Can you be my Nightingale?

Chapter 1

Max
"You're gonna have to run faster, fatass," my demons were screaming at me. I ran and ran, as fast as I could. They began to laugh at me and started shouting mean things at me. I looked back to see the piercing green eyes of the demons chasing after me.

THWACK.

I ran into a tree branch and fell to the cool, damp ground. I gave up and waited, sobbing into my arm.

I was jolted awake by someone pouring water on me.

"Shut the fuck up, would ya!? Other people exist besides you. We need some damn sleep too!" Katie said. Then she stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her.

I forced myself to get up and go to the bathroom. I stared into the mirror. I had tear tracks running down my face, my naturally bright red hair was a complete disaster.

I sighed. Why did it have to be me? Why do I have to be the ugly, fat one? There's rumors of someone coming tomorrow who is looking to adopt, but I know it won't be me. So why try?

I began to cry. My demons were starting to yell again, telling me how worthless I am and that it was my fault that they died. It was true. It was my fault, everything is.

I locked the door and found my blades, it's not like I'm clean or anything. I stared down at my arms, struggling to find a blank space to cut.

I felt like part of myself slipped away until I stopped for a moment and looked at my arms, I didn't regret it like I used to. Then, I couldn't stop. My arms were a bloody, red mess. I started to feel lightheaded, but despite that, I still managed to drag myself back into bed. I laid down, grimacing at the pain.

It was 4 am so I didn't plan on going back to sleep, the person looking to adopt comes at 7 am, not that I plan on getting my hopes up.

I pulled out my iPod and put my "Demi" album on shuffle, I laid down, listening to the whole album before I decided to listen to some fifth harmony, then some more of Demi's songs.

6 am rolled around, so I decided I was going to get ready. There wasn't really much reason in trying, no one is going to adopt me anyways. I made sure to stay in my room through breakfast so I didn't have to eat. Always works, the so-called "caretaker" doesn't like me so she never takes notice.

I threw on some grey joggers, a black top, an oversized red hoodie, and my black converse. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I quickly took my hair down and combed it then stuck it back in a messy bun, then ran downstairs and sat in the corridor.

When the doorbell rang, I could feel my anxiety levels rise... Whoever was looking to adopt was here.