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1998:In a hospital, Y/n stood at the doorway to her mothers room. Nothing but the sounds of beeping coming from most of the machines.
She was fourteen, when her mother died.
She looked onward, trying not to cry in front of her father, who happened to be behind her sitting down on the phone like he didn't care that his wife just died.
Y/n looked at her mother laying cold, before closing her eyes and sighing holding onto the cross laying on her chest.
Turning around to see her father, who glared heavily at her. The hospital was filled with people talking, walking and trying to help others.
The walls were white, and the floor tiles were a baby blue. Her father sat on a white bench outside of the room.
"Are you ready? Kid-" She remembered his words, he was dressed professionally, wearing a suit and tie.
Not even Y/n...Kid-
Y/n didn't say anything just nodding her head, "Come, You are going to meet some of my friends..." Her father said, looking away from her and standing up putting his hand out.
