Adopted by One Direction

Chapter 1

"Happy Birthday, Trinity!" the guests chanted outside my window. Oh, how I loved my birthday. I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs. All around me was the balloons and cake meant for me. I looked around. Friends and family was everywhere, chatting and chirping all of their daily news and catching up. Just like usual. Everybody started to walk in that was outside singing my birthday song, and a strange sight appeared at the door way. Something smelled like campfires. Everything turned into a giant wave of red hot fire, smoke clouding my airways, and I could see nobody. Until somebody started to call my name, like it was important to start moving...

            "Trinity wake up! Fire! Trinity there's a fire! Wake up!" Mom was screaming at me. I woke up with a jolt. Fire. There's a fire in the house! I jumped up from my bed, opened my closet, and grabbed my bag of clothes I had packed for my birthday trip. My hand reached for my jackets and I grabbed them. I shouldn't have been wasting this much time.  My purse and activities backpack were laying on the ground, so I picked them up and stuffed them into my duffle that still had room. It was my birthday! Why did a fire have to come now?!?! A pile of gifts was in a pink sack like usual, so I grabbed it and put it in my duffle as well and quickly ran out of my room. Flames were engulfing the house, and my parent's room was scorched already. How long had the fire been going on? My sister tripped on something and fell, but I couldn't waste any time getting her up, or else we would both be dead. I know it was selfish, but I knew she could get out herself.

 "Trinity, Hannah!" Mom was still screaming at me and my sister, Hannah, but I knew she wasn't going to be screaming at us much longer. The fire reached into the family room and grabbed everything, including my own mother. "NOOOO!" I screamed, knowing that my father was gone as well, considering I never heard his screams. The terrifying flames zipped my arm and burned me. Nothing had ever hurt more than that. My mother's body turned into ashes, and I realized I was an orphan, an orphan who needed to get out of the building.

Outside, the fire department was taking out their hoses, spraying the house with cool water. Neighbors rushed out into the freezing midnight air, hugging me and taking my bags into a brown house about five houses down from mine. My brain was hazy, and I was confused. Where were my parents? How did the fire start? Did my sister make it out? I was so confused, and was terrified by the thought of being alone.

"Trinity, listen to me, get in the house and go into the guest bedroom. Grab your stuff from me, ok?" Ms. Walsh, the neighbor who owns the house, instructed. I ran inside, to scared to see the house I had grown up in burn.

            MRS. WALSH'S P.O.V.

"She has multiple burns and has some mental healing to complete." A doctor who finished inspecting Trinity told me. There was still the burning question; Who survived, and who caused it?  I asked the doctor, and with sad eyes, he replied, "Only Trinity was found, all others must have died inside the building. The fire was caused by an oven that was left unattended, and started a fire in the kitchen." All I could do was start to cry. I grieved for her family, a kind one at that. I wished to adopt her, but I knew it would only bring back horrific images and she would start to freak out. There was nothing I could do except watch over her sleeping body, covered in ash and soot from the fire. There was no denying that she would start to cry as soon as she saw my face. I bid my thanks to the firemen and doctors, and left the hospital, leaving a broken birthday girl behind.

TRINITY'S P.O.V.

            I woke up to a needle in my arm and a sharp pain on the side on my face. I looked around the room. It was painted happy face yellow, with flowers and birds and insects painted onto the walls. Even my bed was a disgustingly happy shade of pink. How can everything be so happy? It was all disgusting to look at. So I tried to close my eyes, but everything started to heat up and crack painfully. My voice did not work, my face was burned, and so was the rest of my body. The mirror by my bed gave me the impression of a monster. I hated it. Then, a nurse with bright red hair and emerald eyes walked into my room.

            "Hello, my name is Amelia. I'm your head nurse." Amelia said loud and obnoxiously. She smiled perkily, and I hated it. Why is everybody so happy in this place? I just scowled back at her. She was probably expecting it, because she didn't look offended at all. "Look, Trinity.." I cut her off, "How do you know my name?" She laughed a delicate laugh. It was so unicorn-ish. Ugh.

"You are my main patient, so of course I know your name! Anyway, what I was saying was you will probably hate me for as long as you are here, but let me just tell you something. If you want me to go, I will. If you don't want my presence, I will leave the room. All I need is for you to be happy," Amelia told me in a quiet tone, different from when she came in first. I guess she feels bad for me. Even though I don't want her pity. "Get out, Amelia." I sneered in a dangerous voice, a tone I myself haven't heard come out of my mouth before, "And never come back." Amelia got up, and walked out, and I swear I saw a single tear fall down her cheek and onto the floor. Then, all I could see were my own covering the floor with little pearls of salty pain and grief.