Deception| 𝙴𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛

Sasha's Death

Content warning: Mention of suicide, Describes graphic scenes.

Please please don't read if you're easily triggered thank you.

[Play call me by Gigi masin ]

The scent of something stale—wrong hit you before your eyes even fully registered  what was in front of you. The bag in your hand slipped from your grip, landing on the floor with a soft thud as everything inside you went silent.

Sasha.

Hanging.

A noose tight around her neck, her body suspended in a way that felt unnatural, impossible.

You stood in the doorway as you watched the girl that once held the brightest smile, hanging from a rope connected to the ceiling.

You couldn't breathe. couldn't move.

Your mind refused to process what you were seeing, as if standing there long enough would change it- like blinking could reset the nightmare in front of you.

Her body hung lifeless as her pink cheeks were now colorless. You could tell she wasn't dead that long because the smell in the room wasn't a strong odor.

Her coloration where the rope was turned slightly purple indicating livor mortis was starting to take affect. Which meaning she had to of been dead for more than 12 hours.

You couldn't help but think that maybe this was all in your head, but was it?

Was this real?

This couldn't be real you had to be dreaming, but if you were this was a sick dream.

Your heart pounded, a distant , muffled, drum in your chest.

No. No, no, no.

Your legs felt like stone, locked in place, refusing to move you forward. The air around you was thick, suffocating, but you couldn't pull your eyes away.

The walls began to turn blood red as you start to hear a ringing in your ears. The ringing got louder and louder as images of blood pouring down the walls started to appear vividly.

The ringing was shortly interrupted by a scream coming from behind you. You didn't have the energy to turn around and look but you knew it had to of been someone who was passing by.

Then, voices.

Heavy footsteps.

And then- him.

Your Father.

You knew the girl would call the police, but still you just stood there in the door way in shock unable to move.

Your father moved through the doorway, his unusual unreadable expression darkening the moment his sharp eyes landed on Sasha. His jaw tightened, his shoulders stiffened but he didn't hesitate. He stepped past you motioning for his team- police, forensic agents- to move in.

Your Father knew how close you and Sasha were so he knew how you were feeling deep down.

You still didn't move.

Not as they untied the noose.

Not as Sasha's body was gently lowered to the ground.

Not as reality came crashing around you like a landslide.

It wasn't until you saw her- really saw her- lying on the floor, lifeless, gone, that the ice in your veins finally cracked.

A chocked grasp tore from your throat as you ran forward her shoving past the agents, dropping to your knees besides Sasha's still body.