Hey Guys this is my first ever fanfiction! please review! I know this chapter is short but trust me the next is coming soon! Thiss is the story about my OC's past and how she met young justice and everything.
My name is Juliet, but my life is no romantic love story. There's no Romeo, no feud between families; in fact there isn't even a family. This story starts when I was ten with a tragic fire that changes my life forever.
I woke up in my family's apartment to the sound of the smoke alarms. My whole life my brother and I had been told "If there's a fire get out! Your father and I will be fine." So I ran down the apartment building stairs. I didn't encounter any flames but we lived on the fifth floor so kept going. When I got to the ground floor my path was block by a wall of flames. I screamed and almost immediately huge gloved hands came out, pulled me close to someone and got me through. After the fire fighter made sure I was okay he set me down by some of my neighbors. I waited anxiously looked for family praying they would all come out safely. Soon my parents came and we hugged, happy each of us was safe. Then my mom asked the question "Juliet, where's your brother?" We all looked around frantically for the three year old and that's when we heard him scream from our apartment. My baby brother screaming and crying; just begging for someone to help him.
"MOMMY!" he cried "DADDY!" my parents tried to run back into the building now engulfed in flames, but were stopped by firemen. The fire chief said they would get him out. And we believed him. A few minutes later a loud crack was heard and chief ordered his men out of the building.
"WHAT ABOUT MY BROTHER!" I sobbed he only glanced at me with a sad look. Then all at once the building came down with Jake, my baby brother still inside. There were people screaming, fire crackling, dog's barking, but through all that noise when that building fell I heard Jake's heart wrenching last word. I heard my baby brother yell for me "JULLIE!" And just like that he was gone.
Nothing was ever the same again. Jake was the light in our dark lives and now that light was gone, forever. When I was eleven my powers started to come in. At first it was small stuff like trying to get something just out of my reach and having move that extra inch closer. But when I turned twelve I was able to charge my iPod without and I started seeing what was going on other places. Like once while I was at school I was suddenly watching my mom buy groceries. Eventually my parents found out about my 'abilities' and they seemed fine with it. I did some research and found out I had telekinesis, technopathy, and mind seeing. The latter is how I witnessed my mother's death. I was at my friend's house when suddenly I was watching my mom write a note. When she finished she place on the table and… hung herself. I told my friend to call 9-1-1 but it was too late. The note was to my dad, it read:
I'm sorry but life is just too difficult. Our baby is gone and daughter's a freak. I love you but I just can live like this anymore.
My father blamed me for her death. I'd come home from then on to find him drunk. He became verbally abusive. Telling me I was nothing, that it was my fault my mother and brother were dead, calling me thing like demon and freak, and worse. I had stopped using my powers after mom died, but that didn't change that practically everyone in town knew about them. I was bullied just as bad at school as at home, sometimes worse.
One day my father was worse off than usual he screamed terrible things at me and through a beer bottle straight at my head. I stopped it midair to protect myself. That did it; he became livid and attacked me. He grabbed me by the front my shirt and through me against the wall. I hit my head on the wall than landed on the floor. He began kicking me in my face, chest, stomach; everywhere! He picked me up again and through me into a bookcase. I was too shocked and scared to defend myself. He just kept hurting me for what felt like hours. Eventually I blacked out. When I awoke he was asleep on the coach, passed out from all the alcohol and exertion. My blood was everywhere, I was covered in bruises and bumps; luckily nothing appeared to be broken, worse I had was a couple of bruised ribs. Even though I wasn't that seriously injured I knew I couldn't stay. I tried to sit up now realizing how much pain was truly in. But forced myself to stand no matter how much it hurt. I went into the bathroom and nursed my wounds then I packed a bag full of clothes and my picture.
My picture was the only thing that made me smile anymore it reminded me of better times. It was a picture of my mother and father kissing and the background you could see my brother chasing me. Smiles lit up our faces and you could practically feel the love radiating off our parents.
I picked up my stuff and limped out the door. I kept walking all night until I collapsed from pain and exhaustion. When I awoke I was in the grass next to a skate store. I went inside and notice these beautiful blue roller blades. I remembered roller blading with my brother; he kept falling and finally said he couldn't do it. I knelt down in front of him and told him "sometimes life will knock you down, but you always, always have to get back. No matter how hard it may seem."
I decided I'd be faster on roller blades and the money I brought was just enough for the and matching helmet that was dark and light blue. I put them on and sped off, it felt more natural than breathing. I was blading for had to have been hours even though it felt like only minutes I came across a huge city. In front of me was a big sign with three words printed on it: WELCOME TO GOTHAM. At that moment I knew… I was home.