Adopted by Phan

Chapter 3

Dan's P.O.V:

I searched for further hours of some way to find out where she was.

"Dan I think I've got something!" Phil says, plopping himself down on the couch right next to me with his laptop. "Mmm?" I mumble, scrolling endlessly on Instagram, Twitter and Tumblr. "Lookie. Mercy-Jaye Asher. Her Twitter page" Phil says. I turn my head quickly towards his laptop and sure enough her name was placed on the screen next to her username ShowMeMercy. Her profile picture was a picture of her. I peer at it. She had black hair with a fringe and peircing blue eyes. She had pale skin and her ears were peirced and had black studs like Dan's. "Yanno, she's a lot like us" Phil says. "By looks?" I ask, looking up at him. "Well yeah and other stuff" Phil replies. "What do you mean Phil?"

He clicks onto her tweets and begins to read them out. "Managed to find some anime on the crappy TV, Saturday is my day to sleep in, Stupid messy fringe" I look at Phil, "Exactly like us" Phil smiles, "Oh and she's at Greenaway House, less than half an hour away from here"

Mercy-Jaye's P.O.V:

"Mercy! You can't stay in your bloody room forever! Get your goddamn supper!!" yells the Evening and Night careworker Natalae. I roll my eyes and walk slowly downstairs. "About time! You stupid girl" Natalae says, shoving a small pot of pasta in my face. I am about to head back up when she grabs the back of t-shirt. "Sit with everyone else. You aren't special" she hisses, pushing me towards an empty chair at the table...right next to Bree. I sit down quietly and begin to eat when suddenly Bree's arm pushes a glass of water all over me "Whoops. Sorry Mercy. Here let me help" she says. As she leans over to grab a DIRTY napkin she kicks me under the chair and knocks the leftovers of my pasta on my lap. "For fuck sake!" I screech, pushing my chair onto the floor. Everyone turns. I grab the jug of water and tip it all over her head. I knock her pasta onto the floor and run up the stairs. Bree chases me, grabs me and pushes me back down. I land heavily on my arm. She slaps me on my face, causing my face to sting. A little tear rolls down my face. My arm felt numb and my face felt like it was on fire. "Go die in hell Mercy!" she shouts, kicking me in the stomach and then walking away.

I lay at the bottom of the stairs for a further ten minutes until people start heading upstairs to go to bed. I climb to my feet, shaking and wavering. I manage to make it upstairs and flop on my bed. My arm felt a bit better and my face wasn't stinging much anymore but a red handmark was placed on my cheek. I walk to the bathroom and lean against the cool wall. I pull the knife from it's hiding place and slit a few lines in my arms. Maybe I should just go and die in hell...