'y/n, their name was y/n' Sal thought to himself, the new kid that lived next door... surely they were at least a little normal....Right? One unfortunate day Y/N ends up in the hospital with only small memories of how she got there. The only thing she had truly remembered was that father was dead. As she processes the new trauma, can she process the old trauma of her past. She may not know a lot, but she's knows enough to at least give her neighbors her name. Her dead eyes only showing what she knew. Sorrow. ~~~~~~~ this is a story I made please don't make fun of it. none of the pictures belong to me, and the plot is my own design, please do not copy without giving me a little credit please.
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