//NINA'S POV\\

"You're kidding!" Alana yells, adjusting the collar of her blue, plaid shirt. The red lettering of her black Fall Out Boy shirt visible in beneath the almost transparent fabric. I can't tell if she is jealous, or just happy for me, but she freaked when I told her Twenty One Pilots was adopting me.

"Am not!" I squeal, my hands clenched at my sides. "I am not joking, Alana! I know what I heard. Oh my Elton, I need to pack!" I feel my feet leave the ground as I jump with excitement.

Alana's face loses the happiness that was there before. She strolls over to me, her head held low. Her black hair droops over half of her face and her brown eyes are gleaming with sadness. "I don't want you to leave, Nini," she whispers, brushing her hair back. "I won't see you, and I'll still live in this hellhole. You agreed to do stupid stuff with me. I'd be losing my best friend."

"Losing is an overstatement, 'Lana. They live really close to here. I can come see you, and I am pretty sure we'd be going to the same school. I'm sure I could get Josh and Tyler to pull a few strings and get us in the same classes," I state, a smirk growing on my face as I pack a Panic! At The Disco shirt into my small duffel bag. Alana immediately grabs three more of my shirts-the last three-and stuffs them in the bag.

"You're kidding," she giggles, her fingers pulling at the zipper. She gives me a happy look and pulls me into a bear hug. "You're kidding, you're kidding. YOU'RE KIDDING!" She squeals, plopping herself on the twin-sized mattress. She fiddles with the collar of her shirt, as she begins to laugh uncontrollably.

"Alana, I swear. Fangirl attacks are frowned upon by most. But you're going to drag me down with you!" I whine, failing to hide a laugh. "Oh no. Why, Lala?" I sit down on my bed, laughing a little more. my hands begin shaking and I can't breathe through my wheezing laughs.

"Three words: Twenty. One. Pilots," she says, bursting out laughing again. Her face is reddening and it's amusing me. She begins squirming around until her knees are practically glued to her chest and tears spill from her eyes. the worst part is, she's still laughing.

I manage to calm myself down as I play with the zipper of my My Chemical Romance hoodie. My lungs sting because I'm still laughing with her. "You're going...To make me... need my inhaler," I grip the nightstand, laughing a little more. "Stop it!"

"No!" Her voice echoes around the room. She is completely red, and her eyeliner is streaking. I can't help but laugh at her appearance.

"Girls, please, be quiet," Ms. Stork calls. "And, Nina, they're coming in about an hour. Be ready, sweetie."

I let out a puff of air as the anxiety sets in. What if they don't like me? What if they don't understand me? What if they think I'm crazy? What if they're just like my birth parents: unable to except my 'gifts'?

I am snapped out of my thoughts by Alana snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Nini, what's up?" She whispers, pulling me into a hug. My short blonde hair tickles my nose as I melt into her embrace. My fingers curl around her sleeves, and that's when I realize that I'm crying. The burn of tears is slightly intense, making me let out a whimper.

"What if they think I'm crazy? What if they don't accept what I can do. I have no proof. All I can do is tell them, and hope that some way I can prove it to them." I cough a little, my body rattling with sobs. "What if I won't be accepted?"

"You're accepted by me," she sighs, running a hand through my hair, trying to calm me down. "In all honesty, I think they'll think it's cool." She tightens her grip around me, rubbing my back.

"Alana, how am I supposed to jack with people without you?" I ask, chuckling a little.bI wipe my eyes and stand, my legs feeling a bit wobbly. I am just nervous, I guess.

"You contact me, we sneak out, and jack with people. Text, call, Instagram, Snapchat, Kik, anything. All you do is press a button or two and I will be knocking on your window, Nini. I promise," she assures, laughing a bit. She pulls her hair into a ponytail. "Partially because I'm a Fangirl and you're going to live with Twenty One Pilots."

I let out a small chuckle, biting my lip. I begin packing my makeup, and my few porcelain dolls. Some are sightly cracked, but I've done no harm to them. they didn't start out that way. Only I know why they cracked. They were upset. They felt broken, and they actually did break themselves. They are like me.

I am Nina Hodges.
I am 12 years old
I am broken
And I can communicate with dolls.

Here's the story of how everything went wrong.
And it all started with me.

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything

Therapy,
You were never a friend
To me.
You can choke on your misery.

--a/n--

THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER OMG.

This is a tøp fanfic as you can tell.

It's a horror story. YAY.

Hehe I feel like total crap atm. FTW.

LATERRRR

I love "you my Carcrashovercastyoungbloods

Emily aka Foblvr