Adopted By Sleeping With Sirens

The Story of My Life Gives Me Hope

*Flash back*
"You're ugly, worthless, stupid, emo, and you're the biggest slut I have ever known!" My father yelled at me as he smacked me in between each word.

"I-I know." I gasped out as pain flared in my arm. I think it's broken, nothing that has never happened before. I closed my eyes to block out the pain, my father, and my life. I wanted to live in a world where no one could hurt me, where I was free to live and be happy all the time. I know I was stupid to even dream of something like this but it's what I had always wanted. The beating went on for a few more hours until he got tired, he would use knives, whips, anything that could possibly hurt me in anyway possible. I layed still to make sure that he was done and wouldn't be coming back to kill me. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked around the dark room I was in, my torture room is what it really was. Slowly I stood up and limped into the bathroom to see the damage that was done. I looked into the mirror to find that I looked like a mess.

"Fuck!" I whisper yelled to myself as the stinging from all the cuts and marks came back. The shock wore off and pain took over my body. I closed my eyes tightly and gripped the side of the counter. I waited a minute before the pain past and then I opened my eyes again. I knew my father hated me and I had made my peace with it. Slowly I turned on the water with my hood hand and started to wash off the blood that caked my body and the metalic smell of blood. I hated how he made me look like a truck stop whore who was in a bad relationship with her landlord. I hated my self for believing that he would get better even though I knew he would never change. The blood was finally all washed off and I sighed as I felt cleaner, I felt like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. Quickly I made my way to my room and changed my clothes into a pair of dark skinny jeans, a black fall out boy sweater, and black combat boots. I left my hair down to hide most of my face and I grabbed my guitar case and quickly but quietly walked out of the front door. I made it outside with out walking up my bitch of a father and ran down the street. I ran towards an old park, people visited here all the time. It was a national park and very beautiful. I stopped my the middle of the park, green grass flowing and romping in the slight summer breeze that blew. It wasn't cold nor was it hot so wearing a sweater looked normal. I finally had feeling back in my arm, the good news was it wasn't broken,  the bad news was that there is a nasty looking bruise forming on it. I shook my head and gave a few strangers passing by a shy smile. I took out my guitar and started playing a few songs.

*songs she played*
:When you can't sleep at night- Of Mice & Men
:Beneath the skin- Memphis May Fire
:Better off dead- Sleeping with Sirens
:Bullet- Hollywood Undead
:Welcome to the black parade- My Chemical Romance
:Saviour- Black Veil Brides
:Hold on till may- Pierce the Veil

I loved to play, it made me feel like I was wanted. I loved when people would listen to me play and make donations to me for no reason other than them liking my music. I already played on YouTube but I never played in public much. YouTube had made me pretty famous and alot of people noticed me everywhere I go. I finished up playing my music and started to pack up my guitar. I picked up the case and started to walk down to the small pond at the base of the park. I didn't care that it had started to rain or that I was one of the only people left in the park, I only cared about not having to go back home for as long as possible. My dad was probably up and pissed beyond belief, I couldn't really care less than I already did. There was no love for my dad or mom or any of my family. They all new I was being abused and no one has ever done anything to stop it. I sighed as I sat down by the crystal clear water and looked into it. If I died right here and right now no one would even care, no one would have to know because it's like I have fallen off the face of the earth already. People didn't even know I existed, they didn't know that we breathed the same air or that I walked the same streets as them. I wasn't a human in the eyes of anyone else, I was a pest, a disease that could just be ignored and everyone could pretend that it didn't exist.

"Hello?" I heard a voice call out. I remained still, hoping he would leave me alone if I didn't move. "Do you need help? Can you hear me?" He asked as he got closer. My breathing stilled as he touched my shoulder. "Miss?" He asked.

"Please stop touching me." I said, it came out barely above a whisper. His hand retreated and he took a seat next to me.

"Hello, my name is Jacob. What's yours?" He asked as he turned slightly to face me.

"Riot." I said quietly. I didn't want to talk to this kid, I didn't know him and he didn't know me. I wanted him to leave.

"That's a cool name, it's pretty but shows people that your independent." He commented, I was independent, I was weak and needed someone to hold me and tell me it was all going to be ok. I wanted someone to hang on to me and never leave my side.

"Thank you." I said. I felt my cheeks get warm. I was blushing, I don't blush.

"How old are you? I am 14." He said. His voice wasn't to deep but also wasn't high and squeeky.

"12." I said. I saw him look at me for a few seconds before he turned his head away and looked back at the pond. I turned to face him and finally got a good look at him. He had dark green eyes that looked like a pine colour, he looked to be fairly tall but had a good muscular build to him. His hair was a dark brown almost black with natural light brown and blonde high lights in it. He was definitely attractive. I noticed he was staring right back at me.

"You're really pretty." He said happily. I blushed hard and turned my head away.

"Thank you, your not so bad yourself." I mumbled shyly. I heard him chuckle as he grabbed my hand. He pulled me up and we both smiled as we faced each other.

"Here's my number, call me sometime?" He asked as he handed me a folded up peice of paper. I nodded as he pecked me on the cheek and gently pulled away. That day I felt the smallest shred of hope work it's way into my heart. That day, Jacob and I talked hours apon hours for the next 8 months. Until one day he moved away and left me with no hope and nothing to hold onto at night, I was left alone with only his number to talk to every once in a while. Of course there was a few calls made back and fourth between us, but I have not seen him in 6 months.

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