Adopted-Brendon Urie

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"Layla, get up! We have people coming later! Not like they'd want to adopt your ugly ass anyways." Page screamed at me.

Uuugh. Let me introduce myself. My name is Layla, I'm 10 years old, I have lived at the orphanage since I was 4, and I've given up all hope for being adopted. Who wouldn't if they weren't adopted for 6 years? And I have seizures where I stare off into space if I don't take my medicine.

I got up slowly and trudged to my bathroom, yet another couple is coming to adopt yet another kid that isn't me. I looked in the mirror and saw my rats nest I call my hair. I decided I'd brush it out and then take a shower. As soon as I get in I sigh at the feel of the hot water raining over me.

Once I get out of the shower I wrap a towel around my body, put a turban on my hair, and put on some makeup. I put on mascara, grey eye shadow (not dark, very light grey) that makes my green eyes pop, winged eyeliner, and a red/pink in between shade of matte lip stick. After makeup I move on to hair. I put my pastel blue hair into soft curls and wear a white flower crown around my head. Then brushed my teeth.

After I'm done with my hair,brushing my teeth, and makeup I move to my small box of clothes. After going through the few clothes I have I pick out a black full sleeve Panic! At The Disco sweatshirt, ripped skinny jeans, a pastel blue PATD bracelet and Black Rock•N•Roll bracelet. I grabbed my phone and took the case off, and instead replaced it with a blue and grey zig zag phone case.

Oddly enough I love Panic! At the Disco, but I don't know what the band looks like. The orphanage doesn't have wifi so I can't exactly look them up. One more reason I hate the orphanage.

As I was about to go down I thought about something. The treasure box. It's contents teasing my mind. No, they will be here soon. I run over to my box of clothes and pull out my black converse with black laces and slip them on. I decided I look presentable and headed downstairs for breakfast.

I don't get that hungry so I decide on just a glass of orange juice. Great. Orange juice right after I brushed my teeth, nice job Layla! Breakfast was over and the new couple were here. Huh, I guess what struck me as odd when the couple walked in was-it wasn't a couple like Page told me. It was a man.

The man had long black hair gelled back and brown eyes. He was wearing a white shirt and a black leather jacket, along with black skinny jeans. He was standing tall at about 5'9, and had half buff arms. He scared me because he reminded me of my dad, and I'm just afraid of men.

He looked at all of the kids, and when his eyes finally made contact with mine he gave me a warm smile. I just froze, scared of what was going to happen next. He started walking to the first kid, I think his name is Will, and took him into the next room with the door shut. When they came out Will was smiling and walked back to his room. After the seventh kid there was one more before me.

When it came my turn he walked up to me. I flinch when he comes up to me, he leaned down to my level and looked at me. I try to keep my head down so that he can't see my tears. I'm so afraid of men, it's all my fathers fault. After a second he says, "Hi, what is your name?" I look up just a bit and say, "Layla..."

He gets back up to his full 5'9, me being my 4'5, he was so much scarier when he was closer and standing all of the way up. I started to shake as tears started welling in my eyes, why am I so afraid?

The man looks at me and I just turn and run. I can't stand how much of a coward I am. I go into my room and lock my door breathing heavy, shallow breaths. I go over to my box of stuff and uncover my wooden box that has my blades in it. I unlock my bedroom door and grab my treasure box. I grab a blade out and go into the bathroom, making sure to lock my door, making 16 cuts one arm. I had to go and mess up my chance at being adopted! I'm such a coward...

As I moved onto my next arm I got up to 15 when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I open my wooden box and throw the blade in there. "Just a sec!" I hurried and covered up my arm with my sleeve, but not before taking a towel and washing it off a bit.

"Okay, take your time." Oh no. It was the guy that was adopting earlier. I instantly froze and stared wide-eyed at the door. "You ok in there?" He asked gently. I started shaking hard, and blood started dripping down my hand. I start having shallow breaths, and I go over to the wall and sit against it with my head in my arms on my knees.

The guy starts banging on the door, making me even more scared. "Stop it! Please please no!" I start screaming and cover my ears. Soon the door is broken down and the man comes running over to me. Fuck.

He puts his hands on my arms covering my ears and starts whispering, "Shhhh.... Shhhh it's going to be ok." After a while I start to relax a bit. A little bit. I look up at the man and see a kind expression. I'm still shaking and afraid though. "Hey, what's the matter?" He asks me. I reply in stutteing parts, "A-a-f-f-raid o-of men." He looks at me and a look of recognition came onto his face.

"Oh." Is all he says. I look back up at him, he's still holding my arms, but he's smiling. I just stare at him.

I remember my cuts and grip my sleeves so he doesn't see them. I've just made a fool out of myself, he'll never adopt me now, no one ever will. I'm going to be an orphan child and always be alone. I'm such a freak.

My eyes go blank and his smile fades and he asks me, "What?" I just stare blankly into the wall. My body starts to give up and I slouch, his hands that are gripping my wrist are the only thing holding my arms up in front of me. I start to slide down the wall sideways and I feel my head hit the ground.

"Layla! Layla!" I start to get distant, staring off into space. My sound and sight are still there, my mind just isn't. I'm still staring at the wall and Mrs.Kevins the mean orphanage owner comes to the door and says, "Don't worry, she's just spacing out. It happens a lot."

The man looks to the side over to her and says "Okay, could we be alone?" He puts my hands down and walks over to her whispering something in her ear while she nods and goes downstairs. The man picks me up bridal style while I'm still being mentally distant. He lays me down on what I think is my bed and strokes my hair.

After a second he starts to tell me about himself, "My name is Brendon and I'm 25. I'm in a band and we go on tour sometimes. My band mates are Dallon and Spencer. We always have fun. I need someone in my life- that's why I'm adopting." By the time he's done I have come back to a proper mental state, and I'm just staring at him.

He would never adopt you. He's too cool. You're just a worthless brat.

I hid my arms by crossing them, thank god he didn't notice. Then I asked him the important question, "Would you even consider adopting me, even though I'm so messed up?"

A/N: Picture at the top is Layla