A fanfiction series.
WARNING: THIS IS A MATURE FANFICTION SERIES. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE SENSITIVE TOPICS!
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Also as of 5/22/19 I've edited this story line from it's original to make more sense...
                     🎲Chapter 1🎲  
(Y/n) (l/n)
You were born in 7/7/2001which made you about 17.
Living in a more rundown part of town in Inkwell isle you lived with your mom,
You did have a dad at one point in your life, but that all was a mystery and your mom didn't like talking about him much. All you really knew was that he was a handsome man and looked very similar to you, but you're the better of the two. She would mention that he was cold hearted being and had would of rather died on the way to her delivery than have to raise you.

In a small apartment complex, your mom had to work two jobs just to keep food on the table and a roof over your head and don't forget child support and other things. so you didn't really see her in the day time and only dinner time was when you two talked to eachother. It was after 7:00 at night when she had to go to her night job that she was more ashamed of than being in this apartment.
An exotic dancer...or a stripper and even sometimes she was on the street to get a little more when she'd get out early. Men and women would pull up and y'all know what would  happen next.
She didn't really tell you about the second job either, but you knew what she was doing and it saddened you greatly.

Being old enough for a job, you also work at a local grocery store.
After school sometimes and on weekends.
And school....oh geez...
It's like society just mocks you for bring poor.
You were kicked out of (football/soccer/softball) because you didn't meet the deadline for late fees and couldn't make every game.
Your friends try to help out, but their efforts aren't enough.

Like today...
It was when you were having the worst day in your life.
Finding you were failing almost every class...your friends were nowhere to be found and nobody helped you when you fell down the stairs and sprained your ankle.
And on your way home you had walked or limped almost two miles to get home because you missed the bus.

It was when you got home for dinner things got worst.
You called out for your mother when you walked in the door.
But when you did, there was no answer.
You searched for you mother in the drafty apartment hoping she was around and alright.
When you got to her room, it was open and she was inside.
"Mom?!" You cried, when you saw her body almost lifeless on her floor.
"...(Y/n)..."
"Mom, are you okay?!" You came to her side and hastily craddled her.
"(Y/n).."
"Mom what happened?!"
She didn't answer, looking tired ans weak. You called an ambulance and they took her to the hospital.