The Souls That Nobody Could Save ( Hollywood Undead Fan Fic)

2- Can you Hear me Now?

~Mia POV~

Damn I have a head ache. Ugh. I quickly opened up my eyes realizing I'm not on a bench for the first time in a couple of years. I imediatly sat up. A somewhat clean room I'm in. Shit. Wheres my gun. Dammit its gone. Whatever. Wait. The three guys. Where are they.

I get up and slowly walk to the bathroom. Agh. Then I tripped over something. "Fuck" I said under my breath. I get up and finally reach the bathroom door. I knock a little and then open the door slowly. Nobody's in here. I go to the restroom and then just stare at myself in the mirror. I almost killed myself last night.

I lifted up my shirt to reveal the cuts on my stomach. None of them reopened. I put my shirt down and pulled up my sleeves. No cuts on my wrists because I don't want people to know I cut. I know I almost killed myself in public but whatever.

I head out of the bathroom and go towards the window. I'm on the second story. Dammit. Looks like I can't just run away from my problems. I stare at the window and just think for a second. I mean its not far of a drop. It would proabaly kill me but after all I want to die. I mean what's the point in living anyway. Whatever.

I turn away from the window and head over to the door. I silently and slowly opened the door. I slowly walked out of the  room into a hallway. I walk to the end of the hallway and take a left turn. I walk to the end of that hallway to be in a big room.

At the other side of the room there were stairs. Damn its cold. I pull down my long sleeves of my jacket. I walk over to the stairs and stop. I hear talking.

"What do we do then?" said someone.

"We should take care of her man. Well I mean you have to understand how hurt she is. I think it would help her." a different person said.

"I second that." a new person said.

"Jorel?" A different voice said.

"I'm okay with it." I'm guessing jorel said.

"What do we do now?" a new voice said.

I got tired of just listening so I slowly and quietly walked down the stairs. I was at the last step. I finally was done with the stairs and headed to where I thought the voices came from. There. I headed towards a room where I saw a guy walking.

I entered the room and all the people in the room turn towards me. 1 2 3. Ah ha there were six guys. I'm not dumb I just did a weird way of counting okay.

"Hello um I am wondering how I got here?" I say kinda quietly.

"Why don't you come sit down and we will explain everything." A guy with a somewhat chubby face, a LA hat and some shades said. I mean we are inside why are you wearing shades.

"Uh okay" I said whilst heading to a couch. I sat between a guy with really curly hair that was going everywhere and a guy with a button up shirt (that was unbottened revealing a white shirt) and a bastard hat on. Then there was two guys sitting on another couch close by and another guy sitting in a chair. Then the last guy was sitting in a diffrent couch close by.

"Well before we explain anything can you tell us about yourself and why you were planning on killing yourself last night" the guy with the LA hat said.

"Well my name is Mia and I'm 23 years old. I tried to kill myself because I hate my life and I have no point in living anymore" I say.

"Well Mia, do you have a place to stay or any family, friends or anyone?" The same guy asked.

Looks like its time for a life story.

"Well my family was killed when I was only 9 years old and I was put into an adoption center. The last time I had friends was when I was thirteen. Otherwise I was kicked out of the adoption center when I was fifthteen and I've lived on the streets since then. Lots of stuff has recently been happening and I would rather die then live my life anymore." I say trying to sum up my life quickly.

"Well we aren't going to let you kill yourself anytime soon and you will be staying here from now on." the same guy said.

"No I can't. Don't waist your time with me. I'm not worth it." I whispered the last part.

I was on the verge of tears again. Dammit. I never cry. I haven't cried since my family's funeral and now I'm just gonna start. Hell to the No. I wiped my eyes quickly and stopped myself from crying.

"Well you are now worth our time and you are going to be staying here and that's final. Now everyone introduce yourself." the same guy said.

"Yo my name is Dylan but you can call me funnyman." said the guy next to me with the bastard hat.

"Matthew or Matty or kurlzz whatever you want." said the guy next to me with the kurly hair.

"Jorel, J or Jdog." said the guy in the chair.

"George or Johnny." said a guy on the couch with two people on it.

"Daniel but everyone calls me danny." said the other guy on the couch next to george.

"And lastly I'm Jordan but you can call Me Charlie Fucking Scene if you want." said the guy with the LA hat.

"Um okay nice to meet you all." I say. They all seem so nice to me. Why. Do they actually care. Actually care for me.

"Well mia now since we only have six rooms in our house your gonna have to share a room with one of us and you can choose as long as you have a choice by the end of the day. Otherwise we are all gonna go to the mall to get you some new clothes and well food if you want food." Charlie said.

"Okay. When do we leave." I say.

"Now" charlie says and they all run to the the front door but I just walk. I reach the front door and they are all already in a car. I head over to the car and that's just great.

"Looks like your gonna have to sit on someone's lap." danny said from the front with a laughing tone.

There were only six seats so I actually have to sit on someone's lap. George and danny are up front so I can't sit with them. Dammit. I don't know. I just met these guys.

"Hurry up or I will choose for you" George said.

"Choose for me then" I say back to him.

He glances in his mirror and thinks for about five seconds.

"Sit on mattys lap." George says.

I look at matt and he just nods. I get in the car and sit on his knee. I stayed as far away from his area as I could. He put His arms around my waist to replace a seat belt. I actually kinda like it.

"Hey that's no fair George. Why the fuck did you not say me." Dylan said.

"Dammit Dylan why does it matter?" George replied.

Then they got into an argument and George didn't even drive yet because he was so busy arguing with Dylan. They were arguing for about a minute when I decided to speak up.

"Dammit Dylan. If you want me to sit on your lap that bad, on the way back I will now please shut up, your gonna give me a head ache." I say.

"Oh okay sorry" Dylan says and George finally starts driving.

"How long is the ride?" I ask.

"About an hour without traffic so about 2 with traffic?" George said.

"Why is it so far away?" I ask.

"Well we are going to the good mall because the one in LA is extremely dangerous." charlie said.

"Oh okay." I say. Dammit. I'm getting tired and its only been 3 minutes. I scoot closer to matt and lay my head down against his chest. He pulls me a little closer and tightens him arms around my waist. I close my eyes and let sleep over take me.

(A/N: I will try and update this everyday but I don't know and there will be a love story kinda well more or less mia falls in love with one of the guys and I haven't decided who yet. Also this is unedited sorry I just don't have time to edit. Also I'm sorry this is really short :A/N)