Take Back Your Misery

We got to the house relatively quickly. The guy with red hair took my stuff and put it in a room on the second floor. Then they came back to sit down with me. " so wanna tell us a little bit about yourself? " the taller of the two asked. I smiled and replied in a quiet voice " um, my name's Sky. I don't have a last name apparently. I've been in that orphanage since I was 2 years old. I like mainly post-hardcore music. I'm 17 and I'm gonna be 18 soon. Um... " I blushed and looked down while trying to think of what else to say. The red head smiled " well my name's Alan Ashby " he said and I froze in shock. He giggled as I turned to look at him. " and you must know who I am now " the taller one said. " did I seriously just get adopted by Austin Fucking Carlile?! " I asked happily. He laughed and nodded. " let's get you situated in your new room. They led me to a room which was the farthest away from all the others. My stuff was on a bed that had blue bedding on it which I was already planning to change to my Star Wars bedding. There was a beautiful bookshelf that was on the other side of the room and was filled with books. I even had my own bathroom and a walk in closet! Next to the bed was a vanity table the ceiling was covered on glow-in-the-dark stars. I smiled up at the guys and have them each a hug. They left me to unpack and decorate my room. I took all my clothes and out them away in my closet. I took my toiletries out and out them in the bathroom. I plugged in my iHome and set it up for the right date and time. I changed my bedding and quickly folded up the other bedding and put it in my closet. I smiled and finally took out my posters and finding a place for my skateboard. I took the posters and some paint safe tape and started to put all of them up. By the time I was finished, the wall that my bed was against was covered. I looked through my closet and found a string of lights which I decided to hang up around my posters. As I made the finishing touches to my new room I smiled. I took out my iPhone which took me a long time to buy considering that it's sort of hard to earn money in an orphanage, and I plugged it in to my iHome. I started playing Backseat Serenade quietly and laid down on my bed. I smiled and almost cried I was so happy. I started to fall asleep to the music when I accidentally hit my arm against the bed post. Then, I could feel the wet sticky substance starting to seep into my jacket. I quickly got up so it wouldn't ruin the bedding and I ran to my bathroom. I took the bandages off my arm and cleaned the cuts. I sighed as I finished and wrapped it up again. I changed my shirt and jacket and climbed back into bed, carefully this time. I crawled under the covers and fell asleep.

Notes

It's short and I know I suck at writing