F*CK I DROPPED IT

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Flashing lights, the dark, and then opening your eyes again, squinting as the light blinded you again. That wasn't deaths light though, it was birth. It was going into a new world, remembering your old one. Well, then again, you had no idea why you remembered it. Maybe it was for plot?

You shook your head. It wasn't like you were a main character. Why should you have the interesting plot? Shouldn't it be Emma? Then again, all she remembers, or knows is the orphanage.

Soon though. Soon she'll know.

As you grabbed a red marker to cross off another day on the calendar, Phil ran up to you, watching as you did so. "What are you doing that for Y/N?" He asked.

Connie looked over, hugging her bunny close. She smiled. "I bet it's a countdown until the day someone adopts her!"

"Actually, that is incorrect," you grinned, flicking her lightly her on the forehead. She giggled lightly, as you began explaining. "It's for the day I finally stop crying when someone leaves. I've cried like a baby every single time. And I'm 11!"

"That's okay Y/N!" Connie smiled. "But if you care about it that much, you better not cry when I leave!"

You smiled just as brightly. "I'll do my best!"

And that's what you'd been doing. You'd been doing your best the past 11 years. As a young child, you flinched around Isabella all the time. You knew she was a danger to you, you knew she'd lead you to danger, you knew she was deceiving. But you had to trust her, like everyone else.

So every second of your life was a lie. The calendar thing was a lie, a simple coverup of the truth. You weren't going to cry the day Connie was shipped, you would make sure of it, to back up your lie. But you actually had the calendar to wait till she died. Because the day Connie was shipped out was the day Emma and Norman would find out. That was the day they would start the story.

It wasn't your story but you'd do your best to survive it.