The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
We'll make them pay for the things that they did
Teenagers, by My Chemical Romance
Author's Note: The Wayne family does not belong to me. Stacey and her family do.
Chapter 1: The Future
One could say that this was the most depressing day. The sky wasn't a bright blue; it was a shade of grey that showed only the darkest clouds. It was raining heavily all morning and it would probably never stop. But on this dreary morning, two families had gathered at the Gotham City Cemetery to witness the burial of someone special to them all. The gravestone read:
Here Lies Anastasia "Stacey" Lynn Lowell
Daughter, Mother, Wife, and Friend
May She Rest in Peace
The families were both quiet, mourning her death. Most deaths aren't planned out, but hers was. It really does prove that only the good die young.
After both the families left, only two stayed. A mother in her mid-50s, stared at the gravestone with tears in her eyes. She was dressed in a black dress that went all the way down to her ankles. She also wore a black veil that covered her face. She looked down at her black heels, and her knees began to wobble. Eventually she collapsed, and began to sob more and more. The man that was with her put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. He was dressed in a black suit with a tie that looked carelessly put on. He had slick black hair, and chocolate brown eyes. He was hurting just as much as she; the only difference was that he was trying to hold it in.
They were the first to arrive and the first to leave, because Stacey meant the world to both of them. And they were Lydia Lynn and Damian Wayne.