The Story of Fran & Y/n Bow Dagenhart

Prologue

TRIGGER WARNINGS: This goes for the whole book. Swearing, poorly written gore, dark themes, death, drug use, the game as a whole

Everything's fine. It feels like heaven. I see my parents, they look happy. They have presents for Fran and I. I wonder... It's two cats! Both so sweet and pretty. Mine as white as the purest day and Fran's as dark as the deepest night. It's Ms Solar an Mr Midnight! Our best friends... Our only friends... We are having dinner, and I see Aunt Grace too! Fran really likes her alot. 

It's Friday. Our parents are going out. Aunt Grace takes good care of us... We are having so much fun! 

It's Monday night... I'm laying in bed with Ms Solar, I can hear Fran playing with Mr Midnight in her room. But something feels real bad... A strange noise outside... I don't like it, it scares me. Suddenly, I hear something. It's mom! Screaming. I want to know what's wrong! A bright light shines from our parents' room, Fran's already peeking inside. I go closer... And closer. 

"Mom? Dad?" Fran asks. 

"Please don't"

"Mommy... Daddy?" Fran chokes out, now kneeling infront of our dead parents, blood all over the floor, their bodies cut into pieces. I can barely breathe when I see them. But I have to stay strong, for Fran. I grab her hand and drag her to her room to get our cats only to run out of the house. We look back at the house, once full of laughter but now a bloodbath. We continue to run into the forest until Fran trips over a vine.

"Fran!" I won't leave without her. No. I won't make it without her. With our parents dead, she's the only one I have left. She's my little sister, she's my light. Aunt Grace always favored Fran so therefore she wouldn't take me in without her. I go to look back only for Fran to be replaced by multiple dead animals.

"What the fuck." Those were my last words before passing out

Through my backed out state, my panic suddenly turns to solace and I immediately know why. It's Ms Solar. It has to be, this is the same feeling as when she would cuddle up to me, purring in delight on my chest while I stroke her neck endlessly. However that solace is quickly replaced with panic again.

"Y/n... please, follow my voice"

"On the count to three, you will wake up"

"One... Two... Three"

"How do you feel?"

It's the same question every time. 

"I'm fine, I guess. Just sad to see the same things..."  

"sadness is something everyone had within..." Doctor Deern replies.

"I want to go home, where's Fran?" I interfere. We normally have our sessions together. Doctor Deern glares at me, I swear that old sack of bones has something against me.

 "You can't go home, you have to get well."

"We are well, everything we've said is the truth!" I chose to ignore his total ignorance towards my query about my sisters whereabouts. Everyone treats me like a psychopath in this place, Fran not so much because she's younger and children have 'creative minds that are easily influenced by elders' as my old nurse stated. The bitch dropped dead merely a week later. Serves her right.

"Either way we need to find our cats."

"Your cats are missing; it would be impossible to get them back" Doctor Deern sighs, he's probably tired of us both saying the same things all the time. "But now, I have something, for you." he adds.

"Oh, really?" Sarcasm seethed through my words, it's probably more medication that's supposed to help our 'insanity'.

"See the desk? There's a little package there, Fran received one too. It's from Aunt Grace, take it."

I got off the bed, and made my way towards the desk, I almost froze when I saw the oh too familiar item. 

"This was mom's purse." I whisper, more to myself than to him.

"Open it, there's something inside."

I did as we were told and opened my mom's purse. Inside was a note:

"Dearest Y/n: 

Here is the purse you like so much. I thought you would like to have it.

When I was thinking about you and your sister, I remembered that you both like to Examine objects and Combine them with other things. So I hope you'll always keep this purse and give it and all the other things you find a good Use. Never forget that creativity is absolutely the greatest gift you have.

Love, Aunt Grace."

"She is worried about you both" Doctor Deern said.

"Aunt Grace? Well, another reason to let us go" I sneered, God why can't he drop dead like Nurse Matilda, or at least listen to my pleas.

"Well, don't worry about her. She is fine." Doctor Deern replied, matter-of-factly.

"Can I go to my room now?" I'm so tired of this, all this therapy is pointless. I'm nowhere near insane just troubled and confused by the terrors I've seen.

"Yes, you can leave. But before you do, it's time for your new medicine. It's called Duotine, and it will make you feel very relaxed. Fran seemed to have quite the... reaction to it. However seeming as your frontal lobe is more developed I am hoping that it'll at least work on you. Nurse, we're ready!"

"What do you mean by 'reaction' where the fuck is my sister? What happened to her?" 

Before I could get an answer a nurse walked it, wearing the same monotonous uniform as all the other nurses in this shit hole: a grey dress with a white apron on top of it. Perhaps it's better this way, if I fell into hysteria my operation would be rescheduled to a later time.

"Anything new with this one, Doctor Deern?" She asked.

"Nothing, actually. Same visions as before" he replied, a bit of disappointment evident in his voice. All that aside, I swear him and this chick are hooking up.

"Oh I see... Here, take your medicine" the nurse practically commanded.

I reluctantly made my way over to the doorway, where the nurse was standing, I grabbed the jar and shook a pill into the palm of my hand, this isn't the first time they've done this. No matter how doubtful I was, I still had a slither of hope that it would actually help a bit. I'm not insane like the people here claim I am. I'm a traumatized teenager who saw their parents' dead bodies. It might help ease the pain. And yet all hope slithers away when all I feel is dizzy.

"I don't feel good..." I whispered. Suddenly the nurse, door and Doctor Deern disappeared from the room which was now dripping in blood. My parents' decapitated heads and body parts started to fall from the ceiling. The putrid smell entering my nose again, why am I reliving this moment again. Someone make it stop!

"I can't do this. Not again" I muttered. The image of my parents appearing in my head daily was enough, seeing it infront of me all over again made me throw up, cry and scream.

'Why us..' 

 The room started spinning until it all went black, a swirl of red stains burnt into my head.

"Beware, Y/n Bow. If you ever leave the house of madness. I will hunt you down... Catch you...And bring you back to insanity."

"Y/n? wake up!" Ms Solar? Is that you?

"The medicine will help you escape, I know you hate it y/n but please; do it for me, do it for Fran. I'll be waiting for you in the forest. I love you..."

A/N

HOLY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO EDIT. Guess who's back guys, I hope you aren't too mad at me :'). I decided that before I continue with this book, I'll rewrite the parts i already have (Which isn't alot sorry). There's no excuse for my absence, I literally just grew out of wattpad, but I'm back again now. 'Til Next time.

~Lia

(edited on 19/07/2024)

Word count: 1311