My name is Y/N. I have deep blue eyes and long strawberry blonde hair, and I'm of average height. My dad works for a company-a company I'm forbidden to visit or even know the name of. Whenever I ask about it, he simply dismisses the question and changes the subject. My father is a wealthy man; he always gets what he wants. Always.
He mostly stays at his company building, far away from where I live. He hires a maid to look after me and sends money through the phone, but he only visits once in a while. I've spent the past few years alone, even on my birthdays. No mom, no dad to be with me-only my grandmother visits often.
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You received a call that changed everything. It was about your grandmother. A doctor from your father's company was on the line, and his tone was grave. He informed you about a specific virus circulating in the city, known as the Flare. This virus had been spreading rapidly, causing concern among the community.
The doctor explained the symptoms and urged you to take precautions, emphasizing the importance of keeping yourself and your loved ones safe. You felt a surge of anxiety as you processed the information, worried about your grandmother's health and what the future might hold.
Then you heard screaming in the background. The doctor quickly informed you that your grandmother had died from the virus. The weight of his words hit you like a brick, leaving you momentarily speechless.
Just as you were trying to process the devastating news, a much louder scream echoed in the background, amplifying your sense of dread and fear. You felt your heart race as you struggled to comprehend the unfolding chaos.
It sounded increasingly disturbing, like the deep scream you'd hear in a horror movie. After the call ended, your heart ached with a heavy sadness. You quickly rushed to call your father.
RINGS...
D
ad: y/n?
Y/n: is grandmother alive...? Please tell me she is...
There was a slight pause. He sighed before answering.
Dad: no... She died from the virus.
You broke down in tears after hearing what your father had just said.
It can't be...
You said to yourself as you broke down in tears. One of the maids approached to comfort you.
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The next day...
Alarm clock rings...
You got up from your bed, your eyes still a little red from crying. With a heavy heart, you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth, the familiar routine feeling almost surreal. Afterward, you planned to take a long bath to wash away the lingering sadness.
One of the maids knocked softly before hanging your school uniform behind the door. She then placed a tray of breakfast on your nightstand, the aroma of warm toast and fresh fruit filling the room.
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THE GLADER GIRL
FanfictionY/N lived a normal life until her grandmother died from a deadly virus known as "the Flare." Shortly after the outbreak was announced, her one and only friend went missing. Y/N's father, who worked in a corporate building, was unable to protect her...
