Picking Up The Pieces; Sequel To; Broken- An Adopted By Jizzie Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Picking Up the Pieces

                   #Callie's P.O.V#
I knew it, I know they thought I was broken. I know they thought I was helpless.

I know they're going to take me back. It's been somewhere around 7 months, I was adopted on June 16th.

This sucks, you know, probably getting sent back to an orphanage because you're broken. I don't want to go back, I don't want to see people, which is why I'm hiding in a closet at the moment.

I can hear people yelling my name, but in reality, I know they don't want to find me. They hope I'm gone. They hope I'm dead. They hope that me, a waste of skin and oxygen, should be gone and dead, so I'm not in the way.

Maybe, just maybe, I was meant to be abused. Maybe that's all I'm worth. People only seem to want to hurt me, so why don't I just let them?

I sigh, turning off my phone. I tuck myself further into the closet as footsteps get closer.

I should probably just die, to be honest.

I don't deserve to be here.

I should be gone, like all of the hate says. You know, I'm broken, nobody wants a broken kid.

Footsteps get louder, indicating that someone is getting closer. Closer and closer.

Step... step... step... step... step...

The closet door opens. "Callie?" Amelia calls out.

I try not to make a noise, but it doesn't work, due to a sneeze.

"Callie? What's wrong? Why did you run off?" Amelia asks.

I stay silent. She doesn't want to know, she doesn't care.

I lay my head back, tears finding their way down my face, soaking my face.

"Callie?"

Silence.

Amelia sighs.

"I-i know they're going to take me back." I squeak.

"No they aren't, why would they?" Amelia asks.

"Look at me! I'm broken! Nobody deserves to have a piece of garbage as a daughter. They probably don't care about me, nobody does!" I start to raise my voice.

"They aren't going to take you back! They care, Callie! They wouldn't leave you. Do you hear the people calling your name, trying to find you? They all care! I care, Lizzie cares, Joel cares! Everybody cares about you, everybody loves you. You aren't broken, you're perfect!" Amelia says, not whispering anymore.

"Prove it, prove that they love me. Ask them, if they say yes, then they're lying." I say, looking at the wall.

"Fine, I'll go get them." She says, walking off. I smack the back of my head against the wall multiple times.

I hear a few sets of footsteps leading up to the closet.

"Callie, what's wrong?" Joel asks, coming in first.

I stay silent. I can't tell them, they'll just agree.

"Callie? Come out, sit on the bed and we'll talk." Lizzie's soft voice says.

I slowly, getting out of the closet and sitting on the bed.

"Now, what's wrong?" Joel asks.

"I know..." I mumble.

"You know what, honey?" Lizzie says sweetly.

"I know you want to take me back. I heard you saying that I'm broken. I knew it. Everyone says it. I'm just a waste of space, time, and oxygen. I shouldn't exist." I say.

"CALLIE! Not at all, we would never take you back. You're not broken!" Joel says.

"I am broken. I'm messed up. I can't do things normal people can. I'm broken." I say.

Lizzie starts, "Fine. If you're broken, we'll have to be the people to...

Pick Up The Pieces."
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(A/N) Hello! Back at it with a sequel! Yessss! Enjoy! Also, sorry it's so short.

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