough, way tougher than I ever did. I wonder why they don't ever tell anyone, they have to know that there are people who want to help them." Tristany hung her head.
They don't tell anyone because they want you to see and reach out to them.
"And did you see the mother? She was so…" The man shook his head, at a loss for words.
"I know what you mean. I wanted nothing more than to help her but what could I do now?"
"We can only do our jobs and file our reports." Tristany rose from her spot on the steps and called out to the men.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me the name of the family this happened to?"
It can't be her.
She wouldn't, she couldn't.
She would have told me.
Not her, not her.
"Sure kid…" The man turned to his partner. "Chris, wasn't the family named Lewis or something?"
"I think it was Lynch."
It was her.
Tristany felt her lips quivering as the name sank in. A single tear traced its way down her cheek.
"Lea…" she whispered as her knees buckled. "Not Lea."
"You knew her?"
"My best friend." Tristany whispered then her head snapped up. "Did she make it?" The men were both silent which was answer enough. Tristany shakily stood and began to run to the hospital nearest Lea's home.
When Tristany finally reached the hospital she was out of breath and panting. She stared at the door of the hospital a moment then summoned all her courage and pushed the doors open. The room was empty except for a single nurse who, when she saw Tristany, merely lowered her head. Tristany had been to this hospital before and knew exactly where to go. Numbly she made her way to the back of the hospital where she saw her older brother, Aniki, sitting on a bench outside the morgue. At the sound of her footsteps Aniki raised his head.
"Tris." With one word Aniki had managed to convey exactly what had happened. He stood, gently grabbed his sister's hand, and led her into the morgue. It was empty except for a single table in the middle of the room. Kneeling on the floor was Lea's mother, her body racking with sobs. Tristany walked to the head of the table and slowly slid the sheet away from the face. She swallowed hard when she saw her friend's pale face and the rope burn around her neck.
"Lea." She muttered dropping the sheet. "No, this isn't right. This can't be happening!" Tristany screamed clutching at her head as her legs gave out. Aniki watched sympathetically and kneeled beside his hurting sister.
"Why? Why, God? Why Lea?" Tristany beat her fists against the white linoleum until her hands were raw and bloody. When his sister began to settle down, Aniki placed a hand on her back and started to rub small soothing circles into it.
"Why?" Tristany sniffed, the tears flowed freely now. "Why take her from us in this way?" Finally after Tristany's tears stopped flowing so freely Aniki stood and said quietly, "Come on sis, time to go home." Tristany followed without protest, too deeply in shock to fully understand what was going on.