Will you be my nothing?

I am Never Gonna Get Adopted...

Chapter 2-

Phoebe's Pov:

I woke up to someone knocking on my door. "Yea?" I asked still half asleep, and the person came in. It was my Foster 'Mother'. "Phoebe darling, get up and ready. There is someone I would like for you to meet." She told me. "Okay ." I still half asleep got up and went to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and went back to my room. I picked out my clothes.

I have a necklace that says 'Little Sister', that is all I have left of my big sister. I always put it on with every outfit. Anyway, after I got dressed I went downstairs. My Foster 'Mama' was waiting for me at the end of the steps. "Phobe! There you are. Come on darling." I followed her to her office and when we got in, there was a woman inside waiting. "Phobe, I would like for you to meet Ms.Gomez. She is looking to adopt a girl." My Foster 'Mama' said with the largest grin on her face. "Hello ma'am. It's nice to meet you." I said shyly. That is the thing about me, I am shy at first but once you get to know me....good luck. "Hi Phobe, the pleasure is all mine." She said while we shook hands. At that moment a boy, he looked maybe 17 years old, walked nto the room. I automatically tense up. "Oh and this is my son Jason. Don't worry he is a complete gentleman and was very eager to come today. He was up at 4 in the mornin just waiting to come." Ms.Gomez said with a smile. Jason put his hand out and I tensed up even more. My Foster 'Mama' knows what happened with James. (She called the cops on him. James is serving 16 years of jail time.) I just stared at his hand. "I am sorry. She has a very strong history with guys. It might take her a while to get used to you." My Foster 'Mama' told Jason. He put his hand down and had a sad/sorry look in his eyes. "Oh. I'm sorry Phobe. I honestly did not know." He said kinda sad. I said very lowly "It's fine. I am the one that should be sorry." No one said a word after that. My Foster 'Mama' broke the silence. "Phobe honey, you should go eat breakfast. I'll talk to Ms.Gomez to see if she will adopt you." She said the last part very softly so only I would hear her. "Yes ma'am." I nodded and walked away. (Way to go Phobe! That was the best first impression ever! NOT! What the hell? Grow up! She is never going to adopt you! NEVER ) That voice inside my head is always brings me down. But it is always right. Fuck it. I went upstairs to my room...got a razor out of my drawer and put the blade to my skin. I took a deep breath and cut. I made several cuts. I cleaned up the blood and my arm. I put my sleave back down and went back down. I went to the kitchen and got a small bowl of cereal. I ate thinking of how stupid i am. (I am never gonna get adopted) I told myself. I finished eating and went to the living room. I turned on the tv and watched Spongebob. My Foster 'Mama' came in. "Phobe.."