𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧 || 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤

The Past (I)

After a refreshing shower, the gold bracelet was carefully reattached a few minutes later. The voice of your mother, filled with urgency, disrupted your post-shower tranquility.

"(Y/n), you need to get ready," she asserted, her tone carrying a hint of impatience.

"Why?" you questioned, a natural curiosity lacing your words.

"What do you mean by 'why'? Remember, we'll be heading to Japan next week," she reminded you, eyebrows furrowing with a touch of sternness.

Your face contorted into a frown as the unexpected news settled in. "Wait... what?"

"Don't make me repeat myself," she declared, exiting the room without providing room for further discussion.

"But I didn't agree to this!" you protested, seeking clarification. Turning her back, she faced you, a furrowed brow indicating a lack of willingness to engage further.

"Well, your dad needs to settle things from his branch in Japan; it's his decision," she responded, leaving you to grapple with the sudden upheaval of plans.

"Then let me stay here," you pleaded, locking eyes with her.

"Then what? Rebel against us again? I've had enough of this nonsense," she raised her voice, drawing the attention of onlooking maids who discreetly observed the unfolding argument.

"I need to decide for myself; I'm almost 25. Why do I need to go there in the first place? It's not as if he treats me as his biological daughter—" Your sentence was abruptly cut off as her finger pointed assertively in front of you.

"Unless you want to return to your rubbish existence with your biological father. I married him so that you may live a respectable life," she declared, leaving the maids to retreat, leaving the room as the battleground for your conflicting views.

"All I wanted was to live happily with the three of us," you revealed, tears finally escaping as the weight of the situation pressed down on you.

As you rested against the cold wall, you reached for a locket, contemplating your next move, seeking guidance from the image of your sister Lily, whose smile echoed from the past, frozen in time.

Switching to a third-person perspective, the memories of (Y/n)'s early years in Japan emerged, a stark contrast to the current turmoil. The vibrant scenes of family outings to the park brought a nostalgic warmth.

"(Y/n)! Don't run!" their mom's voice echoed during a weekend park visit, and Lily, the older sister, embraced (Y/n), leading to a playful tumble. The family's joy was palpable in a simple picnic setup, with mom and dad sharing affectionate moments.

Days later, the routine of school mornings unfolded, with mom ensuring a proper breakfast for (Y/n) and Lily. The family rituals, filled with love and laughter, painted a picture of a harmonious life.

However, the tone shifted dramatically as the memory fast-forwarded to a traumatic incident at school. The threat of a man brandishing a gun, holding Lily hostage, brought terror into the once joyful environment. Unable to call for help, (Y/n) was forced to witness the harrowing scene.

The arrival of a mysterious boy named Mikey introduced an unexpected twist. Mikey's swift intervention, kicking the robber and rescuing Lily, transformed the dire situation into a moment of relief. Yet, the aftermath revealed a bloodied knife, leaving (Y/n) in a state of shock as the reality of the incident sank in.

Carried away by Mikey, (Y/n) remained speechless, unable to express gratitude as Lily's life hung in the balance. The traumatic events had left an indelible mark on (Y/n)'s once idyllic life, steering it into uncharted and tumultuous waters.

𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑...

~Morhuii