Adopted By Sleeping With Sirens

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Marisol

My name is Marisol Fuentes but I prefer Marie for short. Till this day, I still have no idea why my last name is Fuentes if my father was never there for me as a baby so why was I given that last name? A sad famously thing about my life is I don't even live in my fathers life but I did with my birth mother insisted. The funny thing about it is I love this band, Pierce the Veil and I so happily aren't related to Vic or Mike Fuentes. I guess you'd say that's the perks of having the last name alike to famous people, so you could pretend to be their siblings. Fulfilling your fangirl fantasies.

A while back, I stupidly and sarcastically asked my mother if I was related to the members of the band and she snapped and hit me, not hard. I thought something was kind of odd about that because of her reaction. Ive had many memories of my mother kind of like that. There was this one time, my mother had cursed and I used her exact line while playing video games and she ran into my room with a cigarette. She had pushed it onto my skin and threatened that if I ever used a sinner's word again, she'd have two cigarettes next time.

I am like any other emo teenager my age, 15 years old, really in love with bands and a couple of youtubers. I play games every now and then, go to concerts, attend school, and is always by myself in school. Im 5'4, very short...I know right. I have a very small nose piercing on the right side of my nose and I have natural brownish-purplish hair and brown eyes. The tips are a light brown though because I lightly bleached them. Currently, I do not have any parents because they decided to ditch me in a foster home and so now I am here. Earlier I had said I had a conversation about my birth father's identify and my mother was upset. A lot of things change in just months after that. She decided to send me away because she was "in a terrible state of mind."

Another pair of important people to me is a band Sleeping With Sirens, but only because of their music so I cant really say im obsessed with them. I just think there a chill and cool band. I just got to know a little bit about them but of course my other original favorite artists took my mind over. A little cringey fangirl note might I add, I know that all these men are a lot older than me but I would jump right up and accept Tony or Jaime into my life. Start a new life with one of them, but there older than me and I will never have the chance to meet them. But on a real life level, one of my life goals, is to meet those two bands.

My makeup style, you're probably not even interested to know but I wear only eyeliner and sometimes some lipstick. Yeah many people say I'm young but oh wells. Many people don't want to try out new things, who cares so screw their opinions. Many people don't like me because of the way I look or am. Who wants to fit in society and be a plastic or a trendy child? Not me. Not only do people focus on my appearance, but make fun of me not having any parents. Their parents may pack them lunches, take them out shopping every week or go on family vacations but my parents just gave up on me as a child, and that's terrible. I get called mean names that hurt. I can't say I haven't self harmed, but with my shitty life so far, I am emotional. I have times where I feel like a total outcast and a mistake to everyone and to life and I have happy times and thankful to be alive. But honestly, I ain't a happy person but I somehow get through everyday of my life. I'm going to add it even though it's irrelevant but I also listen to Twenty One Pilots. They help alot somehow.

But about me being a Fuentes, I don't know why my last name is that. I mean, there is alot of people with the last name Gomez but there not all related. Once again, the same question popped in my head. Who is my father? See where I am getting at this? My birth mother got offended at me asking if my father was from a band, I am not saying I am related to Vic or Mike Fuentes but it's something at the bottom of my mind. I asked Dara and she automatically said no. She didn't even bother to check my paperwork or even check. She says I may not know until I'm 18.

Dara, the mother of the orphanage. Dara is rude, she doesnt accept the way I am. She always tells me to take my makeup off because it just makes me uglier than I am. It hurts alot. I've been adopted 3 times but brought back because the family found out about my self harm, past, my ugliness, or other personal probs. But that is fine, as long as I had a place to stay and food in my belly. After all, I ain't technically related to anymore so it doesn't hurt. 3 more years.

"Marie! Get down here and eat right now!" Dara yelled. A little backstory, I have been dealing with many eating issues. Insecurities, eating disorders. If I tried to get better and eat properly, all I do is eat it and throw it back up. I love how my body is right now. "No I am not hungry but thank you." I softly yelled back and shut my door.

Currently had to share a room with one of my bullies and it isn't working out all too well."EXCUSE ME?" Julie snapped opening my door. She's my roommate... "Here we go" I said under my breath. "Are you deaf?" She asked and I didn't want to look up to see her slutty looking face. "HELLO?!" She asked as I just sat down at on my bed and pulled out my journal. She walked to the door, locking the door and walking over to me. Shit. Shit shit. She grabbed my hair. "Julie, my god let go please!" I squealed and she laughed. "Yea how does it feel to disobey others huh?" She asked and she still held my hair and my hands were on my hair trying to free it but Julie had a good handful of hair and a tight grip.

"Haha you're funny. How does it feel?" She said dragging me to the wall. She threw me to the wall and I hit my head on the wall. My eyes got teary. Pain was all I felt. "Shut up or I will hurt you worse" she said and I curled my body in a ball in the corner of the room and she kicked me several times leaving painful spots on me. I was quiet and flinching at everthing she did and couldn't stop it so I gave up. She finally stopped. "Dont you dare tell a soul. You see how you make me feel? Miserable! Watch the way you treat me or I will have to hit some sense into you again" she hissed and I nodded sniffing.

My nose began to lightly bleed and my busted lip had been bleeding in the inside of my lip. The aftermath of that, left me with am incredibly painful headache and a thump on my head which hurt from hitting the wall and being pulled by the hair. My bones hurt alot because I was kicked over and over. I slowly stood up after she left the room. I limped to the bathroom and took out my makeup bag. I need to cover this shit up. Theres no way anyone could find out or my ass is grass.

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I covered it up the best I can and for the lip, I wore lipstick and put foundation on to cover all the bruises. It successfully worked. I slowly limped to my bed and got under the bed sheets. Well thats how my life is. Every weekend I get a brutal beating once a week so this was mine and I wont have to worry untill next week. I dont think anytime soon i will get adopted.

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