Charlotte's Chapter
(A/N) this idea has been in my head for a while now and I hope you like it. A lot of my characters will have tragic and depressing pasts, but it'll get happy I promise ^_^
The streets of Paris were busy, as always. The smell of freshly cooked bread from the bakery across the street filled my nostrils. I stood at the edge of a tall building and looked down. It seemed like the only way out of this terrible nightmare.
A single tear fell down my face as I repeated the words that were screamed at me.
"You're ugly, no one will ever love you!"
"Why don't you just kill yourself!"
The memories of my mother brought me to tears.
She left me at the age of eight to whore herself to unknown men. She didn't care about me.
I slowly took another step and clenched my shirt determinedly. I had to end this. I couldn't go any longer. I took my last step and my legs softly slipped, my body picking up pace as I fell. When I hit the floor I was over come by darkness.
I opened my eyes to a blinding light. Am I in heaven? I looked around to see nurses, doctors, and my father all gathered around me.
I'll take that as a no then. I'm not dead...just in pain.
"You're awake it's a miracle!" Dad shouted. "Why the hell would you jump off an eight story building? How are you even alive?"
I blink at him as new tears fall down my face. "I was wondering the same thing papa," I chocked out. "Why didn't I die?"
In walked a nurse with a depressed look on her face. She handed Papa a sheet of paper and looked towards me.
"I'm sorry to inform you, but the results for this test seem to indicate that he is not your father," she said. My whole world seemed to stop. The one person that I had, the man that raised me, was never my father.
He stood out of his chair and slowly walked to the door.
"Papa...please, I still love you," I cried. He turned to me with hatred in his eyes.
"I can't even look at you without seeing your mothers face, laughing at me," he hissed. "I have to leave. I don't want to see your face."
My heart shattered into tiny peaces the moment he said that. He slammed the door and left me alone with only my tears and my blood stained bandages.
It was a few days later and I felt completely fine strangely. A nurse stood in front of me, taking off my bandages. Suddenly she dropped the new bandages and screamed.
"Y-you w-were b-broken ev-verywhere," she stuttered. "H-how is it, t-that you're h-healed?"
I stared at her confused and look down to my now completely healed leg. There was nothing on it that could have showed I was ever hurt. No bruise, no scar. Nothing.
"This is insane," she whispered. "I'm getting the doctor."
"That won't be necessary," said a man in black. "She belongs to the government. She'll be coming with us."
He grabbed my arm and started to drag me away. I tried to fight his hold, but he was too strong.
"Where are you taking me!" I shouted. He turned around and smiles.
"To a place where you'll meet your father," he said.