Adopted by Dan and Phil

Introduction

MAIN CHARACTER PICTURED ABOVE^^^

The girl in room 2-325, floor -3, lay under a thin, ragged blanket on the floor, the eyes behind her thick eyelids moving sluggishly side to side, lost in the nonsensical sphere of the ever-wistful.

She was petite, only an inch over five feet, with hair spread dark on the ground and over her pale, sweaty face, her lips pressed together, her jaw firmly set in her sleep.

She had no piercings.

The girl looked to be seventeen.

Aside from innumerable scars on her forearms and her thighs, her skin had the quality one might find in a shag carpet.

Yet she was only a day over her fourteenth birthday.

On her concave stomach, her cheek pressed against the chilly floorboards and her arms and legs stuck out at odd angles so that not all of her was covered by the blanket - which provided little to no cover in the first place - the girl shivered in a baggy T-shirt, jeans, and dirty Converse.

Her eyes fluttered open and she focused them on the pages of a book that lay open beside her, what she had been reading before she dozed off.

She didn't have to look at the print to know what it read - she'd practically memorized the text - an autobiography of her idols.

The pages were torn and tattered and spat on.

She knew she'd ought to have hidden the book, but, instead, she'd left it under her blanket.

Hindsight was worth as much as foresight, in this occasion, because she'd likely buy more of the author's merchandise, and now she'd learned her lesson.

Better thus than anything she'd purchase in a few hours.

Tomorrow the existence of the authors would be confirmed to her by none other than themselves, and where they'd be she could replace what was lost to her, and it'd mean more to her as well.

It was early Saturday morning, around two o'clock, and TATINOF wasn't scheduled until later that day, slightly more than sixteen hours from just then, and that would last a good two hours, but, then again, that wasn't the only event she'd be attending, and although she was anticipating TATINOF with a passion that could be overzealous, meeting them in person after the show was the only thing supplying a reason to go on those past few weeks.

That morning, she tried to tell herself she was safe - from those who'd expressed their violent jealousy early on - for the time being, but her mind refused to accept it, in spite of the fact that her door was padlocked and what she'd bought as an addition online could sustain serious damage before it gave way.

For the millionth time her hand traveled to the grip of the log metal baseball bat she kept next to her at night, and wondered whether she might need it before TATINOF this afternoon.

'No,' she determined. 'They've all been out late last night.

'They'll have been exhausted when they got back, and want to sleep the day through.'

With this thought, she closed her eyes once more.

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