echo; adopted by twenty one pilots

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thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle.
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yelling. my mom is drunk again. what's new? i can hear every goddamn sound that comes out of these paper-thin walls.

it sounds like tonight is my turn to be hit. it's like clockwork. a routine. sky, juniper, me. sky, juniper me. sky is my sister. she's only seven and living in this hell hole. juniper is my brother. he is seventeen. he's named after a shrub.

i'm echo. i'm fourteen. what is there to know? i'm boring. i'm afraid of the dark. i supposedly have a good voice but you never know these days. people lie.

no, never mind. no one has complimented me since i was about four. sad, right? that could be a reason why my body is cursed with deep scars, old and new.

my imaginary introduction to absolutely nobody is cut off my an angry mom yelling up the stairs for me. i sigh.

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surprise! my mom beat me until i couldn't stand. but this time, in the midst of her full blown punches, a loud knock on the door happens.

"police! open up!" they yell. i sigh between sobs. i was hoping my mom would beat me until my heart didn't beat.

they rush in and immediately arrest my mom. they take my siblings and put them in a car to drive far, far away.

surprise! i never see them again. i am put into an ambulance all while people are asking me questions. i don't answer. i never answer to new people. i sit in silence until everyone eventually gives up.

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i am out of the hospital the next day. unfortunately i didn't get any severe injuries. what a shame.

i am driven home by a bald police officer who doesn't try to talk to me. good.

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i drag myself up the old wooden stairs and walk into my room. i grabbed a torn, black suitcase from the back of my messy closet and head over to my drawer.

i pull out as many shirts as can fit in my suitcase. i have a few twenty one pilots shirts that i bought using stolen money from school and my mom. i put on a full array of bracelets and wrist bands that go to my elbows. i got these off of ebay for really cheap. i then pull out my crusty old mascara that i've stopped wearing because it's washed off by my own tears every night anyways. i decide to just toss it. i grab a few more things including my floss box with my three razors in it. i cherish my floss box because no one suspects a thing.

i run downstairs, pulling on a thick black sweater and get into the back of the police car.

the bald police officer drops me off at the door of a brick building. i step back and read the sign:

mrs. karen's home for the disobedient and unfortunate

okay, that's just sad. i ring a buzzer and a couple seconds later, an old, scrawny women opens the door.

her smile immediately fades when she realizes that it's not an adult and she pulls a lit smoke out from behind the door. that fucking snake.

"what?" she asks in a snarky tone. i don't speak.

"oh, you're a mute, aren't you?" she glares. i shake my head.

"well if you're an orphan, get inside and sign some papers. if not, get lost." i nod and walk in.

she hands me a clipboard with a lot of words. i sigh.

last name: black
middle name: lane
first name: echo
date of birth: may 3rd, 2001
medical illness: none

none. like i said, people lie.

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woot! first chapter! i honestly didn't plan anything at all and this book is going to be crap so yay. also i'll probably use swears so if you aren't allowed to read or you don't like them, just don't continue. there will be tonssss of triggers so if you get triggered easily, please, just don't read this because you have to stay alive.

the girl at the top is echo by the way

(from here on, i'm deleting most or all of the a/ns