Age Is Just A Number

Holly Starr is a 14 year old girl with black hair with red streaks,chocolate brown eyes,and is also emo.She was born with a low self esteem,and also without parents.They gave her up for adoption at the age of two,they didn't want her.She's been adopted twice,once when she was seven,and once when she was ten.But none of them worked out.Nobody wants an emo daughter,she's different from the other kids at the agency.One day an eighteen year old guy named Kellin Quinn comes to the agency,looking for a kid.Holly doesn't think he'll pick more to find out.


13. How We Came To Be

Five Years Earlier...

   I can't take this anymore, he just hurt me, all on purpose. Why would he do that? He knows how scarred I am.

   I snatch up the knife out of my dresser and just start slashing away carelessly, not giving a damn whether or not I die in the process. After I'm done I start feeling lightheaded, barely even able to breathe. My head is swimming and my eyesight is doing funny things, I see stuff in slightly different colors if I can even see at all.

   I collapse on the bed, not even able to stand on my own two feet. I lie there, not able to do a thing. I hear my door creak open and the light flicker on. Kellin stands right in front of me, with a horrified look on his face, I lose my grip on consciousness.


"Hey, Holly wake up," I hear a man say.

   I open my eyes and realize I'm in a hospital bed, a man and a woman are standing right above where I lie. Why am I not dead?

"Hey. My name's Rodrigo Gautama and this is my friend Charlotte Hudson," the man smiles.

   Alright, glad we got role call out of the way. Now where's Kellin? Why are they just standing here and not bringing him to me?

"We have a choice for you," Charlotte Hudson says sympathetically.

   A choice? What kind of hospital am I at? What could I possibly choose from anyway, living or dying? I think I'll take dying please.

"Would you like to go home with that guy out there named Kellin, or come with us?" Rodrigo asks.

   I stare at them disbelieving. I don't think these two are real hospital staff, probably just snuck in or something. No doctor or nurse would ask their patient to go home with them.

"Why?" I whisper.

   The nurse holds a clipboard of papers up for me to see, and Rodrigo muffles his thick black hair with his hand awkwardly.

"We don't really work here, we've been looking for a fifth member for our gang, a true fighter. If you want to go with Kellin then we'll send you right on your way with him. If you want to be with us we'll inform him of your 'death' and you'll be our newest member and friend," Rodrigo sighs.

   Friend? I've never had friends before, something I'd always wanted. Then I need to think about Kellin, then again, what more is there to think about with him? He hurt me, all intentionally, and I probably wouldn't ever be able to look at him the same ever again.

   I think the answer is loud and clear, I need to go with them. Kellin had his chance, and completely blew it into pieces. These guys genuinely want to be my friend, something nobody has ever wanted before. I twirl my Evanescence wristband nervously, I need to take a little time.

   I don't really have that much time though, if I don't choose soon Kellin will start getting suspicious. I think hard about this as fast as I can manage. After a while my choice becomes pretty fucking obvious.

"I choose ya'll," I mumble.

"Alright, Charlotte, go hand Kellin these death forms and we'll be on our way," Rodrigo orders.

   Charlotte grabs the clipboard and pen and walks out of the room. Rodrigo starts to move quickly, throwing my things into a bag and checking to make sure it's safe to move. Then he grabs my wrist and pulls me to the door, he waits a few seconds and then yanks me down the hallway towards the elevator.

   I only get a small glimpse of Kellin with his face buried in his hands and Charlotte thrusting the clipboard out to him before the elevator doors slam shut. 

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