Adopted by Marilyn Manson, Twiggy Ramirez, & Johnny Depp!?

Chapter 1

Evangelica's POV
My name is Evangelica Agatha Raines and I'm 14 years old, but you can just call me Evie. Before I ended up in the adoption center that I'm in now, I had a normal family. It was me, my mother, my father, and my little sister whose name was Allyson Samantha Raines and she was only 5. I absolutely adored my little sister and I would've done anything for her, Allyson and I used to be really close. Not that it really matters, but I'd like to share anyway so that you can get a better understanding about my heritage. My mother was white and had English and Italian blood in her veins and my father was black and was also part Cuban and part Jamaican. I had skin that was like the color of toffee with jade green eyes and dark brown hair that I currently had in a weave. Either way, it doesn't matter to me what color I am like it matters to other people because as long as I'm alive and able to enjoy my life, I don't care what anyone else thinks.

My parents and little sister were murdered in an armed robbery three years ago and I was the only one that survived. The only reason I did is because I covered myself in the blood of my parents in the living room and played dead until the robber left. After that, I ran to grab my cell phone and with shaky hands, called 911 absolutely hysterical. I have never been the same since, but hey, you would be just as traumatized and scared as I was if you saw your whole family slain in cold blood right in front of you for a few lousy, measly bucks that wasn't that much money anyway. I had only been at the adoption center for 9 months and before that, I was in a state hospital for a year and a half because I ran away from my foster home and tracked down the man that killed my family and killed him, blew his head off with a double barrel shotgun right between the eyes. I was also hospitalized because I had a psychotic break caused by PTSD and the wrong medications and tried to kill myself by taking a bunch of pills and unsuccessfully trying to hang myself. I would've succeeded too, if my caseworker and the cops hadn't busted down my bedroom door when they did and stopping me and rushing me to the hospital to have my stomach pumped.

After the night I saw my parents and my little sister killed, I just slipped away mentally for a time. Everything in my mind was shut down and I was a shell of my former self living in complete silence, having never said a word again after that, never speaking again. That's how badly I was and still am traumatized. They try to force me to go to therapy and talk to a therapist, but it never does any good. I've taken to skipping meals and cutting my arms whenever I can with a busted razor I found in the showers one night.

But then I discovered bands like Marilyn Manson, Slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold, Korn, System of A Down, Motionless in White, All American Rejects, Jimmy Eats World, Green Day, All Time Low, Bring Me The Horizon, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, Mindless Self Indulgence, Halestorm, Black Veil Brides, Falling In Reverse, Yungblud, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Thirty Seconds To Mars, Rob Zombie, Disturbed, Five Finger Death Punch, Drowning Pool, Snow Patrol, Melanie Martinez, and many more. The bands, their songs, a lot of them really spoke to me and comforted me in times when I was really upset, depressed, pissed at the world, or I just wanted to give up and stop fighting for the will to live. Those bands, especially Marilyn Manson, saved my life more times than I could count on both hands.

When I woke up this morning, it was to Ms. Rose, one of the women who was in charge of the center, shaking me awake and telling me I had to hurry up and get dressed because breakfast was almost over and there were potential adopters coming in today. I just nodded and got up, doing what I was told. I wasn't that excited about people looking to adopt coming in because they always passed right over me anyway and that was when they did even come to adopt a teenager. Most of the time, it was one of the babies, toddlers, little kids, or elementary age kids who got adopted because everyone wanted the cute ones and not us teens who had already been through a ton of shit and were too damaged to adopt. That meant that a lot of the kids I had spent 9 months with, the teenage ones, got kicked out onto the streets with nowhere to go and no idea how to get a job or anything like that the day they turned 18 and they just ended up jobless, homeless, and starving to death before winter could even come.