Great. Another day on this stupid planet. I got up and made sure I wasn't up to early. Nope it's 5:10 a.m. Just enough time to get ready for basketball practice. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and put on sweats and a t-shirt. I grabbed my water bottle and put on my shoes before grabbing my basketball bag and leaving.
I walked into the locker room and the girls all just looked at me. I shifted uncomfortably before slipping my sweats off to show my shorts. I put my practice jersey on and my basketball shoes. By now everyone left. Not shocked. They all hate me. I quickly entered the gym and started my warm ups. 3 times around the court with the ball and then dot drill. The dot drill is a jumping exercise. I suck at it. I suck at a lot of this stuff. I mean I'm good on the court with stealing but that's it.
Practice was half way done when we all started scrimmaging. I guarded a girl named Taylor and while she came down the court with the ball her hand flew up and hit my jaw locking it up! I started to cry as a pain jolted through my mouth and throat. "Serves you right for missing those layups bitch." Taylor whispered as she walked by. Coach blew the whistle and we started running. Afterwards we had to make 5 free throws and then we could leave. I made 2 before everyone else was gone. Coach came over and started correcting me. "You have the perfect spot you just need to figure out the strength needed." I nodded trying to keep all the pain hidden. "Asylum are you okay?" She finally asked. I nodded again. "Your jaw line looks swollen." I shook my head scared to talk. I made my 5 shots and left. I went back to the locker room and kept the pain hidden. I wanna die. I wanna die. Why am I not dead yet?
"Oh look she came to school." The murmurs continued. I want my brother. I want to hug him and have him tell me everything is alright. But no, I'm a 13 year old suicidal freak who can't do anything right! I could feel the frustration run through my blood. I quickly calmed myself down and entered the classroom.
Zayn's P.O.V.
"Boys I have some news for you. You are going to adopt a little girl." Simon says. "I have her picked out already and she is very talented. You will pick her up at 6 tonight." The boys and I groaned. "Why Uncle Simon?" Louis groaned. "Maybe for responsibility." Simon shot back. I agree with him. It won't be so bad having a daughter or little sister. "Which one of you wants to be her guardian?" Simon asked and everyone looked my way. "Fine ill be her dad." I sighed. "Okay. Here's the address I want to meet her tomorrow morning at 9." Simon handed us the address and we left after saying goodbye.
Asylums P.O.V.
Run. I told myself. Quick, they are coming. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING?" A girl shouted starting to chase after me. I ran faster. I'm really fast. And right now I'm happy I am. I got the the orphanage and sighed in relief. "Asylum your getting adopted. Go get your stuff." Mary said. I looked at her confused. "That's not possible. Besides unless its Ed I don't wanna be adopted." I crossed my arms stubbornly. Mary said, "These boys might be able to get you back to Ed even if you don't think so." I groaned. "Go pack babes." She whispered. I nodded and left.
6. Here it goes. I went downstairs to see 5 boys that I haven't seen in about 2-3 years. "Asylum?" Niall asked shocked. I looked at him and I could feel anger rush through my veins. They left me. Just like Ed! The rest of the boys turned around. "Asylum is that you?" Liam asked. "No it's Sherlock Homes!" I glared. "We will talk about this more in the car are you ready?" Zayn asked. I shook my head. "If you really think I'm going with you, your crazy!" Zayn stepped towards me and I back away. "Come on love." He whispered. Zayn. The one I thought would never leave me. "You promised." I said quietly. "YOU PROMISED!" I shouted. I fell on the floor and cried. Zayn picked me up and took me to the car. Harry had my stuff. Louis started driving and then I started having a panic attack. I can't breath. "Come on Asylum breath. In through your nose out through your mouth." The next part of my attack started. I was shaking. "Just let her be. She always has them remember? She does best when no one tries to help." Niall said. Zayn stopped trying and soon I had myself crying again. After a while I ended up passing out.
Niall's P.O.V.
Now I feel like shit. We left her. She trusted us. You see a long time ago Ed had us watch her for a month when he was away. She knew that she was going to be put up for adopted soon. She asked us not to let that happen. Zayn promised her he wouldn't let that happen, that he would always be there for her.
We arrived home and I picked Asylum up and took her inside. I placed her on the couch and we started cooking dinner.
