Yellow (Frankiana Version)

Eighteen

(Trigger warning: Violence and Abuse) 

Diana crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited by baggage claim. Her plane had just landed. She was exhausted. No, she was more than exhausted. She hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep, though. Her mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of Franki.

Second degree murder.

At first, Diana had thought the idea was utterly ridiculous. But she knew she needed to do this. There were too many unanswered questions and maybe by taking a trip back into Franki's past she could figure out what was going on.

Eventually she caught sight of her bag, throwing it over her shoulder and jogging out the large glass doors. It was then that she realized she had no clue where the hell she was going.

Still, Diana was ignoring her feelings about the whole situation. She had a one track mind. She needed to find out what had happened to Franki. She needed answers to these questions.

She hailed a cab, sliding into the backseat and giving the driver the address of her old house. If she remembered correctly, Franki had only lived a few streets over from her.

Her head rested against the window as they drove, giving her time to replay the entire events prior in her head. The sound of Franki screaming out her name wouldn't leave her mind, and Diana hadn't realized how painful it would feel.

Those officers... they didn't know how to treat Franki. She was Franki. Truthfully, only Diana truly knew how Franki thought, how her brain worked. She winced at the thought of Franki being alone with all those strangers. Suddenly, a house caught her eye. She knew the owner. Sydney. One of Franki's former cheerleader friends.

A rush decision pushed Diana to stop the cab, thanking the man and handing him a wad of bills, not bothering to count. She waited for him to drive away before turning and facing the house.

Moments later, she found herself on the porch, knocking gently on the door. She bit her lip when she heard footsteps approaching, and the door opened slowly to reveal an older version of the girl she had once known in high school. In pajamas.

Shit. Diana quickly checked the time, only to realize it was barley past 8 in the morning on a Saturday.

"Diana?" the girl sounded confused.

"Uh, hi," Diana took a deep breath. Why was she still intimidated? They were out of high school, popularity didn't exist.

"Diana the lesbian?"

Oh god. Diana clenched her fists and chose to ignore the comment. "Can we... talk? It's about Franki."

She saw the girl's face drop and grew concerned. Sydney placed the small dog in her arms on the ground and stepped aside, opening the door and allowing Diana to come inside.

"M'sorry about the whole lesbian comment," Sydney laughed nervously. Diana just shrugged it off, standing awkwardly in the foyer of the large house and looking around. Sydney's parents had always been filthy rich.

"We can go sit in the living room," the blonde motioned for Diana to follow her down the hall, leading her into a large room lined with windows. It was so clean that Diana was afraid to touch anything. She sat down on the edge of a black leather couch, running a hand through her hair nervously.

"Do you want water or something? We have lemonade, too, and tea, if you l-," Sydney started, but Diana quickly interrupted.

"I'm fine, I just..." Diana shook her head. Sydney sat down, nodding for her to go on. "What do you know about Franki?"