BOTDF ADOPTED ME!?

Just this once?

*TJ's POV*

"I felt as if the world was against me the day that my mum and dad beat me the first time, it just went down hill from there, it got so bad that I was put in the hospital about ten times, I begged the people there not to make me go here, but it got so bad that mum started to go after dad, she killed him then went after me with a knife, I called the cops, told them there was going to be two bodies at my house, I didn't tell them who the second one was going to be, for I didn't know, but after mum went after me with a knife I started to fight her, grabbing her arm and breaking it, but she didn't feel a thing because of all the drugs she was on. She still turned around and tried to swing at me, but I hit her hand and that drove the knife into her chest, killing her almost instantly.

"Oh-Wait! I forgot, I was supost to tell about me first, woops! My name is Tori Jane, but I hate it, so I go by TJ, one person here made the mistake of calling me Tori Jane, and they ended up in the hospital, I may have slight anger isues, trust problems, I have horible depression, my favorite bands are One Direction, Five Second of Summer," I inwardly gagged, they were making me say that, if the people on the other side of this chat knew that my favorite band was Blood on the Dance Floor they would run away and be scarred for the rest of their pittiful little lives, I couldn't see them, but they could see me, in my Ashley Purdy 69 sweatshirt covering my "You Twerk; We Mosh" shirt and my many bracelets and belts, I had a thing for belts.

"You don't have to lie, we can tell by your shirt that you most likely hate those 'bands', why don't you show us your true colours?" That voice, it sounded familyar somehow, like I heard it everyday, probably just my ears playing tricks on me, I had been getting a ringing in my ears for a while because I refused to eat.

"You really want to know the real me?"

"Yes." Okay, well, here goes nothing. I thought to myself. I took of my sweatshirt and stood up, holding my arms out, but not enough that they would see what was under the bracelets. "Now, who are your real favorite artists?"

"Blood on the Dance Floor, Sleeping with Sirens, Pierce the Veil, My Chemical Romance, uh, Black Veil Brides, Avenged Sevenfold, Greenday, Eminem, Papa Roach, and many more, I just forget how many, that's why I was counting from my bracelets and belts, and earrings." I was getting a slight panic attack as to how they would react,

"Well, how would you like to meet us? And get to know us?"

"Um, you aren't scarred by the music I listen to?" I was dumbfounded.

"No, we love the same music as you do, and we really want to get to know the real you!" This was starting to scare me, even though the Foster Home did background checks a few creeps managed to get through a few years back, it was not fun having to fight them off, I'm the only one here who knows how to fight real, not that crap that is just punches and kicks, I know how to put someone in the hospital for a couple weeks with one move.

"Uhh, okay, why not?" Inwardly I was panicking slightly, but I kept my cool on the outside. They ended the chat and I got ready, they were gonna be there in a few hours, I got a shower, did my hair, makeup, and got my clothes, which just stayed the same, but I put on shoes, then They got to the lobby, my jaw hit the floor! It was Dahvie and Jayy! From Blood on the Dance Floor. That's why I recignized the voice! And they were asking for me!

"Uh, h-hello, I-I'm TJ."

"Oh, hello! I'm Dahvie and this is Jayy!" Dahvie had a cup of coffee in his hand, I inwardly groaned, a hyper Dahvie was a crazy Dahvie.

"I know, you guys are my favorite band! You guys and Haylie Rose." As we left the building Jayy wraped his arm around my waist, I tensed up, even though he is gay. He seemed to pick up on my stress.

"Hey, it's okay TJ, you know I would never hurt you." Yeah, I know, I just have really bad trust issues with men in general, even you Jayy, I don't completly trust you yet. I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut, or so I thought, "You know, TJ, that all that crap about Dahvie is just rumors, and I never, ever, EVER, would want to hurt you in any way."

"Thank's Jayy," I said as I snuggled into his side.

*DAHVIE'S POV*

Once we got to the car TJ seemed to relax a bit, she was still really tense, we- and by that I mean I- drove around town while TJ showed us all her favorite places, one time we passed a house that looked really worn down, she went stiff as a board, looking straight at the back of my seat, her expression was one filled with pain, saddness, and anger. "Hey TJ? You okay kid?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, I guess." she studdered, looking out the window,

"What was it with that house?"

"Uh, nothing, that's just where I used to live, not a happy place." Oh.

"Oh, uh, how 'bout we go get some ice-cream? Maybe go to the park?" Leave it to Jayy to lighten up the mood,

"Y-yeah, that'd be nice, thank you guys so much!"

So that's the first chapter, what'd you think? Good? Bad? Do I even want to know? Thank's for reading!!!