Hello guys. My name is Julia and I am still new to writing fan fiction. I hope you enjoy this new fan fiction. If you can, please follow me on Instagram jay_ for updates. I am always open to suggestions for the chapters, and if you see any spelling and/or grammar errors, please do not hesitate to make me aware. Without further adue, here is "Where I Belong".
ATTENTION: I do not own, or claim to own any of the characters from the beloved TV show Once Upon A Time. Please know that the only characters that I personally came up with are Charlotte, her adoptive parents, Sarah, and other characters I will introduce later in the story. Nor do I claim to own any of the movie references, Broadway references, song names and/or lyrics references and etc. Thank you for your time, and enjoy.
Chapter One - MeI had a normal life, before... Whatever this is. It all started five days ago on my fourteenth birthday.
I woke up to the song "I'm A Believer" playing loudly on my alarm clock. I got up and got dressed just like any other morning. I ate breakfast silently with my parents, who, until now, I never noticed how different we looked. I had long, dark hair, they both had short, light, curly, blonde hair. My facial features didn't match theirs at all. I had a bony, but small nose. They both had fatter, bulb noses.
After I ate, I grabbed my backpack. "Happy bir-" My father started but I raced out the door before he could finish his sentence. I rode my bike the ten minutes it took to get to my school. I lived just outside of Boston. It wasn't really busy, but it wasn't really quiet either.
In English, I sat in the back today, which was very uncharacteristic of me considering that class was my favorite. My friend Sarah sat next to me. "Upset about..." She hesitated. She knew I never really liked my birthday, even when it fell on the last day of school like this year. She continued. "Today?"
I sighed. Every year, on the night of my birthday, I would have a nightmare. But it felt more like a memory. I was in a bed, which I later concluded was a crib and that in the dream I was an infant. A man stood over to the side of the room which seemed to be a hospital. He walked over to me, and in the background, I could here a woman crying, and telling him to stay away from me. Red smoke surrounded me and, strangely, I saw my parents looking down at me from the doorstep. But the weird thing was, they were younger versions of my parents.
"Yes." I finally answered. "Don't worry, i'm here for you." I smiled when she said that.
When the final bell rang, I raced outside and said goodbye to Sarah. I had started to get on my bike, but I stopped when I heard someone call my name.
"Charlotte Smith?" I turned around to face the source of my name being called. It was a man. He looked like he could be about 20 to 25. "Yes?" I asked hesitantly. I saw that he looked a little like me. He had brown eyes, dark brown hair, and he had the same nose as mine. "My name is Henry Swan-Mills. I'm your brother.
All I could do was stare. My mind was racing. 'Could he really be my brother? I thought. 'He looks like me...' I quickly dismissed the thought. 'No, he can't be. Swan-Mills? That isn't my name.' "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong person." I turned around to get on my bike. "If you don't believe me," He started as I got on my bike and strapped my helmet. "Then ask your so called 'parents'. And here, take this." He handed me a postcard. It read 'Storybrooke, Maine', and had a picture of a clock tower. "Oh, and one more thing..." "What?" I started to ride off. "Happy fourteenth birthday."
I almost slid off the sidewalk when he said that. My mind was overloaded with questions. 'How could he possibly know my birthday? Perhaps he was telling the truth? No... that's impossible. My parents would never keep such a thing from me... would they?'
When I got home, I immediately sat on the couch with my parents. "Can I ask you guys something?" I asked with a serious tone in my voice. "Of course sweetheart." My mother said in her usual calm voice. This was the first time I noticed how different we looked. "Are you my..." My voice broke. "real parents?"
They exchanged a sad look. My mother remained calm. "Nate... We should tell her." Tears filled my eyes and my voice trembled. "T-Tell me what?" "You were..." My father started uneasily. "Adopted." At this point, my mind was flustered with questions. 'Why would they lie to me? Who are my real parents? Why did they give me up? Did they really even give me up?' I chose my next question carefully. "When were you planing on telling me?" My voice was mean and shrill. "We were planning on telling you." My mother started apologetically. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way."
Usually, my mothers voice would calm me. Her words would wrap my heart like a blanket. But not this time. My sadness quickly turned to anger. "Sorry isn't good enough." I stood up, grabbed my phone, and ran out the door without thinking.
I tried to put the town in my phone, but it didn't work. It said that it didn't exist. I took 'Storybrooke' out of the name and I walked for another hour and a half.
Finally, I saw the 'Welcome to Maine' sign. Without thinking, I crossed to the other side of the road. I glanced down at my phone. It was 8:14. When I looked back up, there was a car heading strait for me. The car pounded strait into me and kept going. A man walking down the road ran over. the postcard had fallen out of my pocket. He picked it up, looked at the back, and immediately called someone. "Emma? You need to come to the town line... Now!"
Not long after, the sheriff arrived. The man handed her the postcard. On the back, it read 'Charlotte Swan-Jones, 14 June 19th.' Right before I blacked out, I heard her crying. She had said one thing, in a almost familiar voice. "Charlotte?" Then I blacked out.
Sorry about the cliffhanger. I haven't decided how often I will add to this. Stay tuned!