ADOPTED || ᵀᵖⁿ [DISCONTINUED]

🔆13🔆

The clock strikes thirteen as the soothing sound of the tweeting birds reached a sleeping female's eardrums as she stirred in her sleep.

Slowly, her eyelids opened as she gazed at her surroundings, Every bed was empty, no trace of a single cattle was found at the smoothen covers of each bed.

Her gaze was fixated on the calendar that was placed against the door frame 'November turning her gaze towards the clock above the door she thought to herself 'thirteen o clock?' while Blinking a few times the female stayed silent, before standing up in a rush.

"WHY DID NO ONE WAKE ME UP?!- ow my head hurts..."

Walking around the oak hallways of the gracefield house, Y/n cursed under her breath as she dusted off her white uniform, much to her own dismay her beloved blue coat was yet to be found.

Though, out of the ordinary, no one was acknowledging her appearance nor greeting her with the normal. 'Ohayo Y/n!' When she walked down the hall of toddlers.

"Hey, Y/n!"

A voice called out as her head rose faster than a hawk catching its prey, she was happy, yes she is because someone finally is in the right mind to talk to her.

"Hey, Don! I was wondering, why didn't anyone woke-"

The female stopped talking as the said male walked right through her, she could be compared to a ghost, a spirit lurking around the orphanage without a specific idea why.

'How did he-? Am I dead?!' The female panicked once again as she stared at the toddlers passing right through her transparent body, 'how come I didn't notice that at all?'

"So, How's Ray?"

And to that, she stopped panicking, the sudden curiosity coursing around her as she turned around in her spot, Ignoring the toddlers walking back and forth through her.

"He's locked up in the library again"

Y/n's eyes widened as she stared at the figure in front of Don, the familiar voice, the familiar [h/c] hair, and most importantly her most precious baby blue trench coat.

'Is that me?! What? How? I'm here though!' The female thought as she walked towards the duo or to put it more descriptively, she walked through the duo's body.

"Kicked you out again?"

Don spoke as he sighed and scratched his hair, annoyed by the fact how Ray is acting in the said situation.

'Kick me out? Why would he kick me out?' Y/n frowned as she turned around to face herself which also sighed to Don's comment 'am I always this ugly?'

"Yeah, anyway, what about Emma? How is she doing?"

The other 'Y/n' spoke up as the real protagonist looked at her confused 'what happened to Emma? Did she get sick or something?'

"She's outside, Phil and the others are trying to comfort her"

Don replied as he pointed towards the front door, Y/n, the real one rather went her way towards the opened door to take a peek at what Don meant by 'comfort her'

'Why comfort Emma? Did something in the plan go wrong?' The female thought as she went outside, her gaze landing on a familiar redhead.

Her yellow and orange locks were disheveled, it looks like they haven't been combed for days, Her eyes held a gaze of defeat as she stared at the light blue sky.

But from her messy appearance, the only thing Y/n could notice was the...

"Y/n! Wake up!" Phil's warming voice woke the said girl from her bizarre dream.