Get On Your Knees (Katy Perry Fanfiction) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 3

There was only so much I could handle on the fateful day. I broke, mentally and physically. I'm an orphan now, until someone adopts me. That'll take awhile. Who the hell would want a 14 year old who has lost it?

I haven't seen Avery in a week. I fear she's afraid of me. Just like the other girls in the child center. I'm alone, no one wants to talk to me except for the kind therapist. She always listens, she understands what I'm going through. She'll be the first one to experience and know the new Tess.

"Are you done writing Miss Williams?" My therapist said tapping me hard on the shoulder.

"My last name isn't Williams. It's just Tess." I said coldly.

"You're still Tess Williams until someone adopts you, now had me the journal." She huffed, taking the journal out of my hand. I stared angrily down at the desk pretending to be upset but really all I needed was to be consoled.

"You haven't lost it Tess, dear. You don't show any signs of insanity." She smiled, rubbing my shoulder.

"You'll be able to heal very soon. I understand how traumatizing that experience was for you."

"Thanks... I guess." I muttered, looking up from the desk.

My therapist looked at the clock at the wall, "Oh goodness Tess, Mrs. Peters has a surprise for you. I believe you're going home with someone today!"

"I bet Mrs. Peters paid that person thousands of dollars to get me off her hands." I snorted, reluctantly getting up and pulling on my sweater.

Someone really must have been dropped hard on their head if they wanted to bring me home. I'll be back here soon with my luck.

I don't have a real meaning anymore. I have no family that loves me and wants me, they all live in Virginia. I'm just a part of the government's property now. Whoever wants me probably is a government official, or a person who thinks they are helping the helpless when they really aren't

I walked out of the therapy room into the long hallway. Children were running around everywhere, supervisors struggling to control them. I groaned quietly and began making my way to Mrs. Peters' office.

I felt someone shove me as I passed them. "Oh sorry, Tess, didn't see you with your stupid ugly face."

"You're one to talk Mandy," I grumbled.

"Finally going home now? I bet that person was paid to adopt you."

"At least I haven't been here for 3 fucking years."

I heard Mandy let out a gasp, then I felt a hard whack on my head, "Just because you survived the attack, doesn't mean you're some celebrity here!"

"I couldn't care any less about who the hell I am!" I shouted angrily. She really was digging her claws into me. I have a short temper, as well as zero tolerance around idiots like her.

"Now, now, Tess and Amanda. Please get going, I don't tolerate any teenage drama around here!" My therapist shouted, pushing me down the hall.

"I can walk by myself, thank you very much," I said, speeding my pace up.

I couldn't wait to get away from Mandy, I guess that's a good thing to look forward to.

All of a sudden, I felt myself trip and fall on my face. Damn, why are these floors so squeaky clean! It's not always so dirty in here...

"Oh my gosh, are you okay!?" A sweet familiar voice said above me.

I flipped over onto my back, to see who this person was, and why the heck she tripped me. At that moment, I wanted to scream.