A story in which Y/N is Makarov's daughter.
A new journal. That marks the start of a new beginning for me. Must be something good, right? Nah. These past few months have been the most chaotic ever since my mother's death 10 years ago.
First, I found out my dog died of old age. Sure, he may have been as old as me, but he had at least a couple more years left. He was a good dog and had the fluffiest gray fur. I don't know what breed he was. For all I know, he could've been just a mongrel. A good dog nonetheless. A good comrade who I hope can rest peacefully now.
A few weeks later, I was told my father died as well. Can't say I didn't expect that considering what he did in his life, but no one is ever prepared to hear these kinds of things. He was the only relative I had left. Well... the only one I knew of, at least. Surely, if I had anyone else, they would've been there after my mother's funeral or at my dad's funeral.
Now, I have nothing. I'll have no money to my name or a house until I'll turn 18 and inherit everything my father owned.
I feel like I should be sad about this, but more than anything, I'm scared. I don't know what's gonna happen now. There's so much going on, and I've got no one to talk to.
I used the last of my money to fly back to Russia and attend my father's funeral. After all, what else could I have done? He's the only family I've had for the past 10 years. I heard he died while in a fight with the British army. What kind of actions lead to that? Ah, right. Being a terrorist trying to start a war.
I'm scared of what's gonna happen now. The only one I know is still alive is my step-dad, who should be released from prison around this time. Why was he in prison? Because he killed mom.
I'm surprised he didn't serve more time. That rotten jerk deserves to suffer as much as mom and I did.
Mom left me a letter, but I never got around to reading it. I was too scared after what I saw my step-dad do to her. Sometimes, I sit and wonder why my father never did anything about it. Maybe the letter could explain it...
Would you look at that... the first few pages in this journal are already a mess. What a good start, am I right?
The plane is about to land. I'm gonna write more after the funeral and see how I feel then.
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