Months passed. Her parents had forced Tootsie to die her hair bright red, and a nose piercing.

They had literally brain washed her. Tootsie did not remember anything that had happened three years before. If someone asked her "Ever been to Niagara?" She would have shook her head.

Except, no one did.

Tootsie hadn't talked to anyone other than her parents in months. She was locked in the house twenty four seven.

Tootsie actually didn't know anything els other than this world. She forgot she was adopted, or even an orphan in the first place. To her, she had never had a friend before in her life.

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"Tootsie!" Sunshine screamed. She bolted down the stairs. She loved moving her legs, and never really got to in their tiny, cramped, chaotic house.

"You're getting a tattoo."

"WHAT?!" She screamed. Grayson slapped her.

"You're getting it whether you like it or not!"

"No. No no no. You cut my hair, died my hair, and you've pierced me, but NO!"

"The only way we will love you is if you do as we say!" He screamed. Tootsie began to cry.

"No! If you love me, you won't violate my body!" She yelled. It went silent.

"TOOTSIE! GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Sunshine yelled in her bleeding ear.

"NO!" She cried.

"What do you mean NO?!" Dead silence.

"Iamnottootsie." She whispered.

"SPEAK UP!"

"I am not Tootsie." She said determinedly, clenching her fists. Her world made no sense. She just knew that her name.... Wasn't Tootsie.

"What?" Steam burst from his ears.

"I AM NOT TOOTSIE!!!"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM!!" Her father screamed. She turned, and ran up the stairs.

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She herd her parents arguing, and walked down the stairs to ease drop.

"WHY DID WE EVEN GET HER?" Sunshine asked her husband.

"Hey, IT WAS YOUR IDEA!" He replied.

"WE ONLY DID IT FOR THE MONEY!" Sunshine yelled. At this, She ran back up the stairs, fighting tears. She was adopted? And not even for love? Just money? Who was she?

She ran to her bed. Nothing made sense now. Her life was chaotic. Everything she ever thought was a lie. She didn't know who she was anymore. She was to confused.

"Who am I?" She cried in her pillow.