New Princess (Dante x Reader)

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   The moment I woke up, I jerked; the IV painfully pulling out of my arm and setting many machines to their high pitched wailing, much alike a spoiled brat who didn't have their way. Nurses rushed in and saw me writhing in pain, clamping my hands over my ears, and at the same time noticed that my heart rate was steadily climbing past 110 bpm. They took to trying to calm me down, I heard various things being called, but I couldn't tell where Dante was, and that sent me further into a panic. Where's Dante? Is he safe? Is he alive? My thoughts spiraled further and further into a dark place until I was given a sedative, abruptly stopping all thoughts and knocking me unconscious promptly.

"(Y/N)?" I heard my name bounce around in my head like never ending bouncing ball until the sound faded. My name was repeated, and it echoed less, making me groan a little from the bright light I found as I opened my eyes. My name was said one more time and Dante came into focus, his normally easygoing face filled with creases of worry and stress. I smiled at him blearily, blinking a few times before wetting my lips and opening my mouth.

"Hi..." was all I got out as he hugged me around the shoulders, my arms pinned down to the bed by velcro straps to make sure I didn't hurt myself or flail about like I did last time. I snuggled into the crook of his neck as his arms wrapped around me to hold me more. I felt tears from both of us running down our faces as he pulled away and touched our foreheads together, and I smiled a little more, and he kept apologizing, which I found weird, I couldn't speak and stop him, so he kept apologizing; the whole thing made me feel terrible, I just sighed shakily and heard the door squeak as someone came in. I looked up and there were our children, all looking terribly weighed down until they saw me. They all looked at each other and motioned for... Natalie, to go first; I guessed it was Natalie today by the way she was dressed.

After they had all talked to me, I was tired, if I was being honest. Apparently Nicole decided to break a few bones after I knocked out, and I had fallen into a coma for two months, Dante falling into one a week before I woke up, but with a quick check up was released a few hours before me. I wanted to kill Nicole. She made me miss so many years of my life and was generally a... a vindictive bitch, so I at least wanted payback. I sighed, and my mind began whirring with worry and anxiety about what had happened at the hotel, at the school, were the kids bullied because their mom fell not a coma? There were so many thoughts that I felt dizzy. "Hey. Quit worrying and focus on us." I blinked at the voice in my head as I realized it was Dante again. The nurse came to usher them out so they could get me to physical therapy, just for a general look over, and I realized that Dante had a tattoo just above his collarbone, a barely there diamond, it almost looked like a faded scar or birthmark. I shrugged it off and tried to focus on staying in my seat this time. I was told I'd have to go through a full round of physical therapy for a few months, but it would be light, not incredibly rehabilitating as the therapy from my five year coma.

It's now been a few years, and I have a mostly normal life now. I work two jobs, as Dante is now in the military and while that does give us money, it's not in line with our bills, so I pull my weight and he pulls his. Natalie is in college now, she's also decided she's most comfortable as a girl, and therefore got the proper surgeries and such to help her feel completely at ease after talking with people about it for a year and a half, Winter is married to her high school sweetheart and now has a kid and a half, and Jackson... I don't know where in the world he is. He's a globetrotting photographer, so yes, we do keep in touch, but it's hard to remember where he is, I just know he calls me once a week at most, once a month at the least, and he assures me he's not dead from photographing a venomous snake or something else. Overall, yeah, my life turned out pretty stable. Last I heard, Karen- ahem, Nicole, works at a McDonald's, divorced, and with no visitation. Dante kept up with her for me so I could pettily feel better than her.

So, yeah.That's my life. Hope it entertains everyone who reads it, because the story is ending soon. Hurricane Dorian is coming, I didn't leave, stupidly, and everyone else has. No water, no food, and no way out is leaving me with little options. I know everyone else is safe because they don't live on the east coast. I'm hoping the metal box I am putting this journal in survives the storm, because I'm right on the tip of Florida, and my house has water in it up to the ceiling of the second floor and is rising. My attic has provided cover for now, and I know it won't last. If someone finds this, send it to Macaroon Lane, 4565, Reno, Nevada. Natalie, please send this to your siblings and father as it contains the will as well. I love you all, goodbye."

"And that's what she's left us?" My dad, Dante, asked with tears in his eyes as the lawyer nods in sympathy.

"We can do a will reading at a later date, I just thought you would all like to be together when you heard this." Everyone was barely holding themselves together, and the moment the lawyer was gone, Winter sniffled and choked a sob, opening everyone's floodgates we all mourned our mother, apparently a month after her death, the doctors said once all of the bodies were recovered from the wreckage the Category 5 Hurricane Dorian left in its wake. I bit my lip as we all mourned together, suddenly grateful we had decided a three month long family get together was in order. We all knew we weren't going to get over her in three months, but being together for this was vital.

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Hate to spring this on you all, but that's the end. There's going to be three epilogues, one for each perspective left, and this is the happiest I could make the ending, to give you all an idea of my original plan. See y'all soon, bye!