Part 3

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"What do you mean come home with you?"

"Oh I adopted you baby girl,"

"Oh"...I sighed. It's not that I don't wanna go, it's just I don't wanna be abused again. I don't want my walls to crumple down just to be hurt again. I don't want her to see through me. I don't wanna be a burden. I sigh and look at Demi,

"I don't know, but there's something about you baby, I'm willing to try with you, and you should be able to do the same", she starts to say. I can see the willingness in her eyes, I can see her pleading... Finally I give in.

"O-ok...I can try"

"Yayy!!! Alright pack your let's pack your bags!" Demi smiled. I don't have many clothes, or things really. I have like ten outfits, my "special" makeup kit containing my blades, my iphone 5, my ipod, and my chargers.

Something fell when I was cleaning my last drawer. I picture, it was of this women . I didn't know I had this, it brought tears to my eyes. She had beautiful green eyes, and beautiful sandy brown mixed with blonde hair.

"She looks just like you", Demi spoke.

"Thanks, I think she's my mom," I laugh. Demi smiled.

"Well, looks like we're done here, wanna go now?"

"Yeah, let's go I smile". Demi takes my bag and we walk down stairs passing by saying goodbye to my associates. But I stop when the caretaker comes into veiw. I run to her and give her a hug. She smiled.

"Now you take care,"

"Ok, you to Ms. Jones"

We left the care home and Demi loaded my suitcase to the car. And we're off.

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