Hi my name is Raven Black (well, now motionless) and this is my story on how I was adopted by motionless in white.
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"You stupid creepy bitch!" My mom screams, I suddenly feel her hand connect with my face.
I start crying. "You will never understand my pain, mom! You don't know how much pain I feel inside! All you do is drink and do drugs, you don't care about me and I want to kill myself! I wish I could move out or run away!"
"Oh really?! Well maybe your dream will come true someday, carful what you fucking wish for."
I run up the stairs to my room while crying and flop on my bed. I hate my mom. I put in my earbuds and play motionless in white, my favorite band. I wish someone would end me from this never ending nightmare.
~the next day~
I wake up to my mom pounding on my door, I quickly hop off of my bed, turn off the music I left playing all night in my earbuds. I unlock my door and open it. Shes clearly drunk as I can smell the alcohol on her.
"Pack your shit, kid. I'm finally getting rid of you. I sold you off, I don't have to deal with your crazy mental shit anymore." She scoffs and spits on me. "You have 3 minutes to pack your shit and leave, I'm selling everything you don't pack to get rid of the memory of you."
I run to my closet and start throwing my clothes on my bed, my flannels, black jeans, band shirts, I can't leave them behind. I shove them all in a suitcase along with my band bracelets, plus a hair brush, tooth brush and other essentials like that.
I'm filled with anxiety thinking about the person adopting me. Will it be some creepy old man? A nice couple who will actually take care of me? A person just like my mother? I zip up my suitcase, take a deep breath and walk out of my room down stairs. I make my way to the front door, stepping over my mothers alcohol bottles.
"Before you go" my mother says "I want to tell you something." She pauses "you are the WORST fucking thing to ever happen to me, I wish I got you aborted, you are a spawn of hell. I'm so glad this will be the last time I ever fucking see your face again."
My heart drops as I see her raise a knife to me. Instead of backing away like a normal person I put my arm up to protect me. I can't let my adopter see me like this! They will think I'm insane!
I rush to the kitchen and grab paper towels and wrap them around my arm. Thankfully I was wearing a hoodie so I pull down my sleeves to cover it and hope it doesn't bleed through. I grab my suitcase and go to the door. I won't miss my mother one bit. This little stunt she pulled made me realize how much I hate her.
I open the door to see none other than the singer of my favorite band, Chris Motionless.
