She was just lying on her bed at home, when she realised something was wrong. Lindsay Mason didn't claim to be some kind of psychic weirdo, but she had a funny feeling then that something odd was about to happen. And not happy odd.
She was doing homework on her bed, listening to Eminem on her ipod. When the sensation came over her, she popped out her headphones and looked around. No, everything was definitely as it should be, so why did she feel so odd? Her room was as it always was- impeccably neat, with her finished homework, in a neat pile on her desk. She didn't have a computer, or a television, but she did have stacks and stacks of paper notes and musings which she often wrote down in the middle of the night. But they were all still there. Maybe she was wrong.
It was about seven o'clock on a saturday night in November, so the sky was quite dark. Lindsay looked at the clock briefly. It wasn't unusual for Reese to stay out all night, but she did sometimes wish he would tell her. She looked back down at her page, and that's when she first noticed the flashing lights.
Red, blue. Red, blue.
Lindsay felt as if she was in slow motion as she got up off the bed. The police were always around the neighbourhood, she told herself as her heartbeat sped up. They weren't here for her, or for Reese.
Except they were. They were walking towards her door. And they didn't look like they were just asking questions. Just as the doorbell wrung, Lindsay slid the chain shut, and opened the door a crack.
"Reese isn't here. I don't know where he is, but I swear he wouldn't have done it. He's kind, and he's gentle, and he's my older brother. I can vouch for his-"
The policewoman cut her off with her hand. "Lindsay Mason?" She asked. Lindsay nodded quickly. "Can we come in?"
Lindsay'd had enough experience with the police to know what was about to happen. "No." she breathed. "No, you can't. I'm sorry." And she slammed the door in the police's faces.
With a long moan, Lindsay leant against the door and crumpled to the floor. She felt her shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably, but the tears didn't come. She couldn't think straight. This couldn't be happening. Reese wouldn't leave her. He couldn't be-
"Lindsay?" The policewoman was talking gently through the letterbox. "Lindsay? I'm going to have to tell you this, even if you don't let us in. We have to."
Lindsay didn't move. She couldn't. The policewoman took a deep breath.
"Lindsay Mason, I'm sorry to have to inform you that your older brother, Reese Mason, has been murdered. Someone found him in the park earlier today. We think he died last night."
"No." Lindsay whispered again. "No!"
And that's when the tears came.