One Shots ; D.H

Adoption

WARNING: nothing other than a possible trigger

You are 18 years old.

Your birthday was yesterday. Today is your last day in the orphanage. They told you this morning, that if no one adopts you by tomorrow night, you were getting kicked out.

You lived at the orphanage since age 8.

Sadly.

Every time people walked in, you hoped and you prayed that maybe someone would see you. Would notice you. Would see this broken little girl and would actually love her unlike her real parents.

Your reason of being there was their doing.

*TRIGGER HERE*

Your father: an alcoholic. Druggie. He slept around with other women other than your mother. He hurt you...

Your mother: heartbroken, drunken mess. She drank and drank. She blamed your father for everything and not only was he hurting you but she was too.

*Trigger over*

You had no siblings. There was no contact information for other family members. Hearing this information at the age of 15, you hoped someone was looking for you.

You hated your parents. They never loved you. They may have in the beginning, but from the age of 6 to 8, your life was a living nightmare.

Currently, you're taking care of the younger children in the orphanage. Playing with them, keeping them safe, making them have a great time despite the fact they have no parents. The children loved you. Some considered you their mother or sister.

Today was officially your last day. Your last night to have somewhere to sleep and if no one took you in by tomorrow night... You were to live on the streets.

"Y/N, come see what I drew!" Alice said while tugging on your shirt. Alice was one of your favourite kids at the orphanage. She is four years old and shares the same birthday as you.

You decided, as she takes you away from everyone else to show you her drawing, that you were going to tell her what was going to happen.

"Look look!" she says and hands you a piece of paper. You kneel to her size and let her point out what everything was.

"This is you," she says pointing to a tall stick figure with Y/H/C, "and this me." she says pointing at the shorter stick figure with brown hair.

"What's this?" you ask and point at something that possibly resembled a building.

"That's our home!" she says happily.

"Our home?" you question while smiling at her.

"Yeah!" she says then suddenly becomes shy.

"What's wrong Alice?" you ask as you sit down on the floor.

"Well...." she starts.

"I'm listening." you say.

"I'm scared that I might never have a mommy and a daddy." she says then sniffles as a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Oh Alice." you say and grab her. "You will have a mommy and a daddy. You will one day." you say.

"Really?" she asks and looks at you.

You nod your head. "Then... Why don't you have a mommy and daddy, Y/N?" she asks confused.

"I did," you start, "but they never truly loved me so I ended up here." you say.

She nods then looks down. After a few seconds she looks up again. "Y/N?"