----------------CHARLIE----------------
I jump off the top bunk and answer the door.
"Hey freak the others told me to tell you to get dressed apparently we have visitors." Said some girl I don't even want to know the name of.
"Okay I'll be down soon." I politely told her while trying my hardest not to rip her fucking hair out.
I closed the door went to my dresser and found black skinny jeans and a black vneck while slipping on my black vans.
I don't own any clothes that aren't black. some people find it strange but black blends into places so no one will notice me.
I make my way down the stairs when I see that everyone was surrounding the visitors.
"Pathetic." I mumble to myself. and leave the room to go to the music room.
This room is always empty, or filled with girls trying to be hipster and learn something by Taylor Swift on the guitar.
I walk over to the piano and sit.
It's an old grand piano but every string is tuned to perfection and I doubt anyone's ever played it for more than two minutes.
I quickly scour my brain for the notes to "perfect" by: P!nk.
G A B D E D A G A B D E F G D E
well I got some of the notes, maybe it will just come to me when I play, people say it's a girly song but I love it.
I take a breath and close my eyes.
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever,
ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever
feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
You're so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.
So complicated,
Look how we all make it.
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same.
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever,
ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.
YOU ARE READING
Adopted by 1D
أدب الهواةCharlie has some issues One direction thinks they can solve them Charlie is who he is because of his issues He is nothing without them He doesn't want to be solved He deserves to be broken Karamakov31™
