I was an ordinary fifteen year old until my parents passed away and I was adopted by none other than the most berating, abusive people I could ever have imagined. When my adoptive 'mum' broke my wrist and I went to the ER, I decided I would break my vow of silence: this couldn't be allowed to happen any more. I was innocent. And that was when the first people I'd trusted since my adoption became the doctors at the hospital that changed my life. I do not own anything, just a huge fan of Grey's Anatomy. Please read and comment, it means a lot!