Is this home? -Sbi adoption au

Adoption-Chapter 1

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS! ⚠️ Eating disorder, swearing, blacking out , abuse, self harm, not caring about pronouns, scars, blood. I'm so so sorry if there are more that I didn't put in! I don't know if some of these are trigger warning but I put them in. Tell me if there's a tw I forgot so I can edit it in! Make sure to pay attention and take care of yourself. Don't read this chapter if it makes you feel uncomfortable in any way.

Y/N POV:

I'm sick of getting adopted. That's what was going through my head right now. All these thoughts about getting adopted. They've been here since my favorite staff, Ollie, told me I was seeing another family today. Or he told me that yesterday, meh. It's confusing. 

I had tried to fall asleep earlier but I had quickly learned from previous nights all I would think about is... them. 

Flashback to about 2 months ago.

Y/N POV

Someone knocked on my door. "Come in." I said.

It was Ollie.

"Hey Y/N your meeting another family in about 2 hours, get ready!" He said in his sweet, honey like voice. "Ok, thanks Ollie." I started getting ready, getting dressed and everything. I went down to the meeting room and saw 2 adults standing there. One was a lady in a red dress. Not a pretty one, but it was a dress. She had some VERY caky makeup on. 

The other was a man. He had a flannel button up shirt on and some jeans on. He had a tangled beard. He reminded me of a lumberjack.

They introduced themselves and I introduced myself. Then Ollie came to take me back.

Time skip to the next day. Still Y/Ns POV and still the flashback!

Ollie told me I was getting adopted by those two that I met yesterday. I packed all my stuff and just got dressed in a f/c [favorite color] hoodie and some sweatpants. I got my bag on and headed downstairs. 

Time skip to at the house

"So, we have some rules for you" the lady said in a sour voice.

"Rule 1. Only speak when spoken to, your voice is annoying." Speak of annoying voices... I thought. Gosh, I already hated these people.

"Rule 2. You will get 1 meal a day, eat it wisely." Not like it'll matter, I have an eating disorder.

"Rule 3. Stay in your room. Rule 4. Act like a lady. I don't care about your pronouns." I was angry at this lady, how dare she say my pronouns don't matter!

"Rule 5. Make no mistakes, and follow these rules or you will face the consequences." 

Every time I did something wrong, they would abuse me either mentally or physically. It was mostly mentally, until one day I heard the door slam open and closed.

I was doing the dishes and trying to hurry them up so I wonder get beaten. "Are you not done with the dishes?" I heard the man say. I refuse to know these horrible peoples names.

"I-I'm sorry I had other chores! I'm almost done!" I said.

"What did my wife tell you? She said do the dishes and if your not done by the time I'm home than you get beaten." I was already shaking, knowing what was about to come. He grabbed a bottle from the recycling bin and threw it onto my head. I fell down and felt blood heavily run from the top of my nose.

Tiny shards flew into my cheeks and I could feel the blood running from my face. I was crying, no, I was sobbing. I wanted to get away, run far away from this place and forget about these people. He then grabbed a plate from the sink and smashed it above my head. He repeatedly did this until I blacked out from blood loss.

When I woke up I was in the hospital with a horrible headache. Ollie was in a chair next to me. When I opened my eyes he said "Y/N! Oh Y/N I missed you so much! I'm sorry I shouldn't have let you go." Tears we're running down his cheeks. "Ollie don't cry, it's ok! I know you want what's best for me." I tried to comfort him, but I think I needed the comfort more. Half of my face was numb. I could feel the bandages trying to heal the wounds. I knew it would take some time for them to fade. 

Back from the flashback, sorry if that was confusing I needed background information.

I woke up with tear stains on my cheeks and sweat beads on my forehead. Shit. I must've drifted off and dreamed about... that place again. I was shaking but did some breathing to calm myself down.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I turned off the water and dried myself off. I grabbed the razor from the counter and cut myself three times on each arm. I bandaged the cuts up and got dressed into a red and black striped sweater, some jeans and jean chains for decoration. I then wanted to look presentable for this family and decided to try and do eyeliner.

I messed up really bad the first time and wanted to break the eyeliner. I decided I would try again. Surely enough, I took my time and it turned out great! I then wanted to cover the scars on my face, but Ollie called me down so I didn't have time to. 

I went down to eat breakfast. It was waffles with fruit. I said cmon, three big bites of waffle. Only three! I shoveled one bite, two bites in and shoved a third one in as well. I felt like I was going to be sick so drunk some water and I felt better. 

Ollie took me out of the room to meet this family. 

A/N That's the end of this chapter! I hope you enjoyed it <3 I love you all! Stay safe, hydrate, try to eat, and sleep! Take medication if you need it and remember to talk to someone if you need it. I'm here to talk as well. If you want dream smp fanfic suggestions, I have some in my reading list. Bye!

-lemon 🍋