Adopted by Brendon Urie

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"Claire you have to stop moving." I smiled at the small child as she bounced around.

"But I just can't stop moving. One of us is going to get a new mommy or daddy today!" It made me upset that such a small child had to know depressing thoughts like that.

I smiled anyway. "Or both. I'm sure it's gonna be you Claire." I held her tiny hand, as it barely wrapped around three of my fingers.

Claire looked adorable with her blonde curls, pink dress, and tiny white sandals.  She smiled at me, her tiny teeth like little white pearls. "You too, Max! You're bona get a mommy or daddy too! I just know it!"

I knelt down to her height as we reached the main hall. "Honey, nobody wants a big girl like me, they want someone like you."

She crossed her arms over her chest sassing me. "I am a big girl!"

"Yes, I know." I sighed, standing up. "Go outside and play with Margret and Sami."  I watched her run outside to all of the other children. They all looked adorable, dressed in dresses, button downs, and all looking relatively proper for the people coming to adopt. I looked down at my faded blue jeans and grey shirt. I had given up trying.

The doorbell rung and I answered. "Are you here to adopt?" I smiled at he man. HE nodded. "I'll take you to Ms.Brandt's office. She'll probably have me take you outside.

I took him to Ms.Brandt's office, and just as I suspected, she had me take him outside to see the children.

I smiled at him. "Have fun, take your pick." I started to walk away.

"You aren't up for adoption?" He raised his eyebrows, and smiled at me.

"I gave up hope a long time ago." I walked to my tree away from everyone else, and started to climb. Adoption days always made me feel disconnected, and upset.

*****

A couple hours later one of the children came up to my tree "Ms.Brandt wants to talk to you." 

I tried not to show any emotions. She was probably gonna tell me to pack for one of the smaller children who were adopted by the man. I hopped down from the tree unwisely. The drop was about six feet. I landed sideways on my ankle, and fell to the ground in pain. I always acted stupid on adoption days. I blamed the pain of seeing another child leave.

I lay on the ground in too much pain to move. The emotional pain on top of the physical pain was just to much for me today. I started to bawl like one of the younger children. my tears were causing me to choke, but  ignored as more tears kept falling. I felt my anxiety starting to kick in, and I let myself become overwhelmed, until I passed out from emotional exhaustion.

*****

"Maxima, answer me." Ms. Brandt spoke sternly. I halfway sat up, propping myself on my elbows. She looked at me, then sighed. "Don't scare us like that. You never came to my office. We were worried."

I noticed the man next to me only after he spoke. "Is your ankle okay?"

I couldn't muster up the strength to answer. Ms. Brandt examined it then gave me a sideways look. "What happened?" I shrugged. "well, we'll take care of that later." She looked at the man. "Should I tell her, or you?" 

Tell me what? I thought.

She looked at me again. "Max, you've been adopted." I passed out again.

I blame the pain.

*****

I woke up an hour later, in the man's car, the man gently shaking my shoulder. I sat up and notice gauze around my ankle.

"Hey, we're home. I have some people I want you to meet." He smiled at me.

"What should I call you?" I looked at him. It was just a look. No emotion behind it.

"Call me Brendon." He smiled again, walking out to my side of the car, and helping me walk with my bad foot.

*****

I heard banging as soon as the door opened and a flu grown, very tall man ran forward like a dog, greeting us. "What's the surprise? You said that there was a surprise.

The room quickly filled with grown men acting like children. Brendon shushed them all and helped me get inside. "You guys are all uncles." He said it nonchalantly.

They all freaked out. "What?" I couldn't help feeling the same way.

"This is Maxima, my daughter. I just adopted her." He grind at them and I was swarmed with smiles, and hugs, all at once.

I started to hyperventilate, and curled up int a ball, trying to to cry. There wasn't enough air. I needed more air. I couldn't survive. I was back in the crash.

I cried out, not saying anything in particular, but making incomprehensible noise that filled the air.

Everyone backed up, and Brendon knelt by my side. "Are you okay?" He whispered. I shook my head. I was so used to being strong, and everything today was tearing me apart. I wanted my parents back. I needed someone to hold me, like my father did. I wanted to feel my mother's soft hands stroking my hair, as I played with the silver pendant that she always wore. I wanted to hold my sister's hand as she slept in her crib. But I couldn't do any of those things, because they were all gone. 

Brendon held me in his lap and pet my hair, over and over, holding my hand. Somehow he knew that it was what I needed. I slowly let get tears roll down my cheeks as I fell asleep again.

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