Trigger warning: Character death, torture, mentions of rape, PTSD, etc. This is Yandere Simulator (or Lovesick as Alex will name it in the future) nothing is off limits.

Not an update, Editing the chapter because it didn't transfer well from my documents (-.-)

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Yamada Taeko Was born into this new world bleary eyed, confused, panicked, strange, and screaming. All she knew was darkness, tightness, and muffled voices. She was a strange baby, in a way that she recognized her mother and father immediately. She was strange because she was born with full consciousness. She was strange because she was a hollowed soul reborn into a strange new world with soul shattering screams following her arrival.

(She remembers the minutes (or was it hours?)before her untimely demise. The unwanted hands, her battered body, the burning between her thighs, the scent of blood (her blood).

"No, no, please stop." She pleads.

"It's okay, baby girl." He practically moans while caressing her inner thigh "you'll learn to love what I do to you.")

She cried and she mourned. She shied away from the loving hands of her father (of her uncle, of her grandfather, of any man offering any sort of platonic and familial kindness) She took shelter in the bosom of her mother. Hiding her pale face in the crook of her mother's neck.

She could see the heartbreak and worry in her new father's eyes. Saw the defeat then the determination that would fill them each time she rejected his company. But he never gave up. Even when it took two and a half years for her to quietly mutter "Papa" into his stomach.

Of course he was overjoyed, he loved her so very much. He knew his daughter inside and out (knew her personality like he knew the shape of her hands and the number of her stubby fingers and toes), knew her enough to know not to smother her with affection when she entrusted him with her precious words.

So instead of hugging her, like any parent was ingrained to do, he gently caressed her shaggy bangs from her forehead. He gave her the brightest smile he could, tears in his eyes, snot running down his nose ("Oh darling," her mother would later tut while dabbing at his moist eyes "Taeko is just showing how much she loves you." Ignoring the fact that this was a very new occurrence, or the tears of happiness in her own eyes) telling her that he loved and cherished her.

She grows, She learns, her soul heals with the love from her parents, filling up the emptiness she felt since her rebirth. She laughs and joins them in their hobbies. She learns music from her mother, the soft ivory keys of the piano under her delicate fingers. She learns treble and bass clefs, how to trill the notes, how to bring her music to a tumbling crescendo or a mellowed pianissimo. From her father she learns of primary colors, how to mix her beloved periwinkle, shading and sketching. She brings to life the worlds of her inner minds' creations. Curving green hills full of flowers and trees, A marble castle clinging to the side of a steep cliff, almost like a stubborn flower blooming from impossibility.

She takes to her parents' hobbies like fish to water. They are an outlet to her pain. An outlet to express the torment she ignores and buries in her heart (ohgodwhyisshealiveshekilledaninnocentbabyohgodwhy?). She learns to cope, She learns to live, She learns to smile.

By the time her precious otouto is born, she's a mostly functioning little 3 year old. ("Prodigy" her parents sometimes whisper between themselves). She dotes on her precious Ko-chan who loves her very much. He's all smiles, blushing chubby cheeks, and slurred words of "Nee-chan! Come play!". She always indulges him, catering to his whims, spoiling him, doing whatever he wants. He is her adorable brother and Taeko loves him so very much(hesheranchortothisnightmare).

She loves her family, she loves her new life. And even if sometimes she feels undeserving, she looks at her mother, then her father, and then her little brother. She remembers where she is, who she is, and how grateful she truly (Sheshouldbe) is to this new life.

As Albus Dumbledore once said: "After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

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To be honest, this story just popped up in my head while playing the new demo for yan simulator. I haven't written any stories in years so I'm sorry about how rusty I am. I'm not sure if I'll truly update this, but If I do, they'll be short chapters. More drabbles than anything. No longer than 4,000 words if I'm truly inspired. I hope you guys enjoyed this. Tata~