Amnesia [Completed/Editing]

Chapter Four // Siara Lynn Dupont

CHAPTER FOUR // SIARA LYNN DUPONT
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“Did you find anything at Rye?” Lisa asked me, and I fought to hide the distraught expression on my face as I entered my office. 

“No,” I shook my head. “None of those kids were responsible for the massacre. It was a good guess though.” I added, and sat down in my office chair. For some reason the boy, Lux, appeared in my mind. There was something… off about him that I couldn’t pinpoint. I didn’t know whether he was innocent or not, there was a feeling in my stomach that he was hiding something purposely and was hiding it. Then again, after thinking that, I felt this overwhelming amount of guilt building inside for blaming someone who had amnesia. Though I didn’t know his full story, I knew it had to be tough, considering the fact that his two friends defended him instantly. 

“Nothing?” Lisa snapped me out of my train of thought as tears filled her eyes. “Damn, I feel terrible for not watching over Mason more. I’m such a bad–” 

“Don’t blame yourself, Lise,” I interrupted, frowning as a few of my own tears clouded my vision. “I miss him too, it’s not your fault.” A part of me wanted to blame her for his death, but I knew that it was wrong. Lisa did nothing wrong, and didn’t partake in Mason’s death, no matter how much I didn’t want to believe it. I knew my sister better than anyone in the world, and by even thinking of blaming her made me frustrated because I knew that the real killer was probably hiding, annoying everyones torment with glee. 

“I–I,” she stuttered, burying her hands in her face. “I–I should have done something, god I’m such a terrible person. You know we barely spoke? When we did it was just small talk, and I regret it more than anything. We should–should have been closer, especially after Mom killed Dad–”

I immediately stood, feeling the pain invade my system with full force. One lone tear dripped my face as I ran to her and engulfed her in a hug. “Shh, it’s not your fault. You’re not a terrible person, you out of all people should know that. Mason has become really distant since the death of our father and the imprisonment of our mother, and you shouldn’t blame yourself for that either.”

“I can’t help but feel guilty,” Lisa sobbed, crying onto my shoulder. “I miss him so much, I should have realized what I had with him until he really went away.” 

I didn’t say anything, knowing that I did I would start sobbing with Lisa. I hated crying in front of people, especially with someone as close as my sister. Someone had to be strong for her in the time of grief, and I was the only one there for her now. I felt a huge weight settle itself in my heart as I rubbed her back and whispered soothing words in her ear, knowing that my time to cry would be soon. That would happen when I am by myself, so no one can see the famous Lynn Dupont break down under pressure. I knew that I was the youngest homicide detective in the city, so everyone thought of me highly, with respect. I knew that as soon as they see my facade of being strong and unbreakable would crash and burn as soon as they saw me mourn for the death of my brother, and I didn’t want that. I worked too damn hard for my reputation to crash. 

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts once more. “Am I interrupting something?” Bona said, appearing to be stricken with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. 

Lisa pulled back, sniffing while rubbing her face with the sleeve of her sweater. “No, I was just leaving. Lynn, call me later on, I… I have to go.” She rushed off without saying another word. Bona watched her go and shut the door, as I removed my sweater and sat down in my chair, feeling the weight in my chest grow.