ABIGAIL'S POV
I sat there, in my room. It wasn't pretty at all. I shared room with some random brat from India. I didn't know much about her, but we never spoke so I guess she doesn't want anyone to know.
"Abi! Come here!" The caretaker smiles. "You have fifteen minutes to shower on, starting now."
We had schedules for everything. 'Everything has to go smooth' they blamed it on.
I know what they really want. Control. They're control freaks.
I pause Guns for Hands and head to the showers. I stripp and jump in the warm water. I wash myself and step out wrapping myself in the towel.
"Abigail hurry up you're 8 minutes over!!"
I roll my eyes and put some clothes on. I look down at my Fall Out Boy tee and smile.
"Abigail!!!!!" Shit, she's really pissed now.
"What?" I sass as I go out and meet her gaze.
"Abigail! No dinner."
I was used to this. Thats also why I'm almost anorexic. I sass them way too much.
"Don't I need food for tomorrows' open house'?"
"No," The caretaker hisses. "No one will adopt you anyway."
I feel this black hole in my chest. It's true.
I go to bed early and cry myself to sleep.
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"And you never put the safety on--" I press snooze on my phone and curl up again, trying to get back to sleep.
"Abigail, put some clothes on, look normal for once." The stupid caretaker says.
With a smirk I jump outta bed and start brushing my hair, teasing it as usual.
When I decided that I looked emo and dark enough I walked down.
Many people where there, standing in a line, facing the other line of kids. I see a kind of familiar face. I shrug it of and stand in the line. The man's curious eyes land on me, and I ignore it.
Wait. Thats Tyler from Twenty One Pilots. I'm nearly fainting. Keep yourself up goddammit Abigail!!
"Step to the child you'd want." The grown ups move unsyncronized to their future kid. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look back and see Tyler there, smiling an adorable smile. I grin widely.
"Now you can take a seat and question the child."
Me and Tyler walks up to my room. I sit on my bed and Tyler infront of me on the floor.
"Soooo, whats your name?"
"Well, I'm Abigail." I smile. "And you are Tyler Joseph from Twenty One Pilots."
"Nice to find that you have great taste in music!" He chukled. "Do you play any instruments?"
"I sing..."
"Wow thats amazing!" Tylers face lights up. "Sing something!"
I shake my head nervously. I can't infront of Tyler!!
"Be the one, be the one,
To take my soul and make it undone." Tyler sings."Be the one, be the one,
To take me home and show me the sun." I sing with him."And I know, I know,
That you could bring the fire, I could bring the bones." We sing together."See, I told you you could sing!" Tyler grins. "I'll be the one, be the one to take you home and show you the sun." He adds. "Pack your bags Abi, you're coming home with me."
"Are you joking?"
"No." His smile goes serious. "Or don't you want to come home with me?"
"Nonono!!! I'd love to." I smile and hug him. After a couple a seconds his arms wrap around me too.
"Let's bust you outta here." We walk down to the reception.
"I want Abigail!" Tyler gives the receptionist a half smile.
"Oh, I sorry, another family just called. They wanted Abigail too."
Tylers smile dropps into a frown.
"But I got her first!!" He uses the 3 year old child logic.
"But they an offer more money."
"I can offer more money than you'll ever expect. Abi is mine." Tyler is starting to get mad. But his soft and protective grip of my hand remains. I decide to butt in.
"But isn't it my choice? I'm no fucking robot. I'm going home with Tyler."
"I guess you are then." The receptionist sighs.
"Let's go pack your things then, Abi." Tyler pulls me up to my room again. I love that he calls me Abi, it makes me feel more relaxed.
"Good speech." He whispers to me.
"I'm just so fucking tired of people ordering me around like a robot."
"Yeah. No one is going to do that in the TOP household."
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Adøpted By Twenty Øne Piløts
RandomAbigail is only three when her parents died in a horrible plane crash. Soon she was sent to an orphanage. Listening to the emo quarters music she knew TOP and loved them. What if TOP came to her rescue?