Toxic Decent (Hollywood Undead FanFic)

Untold.

~Jae~

They drug me into the police station as I struggled. I squirmed and did almost everything to get away from the policemen, but when your hands are cuffed behind your back, it makes it a challenge. I felt as if I was about to hyperventilate, the fact of going to jail was too much for me. The men pulled me down a hall and into an empty white room, sitting me in a chair in front of a desk. There was another chair across from me on the other side of the table. The two guys left, leaving me stranded in the small boxed room alone. I examined the place awkwardly. Boy, if I could just wipe out my phone and text someone right now it wouldn't be awkward at all. I'd text Jinx.

Jinx: "What the hell is going on?!"

Me: "Well, right now I'm stuck in a room by myself and I'm pretty sure there's a camera and I bet they are watching me from the camera so it's kinda awkward."

Jinx: "Stalkers.. I'll be down in a minute."

After thinking about the conversation, I found myself slouching in the chair (which, I always slouch. My teacher would always make fun of me for doing it, so would the guys. Made me have bad posture.), starring down at the floor between my feet. I let out a sigh.

Finally, a guy walked in with a tan folder that possibly held files about me in it. The man sat in the chair ahead of me, then gently tossed the folder onto the table. The tab at the top read, "Mya Erlichman".

I scooted a bit closer, causing the leg of the chair squeak across the floor. The man jumped a bit, then stared at me through his thick-lensed glasses. He pushed them up his nose more. I stared at him, confused.

"That's not my name." I start, wishing that I could point at the paper.

"Mya Erlichman is not your name?" The guy quietly asked. I nodded.

"It says on your birth certificate and everything else. Your medical bills, your child support--"

"What the f*ck do you mean?" I ask, giving him a look.

The guy seemed to be afraid of a girl that had been OD'ed from last night, who was perfectly fine the next day. Well, that lady turned out to be a drummer of a very famous band with a alto voice, who was also know as me. I yawned.

"You look like you just died in a hole." Jinx told me as I sat up from the couch. My hair was in a total rat's nest, and my eyes felt a bit puffy. I groaned. "What happened."

"Nothing you should worry about," I slur, standing up, "that club was full of food and beer and.. Everything."

"Of course. You're hung over." Jinx instantly thought out loud. I turned to her, giving her the stupidest look of my life.

"Are ya dumb? You just f*cking woke me up you jack ass." I snap, shuffling up the stairs.

"My name is Mya Jae Holman. Not Mya Jae Erlichman."

The man flipped through the pages, telling me my mother's name and my father's name. Then he told me about my siblings. I only had one, and we later found out it was my half brother.

Aron Erlichman.

"Holy sh*t. No way." I say, looking up at him.

"You a fan of his?"

"I'm friends with his ex-friends."

"Right, you're from Toxic Decent."

**
After answering a couple questions, they let me change into an ugly orange jumpsuit, then basically tossed me into a very unclean jail cell. Thoughts ran through my head.

Okay, so my mom gave birth to him, but his dad wasn't my dad. His father must've got custody of him when they got divorced. Then my mom met my dad, and they soon had me.

It totally clicked. My mom always talked about how I had a half brother, and I would always want to meet him. My mom said that I sadly won't be able to, and after several times of asking I gave up. She would at least show me some picture of him, and tell me his name. Soon, everything changed. There were no pictures. It was like he never existed. I was too afraid to bring his name up, because I didn't know what was going on. Maybe he died, or maybe he did something wrong. After awhile, the thought faded away.

I sat on the rock hard bed, waiting for Jinx or Matty to come find me. A couple minutes passed, and I found myself staring in the mirror. Eyes are a bit puffy; perfect. I sat back down.

And waited.