Adopted [BVB/Andy Biersack]

Chapter 1

So , hi :3. If you're easily triggered , I don't suggest reading this.

Some of the sentences aren't , like , I don't know what to say. They aren't triggering enough for me , but they may trigger you.

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My social worker , Elizabeth , woke me up. She's great , but , she's kind of over excited ? I guess she's too perky. She always tries to get me adopted , but the couples don't understand me. They want a young , "normal" child, that doesn't listen to "emo" music.

I should probably tell you a little bit about me! Well , there isn't much to tell. My names Imogen Smith , I'm British and I currently live in this shit-hole of a country! I have long-ish black hair. I wouldn't really describe it as "emo" hair. I'm 13 (yay?) and I live in a shitty care home/orphanage/adoption centre (whatever you want to call it) with shitty people. Some of my favourite bands include Black Veil Brides , Of Mice and Men , Pierce The Veil , Bring Me The Horizon, Motionless In White, Suicide Silence and a lot more. I have anorexia and bulimia , which is easy to live with in this place , I just pretend to eat in my room. We aren't usually allowed to eat in our rooms but I have social anxiety and people think that I need to be alone. So most of the time I throw my food out the window!

I usually always have detention at school for my lip and nose piercing. We aren't supposed to have facial piercings at school , but because people label me as "goth" and "emo" , I get to keep them in! Some teachers hate it and still give me detention. But if you're wondering why I'm aloud to keep them in , it's because if you're "goth" or "emo" , my school will let you keep them in! (A/N-This is actually a fact about my school)

Anyways , I started my morning with my usual routine ; shower , get dressed , do my hair and makeup. My hair just gets straightened and my make up is just black eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sometimes I wear mascara , but it depends on how I'm feeling.

I do have a friend here. One. His name is Jon. He's Irish , but surprisingly doesn't have the accent.

"Oh. My. God! Immy!" Jon shouted. Sighing , I walked out my room in my Suicide Silence t-shirt , my Black Veil Brides hoodie and some black ripped jeans with black chains. Also , my favourite boots. "How many times do you need to be told that I hate the name Immy?!" He poked the dimples in my cheeks. "Okay , okay. But there's a guy coming today. And he's adopting. He's adopting." He winked at me with his sparkling green eyes. I put my hands on his shoulders. "Why does it matter? They'll hate me. And we both know that. Maybe he'll adopt you. Maybe you'll finally get out of this place ! Maybe-" he put his finger on my lip , making me stop mid-sentence and stare at his finger. He sighed. "Imogen, he's not adopting me! He's looking for a daughter. And the last time I checked, I was a guy. You know , with guy-parts." I honestly don't know why he insists on saying guy-parts.

Well , Jon and I literally just lay on my bed for around ten minutes. We were talking about the moments we've shared. Like the time he told me he was gay. I also remember something he told me when he was drunk. Wait , did I mention Jon was 16? No? Oops. But , the first time we talked , was amazing. It was about 5 months ago...

~~Flashback~~

I walked to the bedroom next to mine. It belonged to a guy named Jon. He's 16 in a few days , so I think this may be awkward. I exhaled. "Uh , Jon, remember the pencil sharpener you let me borrow ? It's um... Kinda..." I looked at the floor. He opened the door a few inches. "What happened to it ? How did it happen?" Oh. "Well , I was using it and , I guess the blade just died. I don't know , it's just blunt now." He pulled me into his room. "I can't believe you. You're 13. You're 13 and you cut! I can't believe I'm talking to a 13 year old that self-harms and-and knows what to use-" I was about to speak when Jon stopped talking. "It's fine." He mumbled. I sighed. "How ? How did you know I self-harmed ? Did you-" he pushed me out of his room not letting me finish my sentence.

"Jon. Please! I'm sorry!" He opened his door and let me back in. "I'm going to help you. I'll help you ditch the blades! I lost a friend to suicide. I'm not letting that happen again."

~~End of Flashback~~

So basically he called me his friend. But now that I think about it , maybe it was just so I would think I had a friend in the world. So I'd think I'd be missed. What if I just got too attached and he didn't know how to tell me he didn't really like me?

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"Alright , are you ready for your interview?" Jon asked me. I nodded. I was about to walk in when I felt my phone vibrate. I quickly looked at the message. Ugh. It was from some dipshit at school ; Aaron. I don't know how he got my number , I hate everyone at school so no one could of gave him it. I've got about 20 messages from him!

Aaron: Why don't you just eat?

Aaron: Everyone else is dealing with life , so why don't you?

Aaron: I bet if your parents saw you now , they'd hate you!

Aaron: Why are you still here ? Have you not put the blade deep enough yet?!

I tried to ignore the messages. I walked into the interview room thing and saw Black Veil Brides ! "Andy is thinking of adopting." Elizabeth winked at me. I sat down on the couch opposite Andy. Jinxx , CC , Jake and Ashley were standing behind the couch. I'm not gonna lie , Jinxx is my favourite member of Black Veil Brides. I love them all , but I love Jinxx just a bit more. I sat down and looked at my covered up wrists. My heart suddenly started beating fast , faster than usual. "Hi. I'm Andy." I smiled. Did he see my jumper ? "Um... Yea , I know," I mumbled. Andy came and sat next to me. "Are you okay? Is there something bothering you?" I sighed. Yes. There is something bothering me! Should I tell him? Tell him! Come on , just tell him! But what if he thinks I'm being annoying ? What if I am just an annoying little thing ? He probably thinks I'm ignoring him. He probably hates me now. I've fucked up my life. My phone started vibrating again. "Are you gonna check your messages?" Ashley announced. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. More messages from Aaron. This time he just said stuff like "kill yourself" and "stupid emooo". But that wasn't the worst. I scrolled down and saw the one I despised the most. "Why are you still here? Have you not cut deep enough yet?" I got up and walked to the door. "I'm-I'm sorry." I ran out and upstairs to my bedroom.

Go on , do it. Just put the fresh blade on your skin. It's brand new. It'll bring even better pain ! Just slide it. Deeper than last time! I tried fighting with my conscience. But I was just wasting my time. And before I knew it , the blade was covered in blood. Good job you bought all those pencil sharpeners! "Imogen? Are you in-" Andy walked in and saw my cuts. He just stood there. It's like he didn't know what to say. "Oh my- why ? Why did you do this?" I could hear his voice shake. Then this little bitch walked past. "She wouldn't of cut if you weren't here! She's an attention seeker!" That little fuck is about to taste my fist! Andy shut the door and picked me up bridal style. I tried fighting but he just pulled me closer.

He sat me on the sink counter in the bathroom. "Andy, I swear to god I'm okay!" He dabbed a peroxide soaked cloth on my wrists. Fuck! He could of said it hurt! "Relax. It hurts , I know , but it'll be okay." I pulled my wrist out of his grip. "I told you , I'm fine! Can I go?"

"Why did you...uh... C-cut?"

"I can't tell you. I would but I-I don't like to talk about it."

"Was it the messages ?" I sighed and looked down. He motioned for my phone to look at the messages. He scrolled through the more recent ones. "Why are you still here, have you not cut deep enough? He said this to you!? Who is he?!" He practically screamed it. He realised I wasn't ready to talk about it. "Imogen, can I adopt you?" I think he may of expected me to say yes?

"I want to say yes. I really do! But I'm just a fuck up! I waste peoples time and I honestly would rather stay here than be adopted just to be brought back!"