Whos Sibling (BVB fanfic)

Foster Home

[Tiffany's POV]

I sit on the couch of the foster home and I have one earbud in. I'm listening to "Perfect Weapon" by Black Veil Brides. I have my eyes closed, getting lost into the music. I then feel this pain on my face, more descriptive, my eye. I open my unhurt eye and see that a girl with curly brown hair threw something at me. "Hey fag." I rolled my eye and look down, she threw a baseball at me. God, I hate her.

I hate everyone here. My name is Tiffany (never knew my last name), I have blond hair (that I'm going to die), green eyes, I'm anorexic, 17, and I live in a foster home. I get abused in this hell hole by everyone. Even the woman who owns it. Her name is Ms. Penelope. The bell rings which means its dinner time. I get up, put my iPod in my pocket, and go into the kitchen. I get one piece of pizza, some Cheetos, and then a cup of mnt. Dew.

I go to my room, lock it, then eat. After I eat, I go to my bathroom and throw up. I hate my life. If it wasn't for Black Veil Brides, I wouldn't be here. Who is my crush in BVB, CC. I don't know why, maybe I have a thing for crazy, loud, drummers. I laugh at my thought. I get up from the bathroom floor, and wash my mouth out.

Ms. Penelope yells, "EMO FAG! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!!" I do as she says. I go by that nickname with everyone around here.


[Penelope]

I get a phone call, damn it. I answer it in the sweetest voice possible, "Hello." A man on the other line speaks, "Hello, um... Is this the "sunny foster home" I nodded even though he couldn't see me, "Yes." He sounded happy, "Great, we will be there tomorrow to adopt a kid." I rolled my eyes, "Why did you call?" The guy sounded less happy, "I heard about this place, someone gave me the number, had to see if it was real." I was irritated, "Ok, see you tomorrow then." I hung up.

"EMO FAG! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!!" She comes to my office, "What do you want?!" I got up and pointed the spot in front of me, "Come the fuck here." She did as I was told. I hate kids, I don't even know why I wanted to own a foster home.. Oh right, money... I slapped the fag across her damn face. She got up, I pushed her into the wall and kicked her when she fell to the ground. As she tried getting up, I punched her in the stomach causing her to try and cover it.

When I got done, she laid there. "That was for disrespecting me. I was trying to be nice and tell you to get ready cause a family is coming, they might adopt you... So go and pack. But, looks like you didn't want to be nice." I will be glad when this bitch leaves... She needs to die and go to hell. She gets up from the ground, "You know what bitch, I'm tired of you always stomping me around. I'm excited to leave this fucking hell hole! Everyone is fucking me up and I'm treating me like shit!" I laughed, "You never learn, do you bitch?!" I grab her wrist and drag her to the kitchen. She starts screaming and stuff. I turn the stove on, you never learn, I grabbed a pick (for fire places) and set it on the fire for a bit. She tries getting away but can't. I get the pick and put it on her arm. She screams.

"HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, BITCH," I yell. I notice she's wearing shorts, I put the pick on her leg and she still screaming. I stop and throw the pick across the room and leave that fag on the floor. She is not a piece of shit, she's a bag of shit.

[Tiffany's POV]

I lay there crying with the burn marks all in my arms and legs. Everyone comes in laughing and saying mean things. I cry myself to sleep on the floor like that.