The idea for "Broken" was given to me by my best friend, Arii. She may not know she gave me the inspiration, but she will now. You're the best Arii! The character Arii, is based off of her.
Some information in here I made up, so please do not hold me accountable to some of this information, especially in this chapter. This chapter is short, but it is only the info chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, but I do own some characters in this story.
Broken
Follow your heart, even if it makes you run into walls.
I remember like it was yesterday, though the memory I do not really want to remember. I was not even of the age of ten when I was taken from my home and family. The way my mother screamed and how my father tried to fight my kidnapper off, but he was too strong. I was taken and the kidnapper did not even break a sweat. I remember flying for a long period of time through the Tamaranean sky, the light air brushing through my fiery hair. I don't remember much of anything after that long flight, except for the strange feeling of loneliness and fear. I remember waking up in a dark room with nothing around me. I felt enclosed like I was in a small cage, but I could not see anything, not even me.
I began to go insane a long time after waking up in this blackness. I began to wonder if I was real, that if I could not see anything than how did I know I was really there. I was not thinking clearly. I began to think that if I screamed, they would let me go. Like this was one big mistake. I breathed in all the air I had then screamed the loudest I ever did in my whole life. I stopped, nothing happened for a moment or two. Until I heard that monster's footsteps. Banging down the hall way, he sounded like a giant that weighted a tone. I got my first glimpse of him finally. At first all I could see was the shinning bright light when the door opened and the man's image was hidden under shadow.
"Well, well, well, about time you woke up." The voice was low and raspy, This voice sent chills down my spin. I held my breath as I heard a click and then all the lights came on. I did not know what to look at first, the man or my injuries. I looked at the man. He was tall, slender build, with tight skin on his face and sunken brown eyes. He had thick, shoulder length blond hair and I what I can remember best was his fingers. Long, boney fingers that were always in a fist, curled over so I could not see his finger nails. Only when he was pointing, grabbing, or beating me.
My injuries were not that bad, a large cut on my left shine, minor scraps on my elbow and face. I could feel the ones on my face, of course I could not see them.
I was scared for my life, a life that I ended up living. Miraculously, I survived. But that fearful place, the place I was tortured at for four years, haunts me still to this day.
Now I am on planet Earth, living with four others. One girl and three boys. They are all around my age, and one of the boys finds much attraction to me. I guess I am pretty, though I think some girls are prettier than me, like my roommate Raven. I still have my mother's red hair and green eyes; however I did grow to be tall. I have curves in all the right places and I do not have the ugliest voice. I am still learning the English Language, but I made much improvement since than. I am 19 now, so I have been on earth for five years. Five years haunted with that one memory.