The familiar sound of my alarm beeping angrily at me for the third time this morning rang in my ears. Sunlight was coming through my black curtains dimly which made the room light up slightly. Again I reach out for the snooze button until my door opens suddenly. "Mercy-Jaye! Pressing the snooze button tut tut tut" Katelia, the careworker of the place bursts in and speaks in her incredibly jolly and loud voice.
I groan and sit up, blearily looking at her from my tired eyes.
"It's Saturday darling!" she exclaims, hoping I would jump out of bed and be in a happy mood, "Come on! What are Saturday's for? HAVING FUN"
I just sigh and roll my eyes, "Yup, it is" I say, Katelia's eyes lighting up, "and my happy place is in bed with my phone and a packet of crisps" I say, pointing lazily to an open packet of salt and vinegar crisps. I slam back down on my bed. Okay, it wasn't the comfiest, but it was somewhere I could hide away.
"Get up" Katelia simply says, walking out.
***
It takes me a further ten minutes to get up. I walk sleepily to my bathroom and take a quick shower, although I try to ignore it, last night's scars are placed on my arms, in full view. I sigh and jump out. I skipped breakfast which meant I could brush my teeth without worrying about my food tasting well...tasteless. I wash my face and walk back into my room.My room was what Katelia would call My Hidey Hole which is generally true. I avoided social contact most of the time which meant my room was where I would be most.
It had white walls and a black carpet, my bed was placed in a corner along with my shelves and my little desk.
My easel and guitar were propper in another corner and my wardrobe sat close by. I also had a lot of Dan and Phil themed things well...everywhere.
I sieve through all my clothes and decide to pull on my black MCR t-shirt, a pair of black leggings and black converse. I brush through my hair and straighten my fringe as it was the place that got messy most.
As I finish my phone bleeps suddenly.
I grab it quickly from on top of my desk and unlock it.
I had three notifications:
KickThePJ updated his snapchat story.
AmazingPhil tweeted: 'Editing a new videooooooooooooooo. Get ready for it because it'll be up soon'
Danisnotonfire tweeted: 'Doing an Internet Support Group video so send in your emails if you want me to help you out'n a user
I sigh, fat chance of you helping me out Dan.
Although I knew I would never get noticed due to the fact that he had so many other fans I decided to email him anyway.
Mercy-Jaye/13/LondonHi.
Dan, you and Phil have been the things keeping me strong.
I have been an orphan for 10 years now.
I self harm and I tried to stop but...I can't, it hurts Dan, it really hurts.
I have tried to commit suicide twice before and surviving wasn't really one of my hopes.
I suffer from minor depression too, ever since my family died.
I feel like I cant live Dan.
Someone told me something similar had happened to you.
You've saved me.I tremble as I press SEND and turn off phone. I feel warm tears run down my face as I bury my head in my arms.
Hey there!
I have read a LOT of adopted by Phan stories and decided to write my own.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, little bit deep.
I enjoyed writing this chapter.
Leave a comment about...something. I don't know.
-Saara❤
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FanfictionMercy-Jaye. The 13 year old orphan. She's been in Greenaway House for 9 years and things never seem to get better. No one wants to adopt her. Maybe because she's shy? Awkward? Or emo? Her piercing blue eyes have been filled with tears as she covers...