The reader is a girl who's stuck in JJBA. She's now in a male body. She knows the story, and an angel is willing to help her. The angel will tell her what's going on.
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Y/n POV
As I was sipping my favorite coffee in a small cafe shop, I got a text from my mother. Her message said she wanted to be a better mother even though she was a bad mother.
I wondered what she wanted now. I looked at the text and saw my mother saying she wanted to fix our relationship after everything we been through.
However, I wasn't willing to give her another chance, so I blocked her and ignored her.
I left the cafe and walked back home, where my dad was waiting for me. My step mother welcomed me warmly like a daughter.
"Look, I want to tell you something." My step mother said softly.
"Okay... What is it?" I asked, taking off my headphones.
"We're expecting to have kids," she said, with a happy tone.
I looked so confused. I thought it must be a prank because we always liked to prank each other.
Then my dad came into the room.
"I know you're not ready to be an older sibling because of that...." My dad said, stopping himself from saying anything further that might hurt me.
"Y/n!" My step mother calls out to me as I'm running away.
"Y/n please come back!" My dad pleads with me.
I quickly run to my room. I always feel safe here. I sit down on my seat, taking my breath.
My thoughts race. I feel betrayed by my own father. I thought they loved me, but they are pretending to.
I stare at my teddy bear. My thoughts take control. I hear voices. The voices tell me they don't love me and that they want to replace me with their new kid.
My thoughts rage. I grab the teddy bear and throw it against the wall.
I walk toward the stuffed bear, squeezing its neck tightly, and then throwing it to the mirror.
I stand in front of the mirror, staring with hateful eyes. The face looking back at me has tears running down my cheeks, and I can see my own reflection like my mother. I can remember her slapping me if I kept on crying.
I squeeze my hands and punch the mirror, breaking it. Because I always felt broken. I always felt like I was never whole.
I lay down on my bed, feeling tired and exhausted. It's been hours, but I'm just not in the mood to do anything.
My phone starts buzzing. I check it and see it's my best friend, who always used to comfort me when my mother was abusing me.
(I'm gonna to skip to a bit of that part of the story.)
