ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ [ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

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5 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ

Vanya walked up to the window of an antique store, looking at the comics of the Umbrella Academy, wishing she was part of the comic aswell. After a moment of debaiting whether to do what she was thinking or not. She decided and went inside, purchasing the red typewriter on the top shelf.

She brought it home and over the course of a few days, she wrote an autobiography about her time in the Academy. She wrote things that the public were never supposed to know. A chapter about each member of the Academy.

"My name is Vanya Hargreeves, and this is my story."

Y/n stood in the local library, reading the first few pages with her mouth agape.

"We were never a real family. We were our fathers creation, family in name. . . but not in fact."

"Hey, are you buying that or not?" The librarian asked. Y/n sighed and went to the counter, digging through her pockets.

"In the end, after our brother Ben had died, there was really nothing connecting us. We were just strangers living under the same room. . ."

Y/n sat at the kitchen table, over sized bottom up shirt on and hair in a messy bun, reading the book as she drank a coffee, May reading over her shoulder.

". . . destined to be alone. . ."

". . . starved for attention. . ."

May's jaw dropped as the two stood, another day, cleaning the kitchen while they read the book.

". . . damaged by our upbringing. . ."

"Oh, my god. She wrote that?" May said with a scoff, both cuddled up on the sofa as they read the book. Y/n just sighed as she shook her head.

". . . and haunted by what might have been. We all wanted to be loved by a man incapable of giving love. Our father never missed an opertunity to remind me that I was ordinary. A hard thing for a little girl to hear. If you are raised to believe nothing about you is special, if the benchmark is extraordinary, what do you do if you are not?"

Y/n leaned against the bar, reading the book as she ignoring the blaring music in the background. She had read almost the whole book apart from the chapter about herself.

"Number Eight, Y/n, was never officially adopted by our father, but everyone considered her our sister anyway, apart from Diego, I'm pretty sure they had unspoke feelings for each other and never admitted it."

"Uh, miss?" A man spoke from behind Y/n.

"Shh!" She shushed him quickly.

"She was lucky enough to have two special abilities, invisibility and Telekinesis. Although, she wasn't able to control her telekinesis as well as our father wanted. She could control little things, like making things and people float, but whenever our father tried bigger things, she ended up blowing up part of the house. I'm not sure Number Eight ever got the fact that Number Five was gone forever, then it became worse when Number Six died. I always remembered Y/n being a nice, cheery person until then. I'm pretty sure she was depressed after she had lost two people she considered brothers. Two of the only important people in her life. She grew cold, like she had very little regard for anyones emotions. Y/n had lost all hope in anything. In the end, her and Luther argued more and more until, it seemed, they hated each other, and she hardly spoke to me in the first place. . ."