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Before Reading this imagine book, understand that not all imagines our mine, I take from tumblr and post it here and give credits to the owner and give the link to their imagine so y...
Hello, people who still can stand my shitty book! What a beautiful day! ♡ I'm back from being dead. Lucifer summoned me from death. Blame Luci, not me. And also, yes. We're in the level where we call each other by nicknames.
Happy new year! Another shitty year is in your way! . . Sorry, sometimes I forget y'all actually have decent lives. Anyways, I'm sorry for being dead. I'm actually editing my book. Trying to remove imagines of others and writing them myself, mostly. I know I suck, but bear with me. Leave any ideas if y'all want me to write it! I don't take requests, but I will, if I like the idea! ♡ see you in an eternity! Also a warning, this imagine might contain some sensitive parts, read at your own risk. Peace, cornflakes! 🤞🏻🤞🏼🤞🏽🤞🏾🤞🏿
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His powerfully built fist slammed into her fragile face. You'd anticipate someone who got hit so much would be very strong by now, but no, she just got weaker and weaker.
Harry, the boy next door, fixing his motorcycle heard a scream, petrified and frail. He knew that scream too well. It was [Y/N].
→ [Y/N] ←
[Y/N], a 17-year-old girl, living with her uncle. She will run. Eventually. Howbeit, now she was stuck. In the mornings he was controllable, but now, it had gone too far. To the point that even in the mornings [Y/N] got abused. She was all alone in this world. She had her supportive mother. Although, not anymore. Her mother was black and killed. She lived in a world that got her killed only for her skin color. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time and that got her killed. If they had to choose a person to shoot first, they'd always choose her. And they did. [Y/N]'s innocent, pure, and lovable mother passed away relieved with her last thought that her daughter got her father's white skin. So her life would always matter. Yes, all lives matter, but their lives would always matter more. If all lives mattered, [Y/N]'s mother wouldn't get shot just for running to her 4-year-old daughter. The cops weren't even there for her. They were there searching for a criminal. [Y/N]'s mother heard the emergency alarm too late, but when she heard it and ran to protect her daughter, she got shot. Why would you shoot a 36-year-old black woman running to her little kid when you were searching for a 6′ 4, brawny, and solid man? She was killed for no reason, but did she find justice? No, she was black, so it wasn't that important. When activists pointed that she was only killed for her race, heads were shaken, "When a cop says freeze, everyone has to freeze! It wasn't for her skin color, but her movement." She was a mother, point any place on the globe that has mothers that actually freeze and leave their child unprotected with a possibility of a criminal right next to them.
[Y/N]'s father was a white man, who died when [Y/N] was only 15. Her irresponsible uncle had to take her in. Her father's family was a wreck. They were abusive and controlling. To the point that [Y/N]'s father ran away only when he was 13, where he met the love of his life. [Y/N]'s mother. God knows how her parents would react if they were here to see how their glorious [Y/N] was doing now.
