So I would give some sort of excuse as to why the name is what it is but there are none. That is seriously how the story idea came to me.

"It's not my fault."

"It's not my fault."

"The gun wasn't in my hands."

"The...I can't say that." The blonde woman sitting at the desk across from Sollux doesn't force it, she simply nods and writes something down on her paper in looping lilac script. Sollux knows her handwriting and her favorite color of pen because she writes a report back to his dad about the session every time they meet. He always reads them, they almost never make it to his father. Sollux see's this woman once a week and during they try to trudge through his inner demons. He can almost never remember the woman's name. It begins with an R he thinks, it doesn't matter really. He likes this woman. She never pushes him too hard, and if he needs to vent or just wants to sit and dwell she lets him. They talk about Aradia, Mituna, and sometimes they talk about his other dad. Today was a Dad day.

Sollux and his brother, Mituna, had both been adopted and had two gay dads. Sollux came from korea and Mituna had come from somewhere in Ontario. When Sollux had turned four, Tuna was seven, one of his dads was shot to death while walking home from going running. Ever since then he felt as if there was something that he could have done to save him, of course there wasn't anything that he could've done. It took Sollux a second to notice that he had gazing over the woman's head at the wall behind her, thinking. Finally, he brought his eyes down to meet her and saw that she was staring directly at him, a quizzical look on her face.

"What are you thinking about, Sollux?'

"That night, when we found out."

"Would you mind sharing with me?" The pen tip was poised over the paper, she was ready to write down every word that was about to spill out of his mouth.

"I remember that it was raining...Me and Mituna were watching a movie I think, dad was making some kind of sweet concoction…" The memory came rushing back to him in a feeling of warmth and the start of a migraine.

"The phone rang and it was a police officer, obviously. I don't know what he said but I do remember the sound of a pie pan hitting the floor plus the gasp of my dad. When the officer got off the phone all three of us were forced to rush to the hospital. They said that he was clinging to life."

Sollux had cast his eyes down to worn grey of his jeans where his fingers were twisting around each other quickly, if he didn't stop soon they would get rubbed raw. Quickly he drew a shaky breath and looked back at the spot behind Ms. R-something's head. "He died 20 seconds after we got into the room. I saw him stop breathing. I HEARD the last breath. The death rattle." His voice dips down to a coarse whisper, his heart hurt, his head hurt, and his eyes were starting to ache. The rest of the session was spent in silence.

Finally when the end of their time together was over he didn't say goodbye when leaving through the door she held open. "See you next week sollux. Please take sometime to yourself, relax."

Sollux was halfway down the hall when he nodded in response, she always asked him to relax and he never did. He spent most of his spare time in his dark bedroom only lit by the pale blue light of his gaming rig. Sollux jogged out of the building to the car where his dad and brother were waiting for him. "Hey Solbee." His dad greeted him with a faux happy tone. The tone kept Mituna fooled and it was just the way his dad talked these days. The car ride home would've been peaceful if not for Mituna's senseless ramblings that both Sollux and his dad nodded to and pretended to listen. They rarely ever actually listened these days, besides there wasn't much to listen to anymore now that Tuna's brain was breaking, more, and more every single day.

Finally, they turned into the driveway and Sollux was able to break away from the car to slip into his room. When he entered the room a sense of comfort began to ebb at him. The room was his safe haven, the place where he could just scream and no one would come running with a bottle of mood-stabilizers in hand. The room was a complete mess with clothes littering the floor and half empty energy drinks on every flat surface, though Sollux remembers when the room was a spotless place he also remembers why it's not anymore. He suddenly isn't in the mood to remember any more….

well. first chapter done. I have no clue if I should even continue because really no one still writes Fanfictions for Homestuck anymore.