Adopted by Andy Biersack

Chapter two

Chapter two

It wasn't too long after I stepped off that my hand was grabbed. "You really think I'd watch you jump off a bridge?" It was andy's voice. "I want to die!" I shouted as he pulled me up. "Please, I'll take you back to the orphanage and I'll be right back in the morning. I promise." My eyes went wide. He wanted to adopt me? Was he serious? I nodded in defeat and he put me down. He grabbed my hand and my backpack and started walking toward the orphanage.

It was pretty late when we were back. Ms. Anderson yelled at me for coming home so late. I was then sent to bed without my meds. I walked to my room and laid on the 'bed'. My life was fucked up. I could almost hear my moms voice yelling at me. And with that I was out like a light.

The next morning, I woke up with tears running down my face. I hate nightmares. I got out of bed and went straight to my mirror. I put on eyeliner and mascara, then I went to the bathroom. I grabbed my blades out from under the sink and sat on the floor. Just do it you big baby! The voice in my head shouted. I sliced my wrists. I liked the pain, oddly enough. I cut a few more times and washed my blades and wrists off.

I put my blades in the ziplock bag I always put them in and ran back to my room. Let me tell you, I have a crap load of problems. I have depression, bipolar disorder, PTSD, OCD, ADHD, all kinds of anxiety, and I'm anorexic. I take a crap load of medicine for all of it too.

I proceeded to get dressed since I had an interview today. I didn't care enough so I put on a black shirt that said 'I hate everyone', black skinnies, and black converses. I wore my usual shit ton of bracelets and dragon earrings. The 'mother' wouldn't let me get gages so I'm stuck with regular earrings.

I grabbed my iPod, brushed my long, straight, dark blue hair and walked downstairs. "Hey! Slut! I think I know how your father died!" Jessica shouted. I just ignored her. I knew if I said something that there would be blood. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" She shouted at me.

"Fine, bitch, how did he die?!" I shouted back at her. "He committed suicide just like you tried to and your poor stupid friend did." She spat in my face. I turned around and continued down the stairs. I felt stinging in my eyes as tears fell down my face.

Why didn't I commit suicide last night?

A/N: I forgot to mention that this story is triggering. But I hope you like! Bye penguins!