❤Adopted by Antisepticeye❤

❤Life as you Know it❤

(Your Back story this is actually my back story but I'm gonna use y/n)

Your name is y/n. You parents were drug addicts so they acted two faced. One minute they were giving you hugs and kisses but the next they were drowning you in the bathtub as punishment. You were confused, but you loved them with all your heart. Your family was worried about you so they called DCS. You were taken away from your birth parents now you go from house to house, staying then leaving to go to a different house. The only thing keeping you going was the hope of being able to live with your birth parents whom you loved dearly.

(Note I didn't have abusive foster parents y/n does in the story)

(Y/n POV)

"Y/n! Get your lazy ass out of bed before I drag you out!" Said Mr.Walter. That's my foster dad, I hate him. "Coming~" I said in a sincerely cheerful voice because if I don't I know what will happen. I got dressed and walked into the living room where I saw him standing with a belt. "You are going to be having new foster parents, if you so much as think of telling them what I've done to you, you know what will happen." He said eyeing me like a hawk. "Yes sir" I replied. "Good, I'm going to make sure you know" he said with an evil grin. I knew what he meant. I instinctively ran into my room and locked the door. I heard him pound on it with all his force. "Y-y-yes sir?" I said waiting for him to say something. "You better open this god damn door before I break it down!" He growled. "Please don't hurt me," I pleaded. I knew he would break it down if I didn't open it so I unlocked it. I curled up into a ball waiting to embrace the pain that lurked ahead. He stomped over to me, I squeezed my eyes shut and cried. I felt the belt leave brand like markings all down my back, the metal bruise my soft pale skin. I stayed quiet though, I didn't scream or anything. I have grown used to this kind of torture, it has been going on for six months. After he was done he locked me in my room. I walked unsteadily to my bathroom and saw the kitchen knife I snuck in there. I lost all sense of control (this happens to me) , its like I wasn't doing it, like something was controlling me. After I started to control my state of mind, I see cuts all down my legs.

I hid the knife and put on some long sweatpants to hide them. I got on my phone and played 'Hey there Delilah' (the song my birth dad used to sing to me). I felt a tear stream down my face. I cried because this song feels like one long lie but so true at the same time. It was like a promise my dad could never keep. ♪ We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good♪ that's when I broke down. I knew this would never come true. I curled up into a ball and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to Mr.Walter screaming at me. "Yes sir" I said. "Your new foster parents are here!" He yelled. I packed my stuff up and double checked for the things that were important. 1) My birth parent photograph 2) My Nana's pillow pet 3) My Nana's jewelry box. Those were the only memories I still had of my old family.

I pulled my suit case down to the front door where I saw a guy with green hair. Who the fuck gives a kid to a guy with green hair, its just so unprofessional. "Hello lass, I'm Sean, what might your name be?" He said in a sincere tone with an Irish accent. I was nervous, I know how this goes. Good first impression with the adults Is all you need. If they think your good with kids, that's all that matters, it doesn't even matter what the kid thinks. I didn't respond because I was scared. "Y/n! Answer him!" Mr.Walter demanded. "Y/n," I said quickly, I was scared of Sean but I was more scared of Mr.Walter.

"Hello y/n! Are you ready to go?" He said in a rushing voice. "Y-yes sir," I said nervously. He took my bag and put it in the back of his car. He opened the passenger seat for me and I crawled in. After he finally got in the car we drove off. Could Sean be worse than my past foster dads? Will he find a worse way to torture me? They always seem to. "So y/n are you hungry?" Mr.Sean said breaking the silence. "Listen, you can give up the act! I know what's going to happen! Your going to tell me as soon as we walk in your house that if I don't do as I'm told you are going to make sure I'll regret it! I'm not that naive!" I bursted out of anger. He gave me a confused look. "Are you okay?" He said in a gentle voice. "I'm not hungry..." I replied not answering his second question. I looked out the window making sure he wouldn't see my tears. I fell asleep.