- 4 days later -
Today I will be moving into the adoption center.
I pull on the clothes that have been left for me. They're not exactly to my taste. A pink furry sweater and yellow gingham trousers. These are all I have, the clothes I was wearing during the crash were thrown away as they were coated in a thick crust of dried blood and I am yet to collect my belongings from home.
I stare in the mirror and can't help but shed a tear, and no, not because of my fugly attire, my greasy hair, the cast on my leg, the bandages or my swollen lip.
Because of my family, the people of whom I could be myself around, who I would laugh and cry with, the people that I loved. All dead. I should be dead too. It should've been me, not them. Not my mum who wouldn't judge or curse or get frustrated when I made mistakes. Not my father and his sharp wit and sense of humor. Not my sister, just seven years young, she had barely lived. We'd fight and we'd scream at each other, but we always had each others backs, we'd stick together through thick and thin. Oh how I miss them... Damn it...
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Adopted by Zoella (IN EDIT)
Fanfiction'Darkness. Darkness overcomes me. I lay in a heap, my seatbelt digging into my raw flesh. Eyes closed. Heart racing. What has happened. Just moments ago we were cruising down the highway, wind in our hair, voices loud; mimicking the squeaky tones of...
