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Expanding on the news of Aly's death, I have a more in-depth detail of the situation. I won't get too graphic, but I won't be mincing words either, so consider this optional reading.
Thursday afternoon, sometime before 18h00, I woke up (I'm adjusting my schedule back from a diurnal one to match Kristy's nocturnal work hours) and headed downstairs. Aly greeted me in the living room and asked if I wanted to play some Super Smash Bros. with her, to which I responded that I would, but after I grabbed a little something for breakfast. When I got back from the kitchen, she'd gone into her room, which is adjacent to the living room and separated from it by a temporary wall (basically, a plywood construct she built that slid into the arch between the rooms.) She was generally a private person, so I thought nothing of it, even when after I finished eating, she hadn't returned. I knocked on the door, but heard nothing but muffled mumbling, which indicated to me at the time that she had decided to get some sleep instead, so I went upstairs to my studio and thought nothing more of it. Another housemate, jadedfox, arrived home from work at approximately 19h00 and sat in the living room as usual, and didn't hear anything at all from that room and assumed as we had that Aly was sleeping.
At about 02h30, krdbuni (my spouse, Kristy) and tyrc (another housemate, Tanya) were preparing to head to their night jobs. Aly had planned to accompany Tanya, intending to take over that paper route as a replacement for having left her job at the Giant Food Store. We banged on her door, but got no response, which we took to mean that she'd utterly passed out. It was not a not uncommon act for her to drink heavily and then sleep hard, so again we thought nothing much of it, though it was noted that if we didn't hear from her in a few more hours, there'd be cause for concern.
At about 09h30, Kristy and I realized that we had in fact not heard from Aly and she certainly hadn't left her room, so we made another attempt to rouse her, banging loudly on her door and shouting to her. When that didn't work, we tried the door and found it locked, which most certainly was unusual and suggested that something more was amiss, so we elected to force entry. At this point, I had a guess about what might have gone on. We pushed on the temporary wall (quite some effort since her couch/bed was on that wall, thus with her on it) until I could squeeze in.
I found her on one end of the couch, slumped back in the corner of it, and from the visual appearance of her skin, she'd been dead for some time. She wore only a t-shirt over her breastforms (false breasts) and her panties were down at her feet. She had a shirt covering her head, tied by the long sleeves around her neck. (I later learned that there was indeed a plastic bag underneath that.) Aside from her position and condition, nothing else was unusual within the room that I saw immediately. I unlocked the door form the inside and exited, letting Kristy in as I did. We immediately called emergency services so they could send police.
We explained the situation to the officer who arrived quickly, and then the detective who showed up a few minutes after that. They investigated her room while we waited upstairs in our room, and then after her body had been removed we went back in there to take a closer look and see if anything was amiss. She hadn't left any sort of suicide note that we could find, and the state of her IRC and web sessions was pretty much usual for her. It very much looked as though she had just made the snap decision to go through with it right then, no preamble or anything, although by the looks of how she'd gone about it, it definitely wasn't an accident of auto-erotic asphyxiation. (We're waiting to hear back from her father when he hears the results fo the toxicology report to find out if she'd been under the influence of any drugs.)
After contacting Aly's father and other folks who needed to know immediately, we decided that it would be a good time to get out of the house, so I get myself together and we went to lunch, fairly numb from everything. I was pretty wiped out by then, and even more so by the time we got back home; before I could get to bed, I'd been up for close to twenty-four hours.
Right now, I'm really just trying to not think about it too deeply, though anyone can imagine the tangle of throughts that are going on, the questions unanswered. A few weeks ago, Aly and I had talked about her severe depression and how she felt as though she lacked purpose and reason to exist, and while there was the mention of suicide, it was in the context of being something she wouldn't do because that wasn't her way. Then, when she finally quit her job at Giant and resolved to move forward on her transition, the impression was that she already felt much better for that, a sort of grim determination to make it all work. Her suicide is a genuine and most unpleasant surprise.
I won't go on too long about how I've felt about all this, because I can't really explain it, I lack the words other than to say that I'm strangely detached. Even if I ignore the personal angle and focus on the added stresses of how this impacts our financial situation, the work we'll have to do in handling the stuff in her room, all of that... I still don't really get much of a reaction. I don't know if it'll take a couple days, or if this is just how I handle things (much like my father did), or if it'll come out when I help her relatives sort through her possessions, or what. Right now, though, I'm in a fairly neutral state, and thus I'm managing fairly well. Kristy also seems to be holding together. From here, Aly's family has to handle everything, so the best thing we can do is get back to what we were doing before, so I won't be dwelling on it.