you're parents weren't the best. They were constantly poking at you when you did something wrong. They made you cry. They'd pinch your skin. They'd force you to skip meals. it was unhealthy.

The teachers at your school noticed your lack of...well...everything. things happened and now you were standing in the orphanage, waiting for some kind soul to take you in. After a few months, a punky looking...emo? Goth? Whatever he was...he walked in. And- wait...you recognized that face...

That was Ronnie Radke. And he was talking to YOUR care taker. He wanted to take you into a foster home...and that's exactly what happened...you got to meet him! You were a fan...and he was honored to have you as his new foster child. He felt terrible for everything you've been through. But you were more focused on..."oh my god my new dad is a famous singer."

"So kid...ready to get home? I can show you my recording studio...i guess...you'll have a sister too..." Ronnie lifted his tattooed arm and patted your back, chuckling softly. This was the longest he has ever gone without making a dirty sex joke.