Getting out!

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****WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SELF HARM WHICH MAY BE TRIGGERING, IF YOU ARE SECCEPTABLE TO SELF HARM I HIGHLY RECOMEND YOU DON’T READ THIS****

As I wake up the next morning, I can hear chattering coming from down in the dining room. Walking in I discovered it was breakfast time and I was actually on time.

“Come eat sweet heart!” Sondra said cheerfully.  

“Sure, why not?” I spoke to her bitterly. Not really meaning to, it just happened. She gave me a small scowl and kept eating her food.

God how could she be this cheery in the morning. If I was her I would be walking like a damn zombie! Shuffling into the room I sat at the table and filled my plate. I kept my head down the entire time.

When I was finished I walked up and into my room. Walking over to my iPod deck I began to play the Morticians Daughter by Black Veil Brides. As I listen further into the song I feel more and more depressed.

Tears slowly drip down my face, I slowly got up and walked into my bathroom and pulled out the only thing that has helped me through all my troubles, my blade.

I bite my lip as hard as I can, to make sure my sobs are quiet. I press the blade into my wrist cutting over the scars from all the years past, cut after cut, I couldn’t stop.  

By the time I was done my wrist looked like a mangled mess. Hopping into the shower and washing off all the blood I stand there letting the scalding hot water cascade down my back.

As I turn the water off I get out I wrap my BVB towel around me and walk into my room and go into the closet to get some clothes. I pick out a BVB shirt with all their faces on it and a pair of black skinny jeans.

Walking out of the closet and into my room, I lay on my bed wishing I could get adopted into a better home than I was in, but that’s probably not going to happen considering I just got here and I have no luck.

I reach over onto my night stand and grab my iPod dock remote and switch songs, Savior blares out from the speakers and I smile and relax as I fall into a deep sleep.

What seems like minutes later I am woken up my Sondra telling me some one is here to look at adopting a child, I’m not going to get my hopes up at all. Like I said I have no luck. Before I walk out the door I grab my BVB rosary and place it around my neck.

I walk downstairs with my head hung low. I walk over and stand with the other 17 year old girls. Looking up I notice that I’m the only one dressed in black clothing.

All the girls are wearing pink and green, and the boys are wearing light blues. No wonder everyone looks at me funny.

Hearing footsteps approach I look up and see the door open and you wouldn’t believe who walked through.

Black Veil Brides!

Holy shit what is this madness?! Am I just dreaming or is this really reality?  As they walk through the door they look up and they begin to go down the row of children, pulling a few forward as they went, when they got to me they stopped as they took in my appearance.

They looked at my shirt then my bracelets seeing as most of them are BVB. They smile and pull me over to Sondra.

“We want her!” Andy, who was the first to speak up, said very enthusiastically.

My mouth flew open and Sondra smiled and nodded her head.

“Okay, Scream go and pack your bags while they go and do the paper work. Ashley and Jinxx you may go and help her if you would like.” Sondra said. Ashley and Jinxx nodded and followed me up to my room.

I began pulling out my suitcases and putting my clothes into them.

“So what do you want us to do?” asked Jinxx.

I looked up at him, seeing as he was so tall, and pointed to all the posters and my bedding. “Can you two get my posters and bedding without messing them up?” I asked nicely.

“Sure sis!” they said at the same time while laughing at each other.

We finished packing quickly and took all my stuff down stairs just as Andy finished the paper work.

“Well let’s get you out of here and to your new home!” Andy said with a big smile, taking the last bag I had.

We walked out of the foster home and got into a black PT cruiser with black leather interior. We all piled in with me sitting across Ashley, CC, and Jinxx’s laps, and made our way to my new home.

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