Adopted (A Yogscast Fanfiction) #discontinued#

Chapter 1

*Warning Some people may find scenes in this chapter triggering*

Ugly

Alone

Never loved

Hated by everyone

Nerd

I think to myself as the blade touches my skin, creating a satisfying tingle of pain run through my body, another cut, blood begins seeping out, running down my leg, another cut, the bleeding continues, pain hurdling though my body, they are deep, maybe too deep, I don't care.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Aimee, people are here for choosing, be in the main hall in 5 minutes please" Mrs.Hill's kind voice echoes at the door to my bathroom, the room I'm sitting in

"Yes miss, I will be down by then" I reply, placing the blade gently on the ground, waiting until I hear her walk away to attempt to stand up, my legs shaking slightly.

After hiding my knife I bandage my thighs, to make sure they do not bleed though my trousers, I normally wouldn't bother but If I want to get out of this hell hole It's the least I can do to look presentable.

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"It took you long enough Miss.Jones" Mrs. Handsoth snaps, pushing me into the line of girls, hoping to be chosen by the family.

I put my hands in my hoodie pockets, waiting, I smile down at the large logo imprinted on the top, It was the only clothing item I was aloud to buy online, A yogscast hoodie, I have had it for about 2 years now, and it looks a bit battered, but I got it in a medium so It still fits me.

Eventually I end up at the front of the line, not really paying attention to anything

"This is Aimee Jones, she is 15 years of age and I am terribly sorry she didn't attempt to get properly dressed this morning" Mrs. Handsoth says, glaring at me, after a long pause she then says "Okay miss Jones, go back to your room, it's clear these people are not interested" In a harsh way, I roll my eyes and walk off

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Strumming gently on my acoustic guitar and singing 'How do I craft this again', by Inthelittlewood to myself, I don't notice the knock on my door, until people walk in that is, I immediately stop and almost chuck my guitar away from myself, The social workers here do not appreciate guitars, well musical instruments in general really.

When I look up, Mrs.Handsoth Is giving me the dirtiest look that exists, I immediately avoid eye contact

"Miss Jones, the adopters wants to see you" She mumbles, walking out.

The door opens slowly, only to reveal the people I had never even imagined I would ever see in my entire life

Lewis and Simon