Adopted || Johnny Depp

One

pic// rayne

"No!" I yelled, running up the stairs. She reached over the railing, her arm latched onto my hand, pulling me back down. She grabbed a handful of my hair, keeping me in place.

"Just try some!" She urged, trying to open my mouth. When I didn't open up, she went for my nose, I elbowed her in the side. I slipped out from her hands, she let out a gasp, as the white powder spilt all over the stairs.

"Mom, I will never do drugs! I told you this!" I screamed through my sobs. I hated drugs and what they did to people; especially my mother.

"When will you listen? It will make you're life whole sweetie." My mom said. I shook my head.

"No, it doesn't. It destroys you, that's what happened. That's why dad left us, because you're a stoned putz!" I screamed. I had never been so cruel towards my mother. She came rushing up the stairs, her hand glided right across my pale skin.

"Go to your room, now! Your such a little bitch! No dinner and i'm going out!" She shouted, before turning and walking out the front door. I stood there in shock for awhile. She hit me. Bliss Wilson hit me. My mother has never laid a hand on anyone or anything; ever.

I decided against cleaning up the mess, there was no point. She'll probably come home and dig it out of the trash anyways. Its better she use it when it's not just poisonous to ones body, but also littered with bacteria.

I walked upstairs to my room, laid on my bed, remembering the first time my mom tried to pressure me into drugs. I told her no and she said okay, but these last few moths her 'persuasions' have gotten more violent. This was by far the worst.

A tear trickled down my face, but I quickly wiped it off. I sat up, getting an idea. I had no idea why I didn't think of it before. I was going to run.

If I leave then I won't have to deal with my wackjob of a mother.

I smiled, standing up. I went over to my closet and grabbed all my clothes, stuffing them into my blue suitcase. I grabbed a few pairs of my shoes, and my makeup. Also, my picture of me and my dad. I then grabbed my money from the drawer and my purse. I ran down the stairs, then outside. I called a cab to take me to the bus station.

"Thank you." I told the driver. He smiled and drove away.

I walked inside the building, getting into the small line. My turn came around and the guy asked me where I wanted to go, I knew exactly.

"Nevada." I said proudly, giving the man the money. He handed me my ticket. I went and found my bus. I gave the driver my ticket and went back into the middle section, sitting down.

We started driving, slowly gaining speed. I plugged in my headphones, blasting Bring Me The Horizon. Oh, Oliver makes my heart melt.

I could tell people were annoyed that they could hear faint screaming, coming from the 'emo' girl sitting by herself. I laugh at that title. Yes, I am a free spirit as they say, but damn do I love bands. They keep me together. Without these bands, I wouldn't be so creative.

Music was the only thing that kept me from murdering myself under my mother's roof. I hated it there and whenever I got mad, or sad, I'd put in my headphones. To either cry, or punch my pillow, sometimes both. Although, when the next day rolled in, I was smiling again.

My mom always says "be happy even in the worst of times." I do try, but that last time I just couldn't handle it anymore, that's why I was leaving.

It was starting to get hot in the bus, so I pulled down my window. That wasn't enough for me to cool down either, so I tapped the girls shoulder in front of me. She spun around taking out one of her headphones. She looked my age. She was very pretty, and had blonde hair. She was skinny, and she was wearing a Nirvana shirt. She also had dark, black eye-shadow all the way around her eyes. You'd think she'd scare the hell out of people, but she wasn't frightening to me. She was enchanting.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Can you roll down your window, please? Its hot in here." I asked.

She looked at me curiously, then she raised her eyebrow, like she got an idea. She looked to me, to the old man to her right, then back to me again.

"Only if I can sit with you." She said. I did really like the luxury of my own seat, but it was really hot and I needed more air.

"Yeah, sure." I said, she smiled widely, slid down her window, then tapped on the guy.

"Move, uncle Pete." She said, he moved a little so she could slide over the back of the seat falling into mine. I caught her as she was headed for the floor.

"Thank you!" She breathed, I laughed a little at the wild girl. She got situated, then buckled her seatbelt. I was going to turn back to my music when she spoke again.

"I'm Taylor. Taylor Momsen." She said, putting her frail hand in front if my face. I took it and smiled.

"I'm Rain. Rain Wilson." I said. She nodded and kept up the conversation.

"Favorite band?" She asked. I smiled widely. She had caught my interest now.

"Bring Me The Horizon!" I said, she laughed and I gave her a questioning look.

"What?" I asked, she just laughed even more. What was so funny? I had no idea.

"You're adorable!" She giggled. I smiled and thanked her.

"How about you though?" I asked.

"Motionless In White, duh." She said, like it was obvious.

"Cool, their good, but Oli is better." I said, her smiled dropped instantly.

"Take that back!" She squeaked, I shook my head. She playfully hit my arm.

"Sorry, but its the truth." I shrugged.

"Don't talk to me unless you're going to take back that offensive comment." She joked.

"I can't do that, but I'll talk to you in about twenty minutes when you get really bored and forgive me." I said, her jaw dropped.

"Bitch." She laughed, her mouth still hanging wide open.

I smirked and put my headphones back in. I couldn't wait until we got to Nevada, beautiful Nevada. I closed my eyes, hoping that this ride wouldn't be that long. Before I knew it, I was sucked into the darkness they call slumber.