You Saved Me
Meeting BOTDF
My roommate, Alice, walks into our bedroom at the orphanage, and glares at me, as she sits at her desk. I get up from my own, and grab my laptop, heading back to my bunk. Since she’s afraid of heights, she made me have the top bunk, which didn’t faze me any. I like being high up, off the ground when I sleep.
“Adoption’s a little later today, so you had better not mess it up for me,” Alice tells me in a snide tone.
I roll my eyes at her, then pop my earphones in, and plug them into my laptop. I get on YouTube, and look up my Black Veil Brides, Blood on the Dance Floor, and Asking Alexandria playlist, blasting it in my ears, as I think how there’s no real point in me going down today. No one wants someone like me. I’m too “weird”.
Ever since my parents died 2 years ago, I’ve been stuck here, and each time adoption rolls around, I’m never picked. I sort of accepted that little fact after the first year here, so it’s whatever. I only have a year longer here, before I can get the hell away from the orphanage anyway.
When Blood on the Dance Floor’s song I Refuse to Sink comes on, is when someone opens our door. I glance there way, then have to do a double take. Jayy is standing in my doorway! What the fuck?!
I watch him with wide eyes, as Sister Mary Ann points to Alice and talks to Jayy, but then he points to me, and says something. I was born deft, so I can read lips pretty well, but a few years before my parents died, they took me to a doctor who could fix my particular issue.
“What’s her name?” I read from Jayy’s lips.
“Oh, umm . . . That’s Katie. She’s . . . odd,” Sister Mary Ann tells him in return.
Jayy walks further into the room, and points to his ears, then me. I understand it to mean, “Take the earphones out for a moment,” so I quickly do, and he smiles at me.
He extends his hand to me, and says, “My name’s Jayy Von Monroe. You’re Katie, right?”
I gulp, nod, and then shake his hand politely. He smiles wider, and asked, “How old are you?”
“I just turned 17 last month,” I tell him, losing any hope right there. I’m too old for any normal person to want to adopt. Then again, Jayy isn’t really normal. He’s Jayy.
He nods, then asked me, “Would you like to get out of here?”
“M-Me?” I stammer back, my eyes widening in shock.
Jayy nods, and says, “Yeah.”
I nod back, and smile brightly at him. Maybe he’s actually thinking of adopting me? If so, what would that be like? To be adopted by someone you look up to in so many ways? To have Jayy Von Monroe adopt me, after already saving my life so many times, would be a huge honor.
“Sister Mary Ann, if you don’t mind too much, I’d like to adopt Katie,” Jayy says, looking her in the eye.
She frowns, then tries to change his mind again, but he holds his hand up, and says, “I would like to adopt Katie. End of story.”
Sister Mary Ann huffs, then walks out of the room. Jayy tells me to pack, while he takes care of the paper work, and I nod. I get off the bunk, and grab my suitcase from the closet, while getting a death glare from Alice.
“Why you?!” she says after Jayy is long gone. I turn back to her, from the dresser, and she says, “You are an emo freak! How could you get picked over me?!”
I sigh, then tell her, “I don’t have any control over who picks whom, Alice. Your time will come one day, whether it’s today, or in a month. You still have more time than I did.”
“Still not fair! I’ve done everything I could to make a good first impression with everyone who walks through that door, and you don’t even care about being adopted! Yet here you are, getting ready to leave, while I’m stuck here!” she screams, slamming me into the dresser.
I wince a little as my back hits the knob on the dresser drawer, and I push her away from me, and tell her, “Back off, Alice. This isn’t my fault,” then return to packing my few items. When I’m done, I head downstairs, to the main lobby area, and wait.
After a few moments pass, Jayy comes into view, and smiles as he asked, “You ready to go meet the rest of your new family?”
I nod, nervously, then head out to his car with him. He places my bag on the back seat floor board, then opens the passenger’s door for me, and I get in. He walks over to the driver’s side, gets in, and then pulls out of the parking lot.
My head is spinning as I realize what Jayy meant by the rest of my new family. He most likely means Dahvie Vanity, and whoever else might live with them. I look over at Jayy, as he puts the break on for a red light, and then ask, “Who . . . Who all lives with you?”
He looks over at me, then smiles and says, “You’ll see,” and looks back to the light. When it turns green he accelerates the car, and in a matter of 10 minutes, he’s pulling into a driveway.
He looks at me, and says, “Welcome home, Katie,” then gets out, and grabs my bag. I follow him, but insist on taking my own bag in. He reluctantly agrees, and passes the bag to me, then unlocks the front door.
I hear voices coming from the living room, and the hear Dahvie’s voice echo in the foyer.
“Jayy’s back! And it looks like he found a little sister for us!” Dahvie shouts to the voices, as he walks over to me, and hugs me tightly. When he pulls away, he says, “Welcome home! I’m Dahvie, and you are?”
“Katie,” I murmur. Too much hugging. Too much touching. I’m feeling . . . uncomfortable to say the least. I’ve never been a big touchy feely person, so I’m starting to feel really awkward. Plus, I’m afraid of what will happen if I get too close to any of these guys. Bad things always happen to people I get too close to.
I think Jayy realizes this, because he says, “Alright guys, no need to make the poor girl feel trapped. Come on, Katie. I’ll show you where your new room is.”
I nod, thankful to Jayy for rescuing me from my own fears, and quickly follow him. He leads me up a staircase, just off the living room, and down a long hallway. Wow, this place is huge! About 2 doors from the end of the hallway, Jayy points to a plane black door, and says, “In ya go. Well go shopping tomorrow, to get you whatever you need to decorate it however you like.”
I look around at the pale white walls, then back to Jayy, and nod, thanking him for everything. He tells me he’s going to give me some time to get settled in, and then leaves, closing the door behind him.
I open my bag, and place my clothes in the dresser, then my laptop on the end table, next to the black, four-post, full sized bed. I run my fingers over the black sheer canopy that’s been draped around it, and then put my bag under the bed.
After a few moments, I hear a knock on the door, and I say, “Come in!”
Dahvie pokes his head around the door, and then walks into the room. He sits on the computer desk chair, and says, “Sorry about earlier. I was just so excited to finally meet you.”
I sit on the bed, across from him and say, “It’s cool. It’s not like I told you about my . . . fears or anything before.”
“So, you fear being . . .?”
“Touched? No. I fear getting close to someone, since my parents death. Please forgive me,” I tell him in a soft, sad voice.
He nods, then asked if I wanted a hug. I do, but I’m almost afraid. Oh, what the hell? It’s not like he’s going to hurt me on purpose or anything. But what if I hurt him? No, I can’t think like that!
I shakily nod, then move a little closer to him, as he closes the distance, and pulls me into a comforting hug. I feel him kiss the top of my hair, and then he pulls away, and says, “Now, was that so bad?”
I shrug, then reply, “Not really.”
He smiles wider, and says, “Come with me. There are some friends of ours that really want to meet you,” then takes my hand and pulls me down the stairs. Well, so much for staying to myself today. That’s all I ever really do. Stay to myself, and listen and write music of my own.
Once we’re downstairs, Jayy walks over to me, and asked, “Hey, you feeling alright? You look a little out of it."
Oh, Jayy. If only you knew how freaked out and scared I was. But you don’t. And if I have anything to say about it, you never will, so I shrug it off, and walk into the living room. I keep my head down, eyes fixed on the white carpet in front of me, then hear Dahvie ask me to sit between him and Jayy.
I nod slowly, then walk over to them, keeping my eyes on the ground the whole way. When I sit down, I hear a deep voice ask, just above a whisper, “Is she okay?” Great, now I’m even freaking out the guest, whoever they may be.
“Yeah, she’s fine. Just a little nervous, I think,” Dahvie answers the stranger’s question.
“Ah, alright. Well, whenever you’re ready, you can join in the conversation,” the man tells me, resting what was supposed to be a comforting hand, on my knee, but I flinch back, and pull my knees to my chest.
I then slowly put the hood of my Blood on the Dance Floor hoodie up, and sink into the sofa as far as I possibly can. I can feel a panic attack coming on again, but I fight it off. I can’t lose it like I used to at the orphanage. I must stay strong. I can have that damned panic attack once safely under the blankets of my new bed tonight.
“Adoption’s a little later today, so you had better not mess it up for me,” Alice tells me in a snide tone.
I roll my eyes at her, then pop my earphones in, and plug them into my laptop. I get on YouTube, and look up my Black Veil Brides, Blood on the Dance Floor, and Asking Alexandria playlist, blasting it in my ears, as I think how there’s no real point in me going down today. No one wants someone like me. I’m too “weird”.
Ever since my parents died 2 years ago, I’ve been stuck here, and each time adoption rolls around, I’m never picked. I sort of accepted that little fact after the first year here, so it’s whatever. I only have a year longer here, before I can get the hell away from the orphanage anyway.
When Blood on the Dance Floor’s song I Refuse to Sink comes on, is when someone opens our door. I glance there way, then have to do a double take. Jayy is standing in my doorway! What the fuck?!
I watch him with wide eyes, as Sister Mary Ann points to Alice and talks to Jayy, but then he points to me, and says something. I was born deft, so I can read lips pretty well, but a few years before my parents died, they took me to a doctor who could fix my particular issue.
“What’s her name?” I read from Jayy’s lips.
“Oh, umm . . . That’s Katie. She’s . . . odd,” Sister Mary Ann tells him in return.
Jayy walks further into the room, and points to his ears, then me. I understand it to mean, “Take the earphones out for a moment,” so I quickly do, and he smiles at me.
He extends his hand to me, and says, “My name’s Jayy Von Monroe. You’re Katie, right?”
I gulp, nod, and then shake his hand politely. He smiles wider, and asked, “How old are you?”
“I just turned 17 last month,” I tell him, losing any hope right there. I’m too old for any normal person to want to adopt. Then again, Jayy isn’t really normal. He’s Jayy.
He nods, then asked me, “Would you like to get out of here?”
“M-Me?” I stammer back, my eyes widening in shock.
Jayy nods, and says, “Yeah.”
I nod back, and smile brightly at him. Maybe he’s actually thinking of adopting me? If so, what would that be like? To be adopted by someone you look up to in so many ways? To have Jayy Von Monroe adopt me, after already saving my life so many times, would be a huge honor.
“Sister Mary Ann, if you don’t mind too much, I’d like to adopt Katie,” Jayy says, looking her in the eye.
She frowns, then tries to change his mind again, but he holds his hand up, and says, “I would like to adopt Katie. End of story.”
Sister Mary Ann huffs, then walks out of the room. Jayy tells me to pack, while he takes care of the paper work, and I nod. I get off the bunk, and grab my suitcase from the closet, while getting a death glare from Alice.
“Why you?!” she says after Jayy is long gone. I turn back to her, from the dresser, and she says, “You are an emo freak! How could you get picked over me?!”
I sigh, then tell her, “I don’t have any control over who picks whom, Alice. Your time will come one day, whether it’s today, or in a month. You still have more time than I did.”
“Still not fair! I’ve done everything I could to make a good first impression with everyone who walks through that door, and you don’t even care about being adopted! Yet here you are, getting ready to leave, while I’m stuck here!” she screams, slamming me into the dresser.
I wince a little as my back hits the knob on the dresser drawer, and I push her away from me, and tell her, “Back off, Alice. This isn’t my fault,” then return to packing my few items. When I’m done, I head downstairs, to the main lobby area, and wait.
After a few moments pass, Jayy comes into view, and smiles as he asked, “You ready to go meet the rest of your new family?”
I nod, nervously, then head out to his car with him. He places my bag on the back seat floor board, then opens the passenger’s door for me, and I get in. He walks over to the driver’s side, gets in, and then pulls out of the parking lot.
My head is spinning as I realize what Jayy meant by the rest of my new family. He most likely means Dahvie Vanity, and whoever else might live with them. I look over at Jayy, as he puts the break on for a red light, and then ask, “Who . . . Who all lives with you?”
He looks over at me, then smiles and says, “You’ll see,” and looks back to the light. When it turns green he accelerates the car, and in a matter of 10 minutes, he’s pulling into a driveway.
He looks at me, and says, “Welcome home, Katie,” then gets out, and grabs my bag. I follow him, but insist on taking my own bag in. He reluctantly agrees, and passes the bag to me, then unlocks the front door.
I hear voices coming from the living room, and the hear Dahvie’s voice echo in the foyer.
“Jayy’s back! And it looks like he found a little sister for us!” Dahvie shouts to the voices, as he walks over to me, and hugs me tightly. When he pulls away, he says, “Welcome home! I’m Dahvie, and you are?”
“Katie,” I murmur. Too much hugging. Too much touching. I’m feeling . . . uncomfortable to say the least. I’ve never been a big touchy feely person, so I’m starting to feel really awkward. Plus, I’m afraid of what will happen if I get too close to any of these guys. Bad things always happen to people I get too close to.
I think Jayy realizes this, because he says, “Alright guys, no need to make the poor girl feel trapped. Come on, Katie. I’ll show you where your new room is.”
I nod, thankful to Jayy for rescuing me from my own fears, and quickly follow him. He leads me up a staircase, just off the living room, and down a long hallway. Wow, this place is huge! About 2 doors from the end of the hallway, Jayy points to a plane black door, and says, “In ya go. Well go shopping tomorrow, to get you whatever you need to decorate it however you like.”
I look around at the pale white walls, then back to Jayy, and nod, thanking him for everything. He tells me he’s going to give me some time to get settled in, and then leaves, closing the door behind him.
I open my bag, and place my clothes in the dresser, then my laptop on the end table, next to the black, four-post, full sized bed. I run my fingers over the black sheer canopy that’s been draped around it, and then put my bag under the bed.
After a few moments, I hear a knock on the door, and I say, “Come in!”
Dahvie pokes his head around the door, and then walks into the room. He sits on the computer desk chair, and says, “Sorry about earlier. I was just so excited to finally meet you.”
I sit on the bed, across from him and say, “It’s cool. It’s not like I told you about my . . . fears or anything before.”
“So, you fear being . . .?”
“Touched? No. I fear getting close to someone, since my parents death. Please forgive me,” I tell him in a soft, sad voice.
He nods, then asked if I wanted a hug. I do, but I’m almost afraid. Oh, what the hell? It’s not like he’s going to hurt me on purpose or anything. But what if I hurt him? No, I can’t think like that!
I shakily nod, then move a little closer to him, as he closes the distance, and pulls me into a comforting hug. I feel him kiss the top of my hair, and then he pulls away, and says, “Now, was that so bad?”
I shrug, then reply, “Not really.”
He smiles wider, and says, “Come with me. There are some friends of ours that really want to meet you,” then takes my hand and pulls me down the stairs. Well, so much for staying to myself today. That’s all I ever really do. Stay to myself, and listen and write music of my own.
Once we’re downstairs, Jayy walks over to me, and asked, “Hey, you feeling alright? You look a little out of it."
Oh, Jayy. If only you knew how freaked out and scared I was. But you don’t. And if I have anything to say about it, you never will, so I shrug it off, and walk into the living room. I keep my head down, eyes fixed on the white carpet in front of me, then hear Dahvie ask me to sit between him and Jayy.
I nod slowly, then walk over to them, keeping my eyes on the ground the whole way. When I sit down, I hear a deep voice ask, just above a whisper, “Is she okay?” Great, now I’m even freaking out the guest, whoever they may be.
“Yeah, she’s fine. Just a little nervous, I think,” Dahvie answers the stranger’s question.
“Ah, alright. Well, whenever you’re ready, you can join in the conversation,” the man tells me, resting what was supposed to be a comforting hand, on my knee, but I flinch back, and pull my knees to my chest.
I then slowly put the hood of my Blood on the Dance Floor hoodie up, and sink into the sofa as far as I possibly can. I can feel a panic attack coming on again, but I fight it off. I can’t lose it like I used to at the orphanage. I must stay strong. I can have that damned panic attack once safely under the blankets of my new bed tonight.
Heyy i would really love if you could update this story again or let us know whats happening with the sequel!!!
(Ps - this is ur lil sis...)
12/5/15