your mother died only just a year ago. it hit you hard. your father was there for you the whole time. he had remarried to your step mother and she had two children of her own.

you were rotting away in your bed, too depressed or tired to move. your step siblings were playing on the playstation in the living room and your step mom was preparing dinner.

"princess, you okay?" your dad asks you in a soft voice as he walks into your room. he had a nice suit on with slick back hair. he was rich.