Adopted... by... WHO?! Eddsworld X Depressed Child Reader

(Y/N) My Life

Ok so to the people who don't know how to do this
Y/N means Your Name
L/N means Your Last Name
F/C means You Favorite Color
S/F/C means Your Second Favorite Color
H/C means Your Hair Color
E/C means Your Eye Color
Anyways... ONTO THE STORY!!! Also Trigger Warning! Don't like, don't read...
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Y/N POV
"WAKE UP BRATS!" This is what I wake up to every day... "AND PUT ON SOME DECENT CLOTHES! TODAY IS ADOPTION DAY! IM TALKING TO YOU (Y/N)!" I sigh and look at myself in the mirror, I have (H/C) in the shape of 'Horns' as the kids here call them (If you don't want hair horns you can change it!) which I hate! I throw on a (F/C) hoodie and (S/F/C) Converse. Of course I'm not going to listen to the so called "Owner" of this place, all she is is just a fat a** b*tch! Oh, did I forget to mention that I hate it here? You may ask, "But, (Y/N), you seem like a average girl! Why do you hate it here?"
I guess you could call me ungrateful, but would you like to be abused mentally and physically everyday? Knowing you can't do anything about it is not fun, you just start to feel worthless and numb... and the only way I know how to feel like I'm worth something again is to, and you might say this is bad, is to cut myself. That's why I'm wearing a hoodie and sweatpants during summer. "(Y/N)! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW SO THE ADULTS CAN TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT HOW WORTHLESS YOU ARE!" Alyssa, the manager of the orphanage, yelled at me. (You can change the name if you'd like) I look down at my covered up arms, sigh, and head downstairs. Once I hit the bottom step, a feel a stinging pain on the right side on my face, and I knew it was Alyssa... "(Y/N)! YOU LITTLE B*TCH! I SAID TO WEAR SOMETHING NICE! NOT THIS SH*T! GOD NO WONDER YOUR PARENTS ABANDONED YOU!" Alyssa screamed at me, and once she was done I ran straight into the nearest bathroom, and proceeded to lock the door. (TRIGGER WARNING!!!! DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU!) Once I knew that the door was closed, I pulled out a razor, I cut at least 30 cuts on my arms and legs. The blood started pouring immediately and I felt better. I wrapped my arms and legs in gauze before I exited the bathroom, now you may be asking yourself, "Why isn't she getting adopted?" Well, it may be because my eyes are (F/C) and (E/C), or a better way of putting it... heterochromatic... meaning they both are different colors... that's why no one likes me, that's why I have no friends, and that's why... I'm not adopted and want to die...
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Anywaaaaays, this is just a random story I wanted to do... cause it's summer and idk what to do with my twelve year old life!
Anyways... this is Author-Chan signing out~!