Adopted by Adam (COMPLETED)

Chapter Eight-Wierd Flashbacks

When I wake up, I am panting. My heart is pounding, and tears are streaming down my face.

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"You little bitch!" my dad shouts. "Go to your room!" He bends down, and slaps me, and I run, screaming bloody murder.
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"Where's Daddy?" I ask, looking up at my mom.

"Hell be here soon," she assures me. Then, just as a car rounds the corner, she pushes me into the street, and takes off running. I miss the car, but they don't stop, and I am left all alone.

I call out for my mommy, my daddy, anybody, but I get no response. A pretty lady says that she will take care of me, and I go with her to a building. I look at the sign:

Miss Stephanie's Happy Home for Children

I skip inside, and a couple of girls look at me. We become friends, but when I grow up a few years later, they ditch me. I am all alone again, just like that day many years ago when this life started.
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I shakily get out of my bed, and walk to the bathroom. I sip some water, and look at the cuts on my wrist.

"What did I ever do?" I say quietly. "Was it that I got into good music? Was it that I stopped wearing sparkly shirts and shorts? Was it when I had to grow up too fast? What did I do wrong to end up like this?"

I pull my sleeve down, and walk downstairs. Nobody is up, so I just sit on the couch.

"Cutting is like a drug," echoes in my mind. "Once you start, you can't stop, because it becomes the only way that you know to let everything that you've bottled up, out. With your blood."

I remember telling one of my best friends that, when she told me she was depressed and was thinking about cutting. Huh. Look at me, giving people advice about why not to cut, when I can't even go a month without doing it myself.

I decide to make some cereal, and pour some Cap'n Crunch. I sit on the bar, and dangle my legs while I eat it, to the beat of "The Sharpest Lives" by My Chemical Romance, which is playing from my phone.

In about ten minutes, Ian comes down.

"How long have you been up?" he asks, making a pot of coffee.

"About ten minutes." I shrug, and he nods.

"You okay?" he asks. "You seem quieter than normal."

"Yeah, I just had some wierd dreams last night." I say, and stuff the last bit of cereal in my mouth. I put the bowl and spoon in the sink, and he stops me before I could leave the kitchen.

"Tell me...." he says, and I sigh.

"I had nightmares. About my past." I shrug, and he lets me pass.

I walk back to my room, and onto my balcony. I stare out at the hazy skyline of L.A, skyscrapers reflecting the yellow light of the rising sun.

I stand there for a while, watching planes fly in and out, but soon go back in from my quiet, to the sound of fighting.

"Whoah. Whoah. What is going on in here?" I shout, walking downstairs.

"Zoe, we're leaving." Adam says, and walks up the stairs past me.

"Would anyone care to explain to me what the fuck just happened?!" I exclaim, and it's silent.

"Well?"

-----------HEEEEEY PEOPLES!----

So! How was finals week? I WAS HOME WITH THE FLU UNTIL FRIDAY SO I TOOK 'EM MONDAY! WOO!

Okay! You guys probably already know what's happening here, since it happened irl (hint hint), BUT I CLIFFHANGERED YA ANYWAY!

Anyway! I made a backup account (mostly to use in the library at school...shhh) called "DatYTNerd", and I will be posting other stories and shtuff! I won't do any TC, since I think it's getting old, but hey, if you want other stuff, GO CHECK IT OUT, MAYBE FOLLOW! Peace Broskis!✌️