Growing up in an abusive family, Y/n didn't get a good education. Her mother had left her with her abusive father, forcing her to work at the young age of 15. The scars covering her arms will always be a reminder of that horrid broken family Y/n was in. While her father was out drinking, she would clean up the house, hoping not to annoy her father when he got back home. Until a fateful day, where she was venting her pent up anger on her bedroom mirror, did her blood drip onto the broken shards...And the room soon filled with light. COVER ART NOT MINE