The Adoption.

Chapter 1

Storms PoV. 

As I lay in my bed I start to think about my life and how much it sucks.
When I was 8 I was put in this hell hole of an adoption center. My parents sucked ass, they abused me for years until the neighbors heard me cry one night, that's how I ended up here.
North Carolina's Children's Adoption Center of All Ages.

I'm now 15 and have been in here for 7 years. It sucks living here with a shit ton of preppy ass girls who listen to 1D and 5sos. I've always been the outcast, that's probably one of the reasons why I haven't been adopted yet. They always tell me how I'm a freak and that I should kill myself. That's one of The reasons why I'm suicidal.

I felt tears gather in my eyes, it's too early to think about this I thought, it's 4:00 am and the rest of the girls are asleep. I grabbed my tiny box with a lock on it and ran to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door then slid down it. I yanked my necklace off my neck, which had a bunch of very important charms to me and most importantly, the key to this box. I unlocked the box and looked into it. There was a picture of my birth parents, the Winters, a package of 10 black sharpies, and a locket my brother gave me for my 6th birthday with a picture of my brother on one side and a picture of me on the other side.  I put the picture and necklace on the floor and open the door to the secret compartment at the bottom of the box. There was a pack of marble red short cigarettes, 50 dollars folded up next to it, and a black lighter. I picked up the cigarettes and saw what I've used to escape my life, three shiny silver razor blades.

I started to cry even more, I pushed up the sleeves of my sweater and saw all my scars. There were horizontal cuts all the way up and down my arm from wrist to elbow crease, a few up and down cuts from where things got really bad, and some diagonal ones.

I thought to myself, I'm the stupidest goddamn person ever, but I don't care anymore. There's no chance of me ever finding happiness in this place, so I find happiness threw my blades.

I threw everything back into the box and slammed it on the ground. I got up and walked over to the sink with a mirror in front of it. I looked in the mirror and saw myself. I'm so ugly it hurts. I saw my greasy, long, emo and blue hair cascading over my shoulders. Damn I need to wash my hair. There was eyeliner running down my very white, and very pale face. I decided I need to shower.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw that all of the girls were still asleep, I walked to my bed and pulled out the box with all my clothes in it. I grabbed my Pierce the Veil sweater and a pair of very tight, very black skinny jeans and headed back to the bathroom. I threw my stuff down on the counter and turned the shower on. I stripped out of my Blink 182 t-shirt and sweats and hopped in. The water was semi warm, semi cold. I quickly washed my hair and body. I turned the water off grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around myself. I made sure the bathroom door was still locked and got dressed. I looked back in the mirror at my ugly pale face and sighed. Only if I was pretty like other girls. I blowdryed my blue hair and straightened it.

I walked back into the room, the other 4 girls I shared my room with were still asleep. I grabbed my earbuds and iPod from between my mattress and box spring and played my music playlist. The Black by Asking Alexandria came on and I layed down and listened. As my music played I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.