Fire Fuels The Flame.

Child Services? Really?

Ericas POV

"Shes awake..!" I hear a doctor say. Its a girl.

"Ugh... What..Brooklyn.. Oh she's going to fu--"

"Calm down!" The doctor interrupts me. I'm in a section where there's walls and a pull-back curtain.

"Where the heck is Brooklyn?! I'm going to kill her!" I say almost jumping out of the bed. The doctor grabs my arms.

"Miss. Please calm down. I know your angry but please do not result to violen--" I punch her in the face and get up. I pull the IV out of me and everything else attached to me and look around.

The doctor grabs my arm and pulls me towards her. She pokes a needle into my arm. I try to pull away as the weird substance gets injected into my body. I feel a little light headed.

"Let me go!" I say as loud as I can.

The doctor helps me back onto the bed and I shut my eyes.

"Good.. Now what is your last name Erica?"

"I.. dont have one." I say, calming down.

"You should.." the doctor protests.

"Well I don't so leave me be." I say, getting irritated.

"Then I have no choice but to give you all to child services." The doctor says sternly.

"Then do it. I'll just break out anyways." I say back.

"You little twit.." I hear the curtain being pulled back a little and I hear his footsteps leave my section.

--(Time-Skip)--

I wake up in a white room. It has no windows. It's kinda dark. I hit what I think is a lamp next to me. I try to turn it on. The light flicks on and the room turns yellowish from the lamp.

"Ugh.." I feel drowsy.

"Mikayla's probably already killed her doctor.." I chuckle at the thought as I say it aloud. I get up, pulling a IV thingy with me. I try to open a door. Nope. I picture the door saying: Not today Erica.

I sigh as I open the next door. A washroom. I step inside the small thing and look at the mirror in front of me.

I look at my crazy braided crown hair. Yikes. I try to fix it. My hair is so dry.. What the heck happened to it..?

I look at my face. I have a bandage above my right eyebrow. I look at myself. I have a bandage on my neck that has a blood stain, I'm in horrible hospital clothes. Ugh. I have a few cuts on my arms along with small  bandages. My legs have lots of cuts on them.

How did I end up this bad? Did I fall out of the truck?

---(Three-Days-Later)--
Mikaylas POV

"Child Services, Really?" Mikayla whines.

"We had no choice girls, you should have told us you last names." Doctor Ken says.

"WE DON'T HAVE ANY!!!" We all yell at the doctor. Right now we're just crowded around the doctor as he gets us ready to give us to Child Services.

"That's why your going to child services because you have no parents or guardian." He crosses his arms.

I sigh as he leads us to the woman with ugly red crazy hair and a black/redish pantsuit.

She wraps her arm around me. I slap her. She removes her arm from me.

We leave the hospital and she leads us to a grey van. I sit in the very back with Erica. Brooklyn & Trinity sit in the middle bit white the weird girl sits in the front with Emily. We buckle our seat belts in.

The van drives out of the hospital parking lot and down a street to a high way.

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A/N

Child Services Away!

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