Some people say that when you die you see your whole life flash before your eyes.

That every single moment good and bad appears in front of you again and that you would relive your childhood and grow in your memories.

For Finn, it wasn't like that.

Because when that bullet hit all he saw was Lydia's face.  He saw her eyes and her over-sized green sweater.  He saw her furrowed eye brows and her tears dripping down her eyes as she pleaded for him to wake up.

But slowly it started to fade.

And suddenly, everything was black.

• • •

"Look! look, look," Lydia pointed with a smile on her lips as she leaned closer to Finn.  Finn turned to the object that she was pointing at. 

But when Finn turned he saw one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.  Well besides Lydia of course.  There in the distance was the sun seeping into the mountains as it pulled all of the light along with it. 

The sun slowly fell as beautiful  colors formed around it.  The colors dripped like a saturated sunset as the colors  blended and dripped into one another.  The golden orbs that once filled the sky slowly dimmed as the yellow that was once there turned to a light pink that formed quickly into a dark purple that reminded Finn of a grape. 

A grape that tasted so fruity between his lips.

That beautiful grape color quickly diminished as it turned into a dark blue.  Twinkling stars shone through the night as the pale present moon took its place.

Finn had never sat and actually watched the sunset before.  He never knew why, he just never thought to actually watch it.  "I watch this almost every night," Lydia whispered still staring at the sky.

Finn didn't know what to say.  He was utterly speechless, something he found himself when he was around Lydia often.  It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

"It's beautiful," Finn whispered still staring at the beautiful night above.

Lydia turned to Finn with a small smile.  She leaned closer to Finn as she slowly grasped Finn's hand gently before she whispered in his ear.  "I'll teach you to be happy, Finn."

Finn turned to Lydia with a frown and furrowed eyes.  But Lydia just stared at him before smiling as a tear slowly trickled down her cheek. 

"I promise."

• • •

"Finn wake up! Come on, Finn wake up!" Lydia yelled her forehead pressed securely on Finn's, sobbing as if he could hear her.  Tears streamed down her face as the blood on her hands seemed to seep into her skin as she held Finn's face tightly.

She couldn't lose him.  She had almost lost him last time and she wasn't about to lose him for real.  Because to be entirely honest, Lydia couldn't bear life without Finn.  He was her best friend: the person that knew her the most.  The person she trusted with everything in her.  The only person in the world she could tell anything to without the fear of judgment looming over her shoulders.

Lydia's phone was covered in Finn's blood as well from when she called in a panic trying so desperately to get someone to help her, to help him.

"No, no, no, no, no please don't leave me.  Finn I can't lose you." Lydia sobbed into Finn's blood soaked shirt as his pulse started to slow and his eyes still tightly shut.

"You told me forever, y-you told me f-forever." Lydia's gasps causing her to stutter as she clinged to Finn like a life line.  His skin was turning paler by the minutes and as the sirens of the ambulance blared through the windows Lydia sat, tears streaming down her face, uttering once last thing to Finn before they took him away.

"I didn't get to tell you."

• • •

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked quietly with a shaky voice that was groggy.

"Lydia I don't know what you're talking about," Finn said holding the door open so she could step inside.  Lydia nodded her head before stepping in after Finn to which he shut the door gently behind her.

"Why didn't you tell me you were being abused?" Lydia suddenly asked now looking directly into Finn's eyes.

Finn was speechless he didn't think she'd ever find out.  Although she saw the cuts and bruises on his arms the day she stopped him from...well.  

Lydia hadn't mentioned anything about it making Finn think that she had just not noticed it while being overwhelmed with the thought that her best friend tried to kill himself.

"I was going too..." Finn started but quickly realized that that was a lie on its own.  Lydia shook her head frantically before opening her mouth to speak.

"How could I have not known.  I mean the cuts and bruises on your arms I thought you had done to yourself, but then I realized that you would never intently hurt yourself with a blade because your irrational fear of knives." Lydia stated as Finn nodded knowing he'd never come near himself with a blade.

"And I wondered how you could've punched yourself because that just seemed quite bizarre." Lydia paused with a confused expression etched on her face.  "But then I remembered that you once told me that when you're mother and sister died your father was never the same, I didn't know what that meant until now."

"Lydia, I'm sorry."

• • •

"Ma'am can you please explain to me what happened here?" The police officer looked at Lydia like a wounded puppy and to be totally honest she looked like one.

Her eyes were red shot, swelling in tears, her hair was slightly messy and tangled, she was shaking more than usual, and dried streaks of tears glistened her cheeks.

"I-I-" Lydia stuttered not able to form words as she watched her best friend be carried into an ambulance.  His lifeless body lay still on the bed, blood pouring out of the side of his shirt, staining the bed beneath him.  "I need to go with him."

"Ma'am I'm going to need you to calm down and tell me what happened."  He gently grabbed Lydia's arm preventing her from following after Finn.

Lydia's eyes shot to him in shock still blurry with tears.  She couldn't see and she felt like she was going to pass out.  Lydia was ninety nine percent sure she looked utterly crazy with blood covering her hands and shirt, but she didn't care. 

She had to know if he was okay.

"Please, I have to make sure he's okay." Lydia pleaded the man looking at her with pure sympathy.

"Ma'am, we're doing the best we can to get him to the hospital safely and quickly, but for me to really understand the situation I'm going to need you to tell me what happened."

"He shot him!" Lydia pointed at Finn's unconscious father laying on the ground looking more lifeless than Finn's body in the ambulance.  "H-he was drunk." Lydia stuttered, frantically pointing at Finn's father, anger boiling in her veins.

"Do you think it was an accident."  Lydia shook her held dramatically, saliva piling in the back of her throat.  Lydia felt like she was choking on air and she couldn't stop it anymore.

"No, it was not an accident.  I saw the whole thing.  He shot him!" Lydia yelled, the tears starting to roll down her face again, leaving a trail of mascara ink in it's wake.

And that's when it really hit Lydia. He shot him. Finn's father actually shot his own son. He put a bullet in the side of Finn's body and might have even killed him.

He shot Finn.

"Please, just please help him." Lydia pleaded, staring at Finn's lifeless body as the ambulance car doors were closed and the car sped off into the distance.  Leaving Lydia bloody and crying on the side of the street, wondering if she'd ever see him again.

• • •

Finn's head was throbbing and he didn't know if it was because of the many cups of beer, the bright flashing lights, or the loud blaring music, but he never wanted this to end.  Finn and Lydia went on spinning and twirling with pure bliss in their eyes. And with pink stained cheeks and a smiles that started to hurt Finn's cheekbones.

But suddenly Lydia stopped. She stared into Finn's eyes with tequila laced in her irises and her lips puckered as the blue tint from her tongue spread into the opening of her pink lips.

The world seemed to blur around Finn and the music began to soften or maybe Finn just seemed to tune it out. Because suddenly her lips were on his and it was pure lust. Her lips were soft and silky and tasted of strawberry lemonade while she reached on her tip toes to meet Finn's height. The moment passed in what seemed like seconds but somehow it also seemed like time slowed and Finn didn't know how.

Finn knew they wouldn't remember the next morning but as long as he could, he would try. He would live in that moment until it was ripped from his mind relentlessly. Because Finn was afraid he would never feel that tingly sensation that erupted in his lips and traveled through his veins ever again.

• • •

Lydia rushed through the doors of the local hospital. Her mascara was still stained on her face, her eyes still red with tears, and dried blood still covering her shirt and hands as she dashed for the front desk yelling out Finn's name.

"Where is he?" Lydia asked frantically, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks once again.

Lydia had just spent over a half an hour giving a statement to the police before they carried Finn's father away in handcuffs. Lydia couldn't help, but feel relieved that he was being put away. She didn't want Finn living with that man any longer and she was glad he could never hurt him again. But it was too late. He had already hurt Finn. He had hurt him beyond repair.

Lydia's only hope was that he survived this. Finn deserved to live; He deserved to live life to the fullest without the fear of his father in the back of his mind. He deserved to be happy and if he woke up, Lydia was determined to make him see that, once and for all.

"Ma'am, he just went into surgery. I'm going to need you to calm down. Are you hurt?" The tall blonde receptionist asked, concern clouding her eyes.

"I'm fine, I need to know if he's going to be okay." Lydia snapped, her patients running thin.

"He's in critical condition, the doctors won't know until after surgery." She glanced down at Lydia's bloody shirt before sighing.

"Honey, you should go home and change, get some rest. The doctors will call your home after the surgery. Are you his sister?" Lydia wanted to roll her eyes. All she wanted to know is if Finn was going to make it, she didn't care about her damn shirt.

Lydia sighed before taking a seat next to the desk, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. Her foot tapped on the ground in anxiousness as she waited to hear the fate of the closest person to her in her entire life.

• • •

Lydia laughed in delight as she danced in the rain in front of Finn. Finn smiled as she twirled, flicking water around her.

And as the night went on Lydia decided to sit next to Finn on the cold and muddy ground. Sleep overcame her as she leant her soaked hair on Finn's shoulder with a grin. Flecks of brown spiraled on Lydia's face going from her cheeks to her nose. Her freckles glistened in the rain matching the specs of gold that shimmered in her iris's.

"Promise me that we'll always be together." Lydia spoke in a soft voice as the rain poured around them.

Finn's fingers gripped Lydia's small hand as the wet clothes around her arm clung to her skin. Finn looked into Lydia turquoise eyes with a smile that said it all.

Because Finn knew that although Lydia was his rock and that every time he felt like he wanted to end it all that she would be there to pick up the broken pieces of his past.

But Finn realized Lydia was human too. And he would always be there to hold her when she's crying, or laugh with her when she's happy.

"I promise."