My life wasn't always like this…I had friends… Family…feelings.
When I was five my mother took me and my brother away from my father. (After she shot him in the eye) We we're on the run for about a year, but my mom got sick, and I began to show my powers. She was too weak to raise me, so when I was five, she gave me to the Logan family who had a son with powers like mine. My mother placed me in arms, and I never saw her again.
The Logan's raised me as their own. I became best friends with there son, Garfield. My adopted family was so kind, they really treated me like I was their own. I remember playing with Garfield in the meadow when we would go on picnics, would make BBQ, showed me how to make flower crowns. Those days were the best.
Once I was eight, I found joy in dancing. So they signed me up for classes. I was a natural, I always had solos. I was like a angle on stage I was once told. Garfield always was there to support me. We had become so close, he was such a goofball, and his jokes were so funny! We spent the entire day together. We would climb to the top of trees and watch the word for hours. He was head over heels for me, but he was a brother to me, nothing else.
One day we came home and his parents… were dead. We didn't know what to do. We were so scared, we yelled at each other. Two days later, the doom patrol showed up. We were upset, and angry. We agreed to go with them, but… they only wanted Garfield. He… went with them; I punched him in the face, when he told me to stay there.
After they left with him, I sat outside the house for awhile, crying and scared I sat there for a long time, until police showed up and took me away. I don't remember much of my time in the foster care system, but I do remember when I was nine. I was living with a horrid woman. She beat me, and yelled at me. By then I had began to understand my powers, but not well. After a month with that lady, I ran off, and spent a month on my own.
My father did finally find me, and when he did, there was no way for me to resist. I had then been lying on the side walk in a ally for four hours. I had been beaten up by some gang members, for sport. They knew I had powers, so I was a big target in their "hood". They beat me to a pulp. When he found me, he just looked at me, picked me up in his arms, and carried me off.
The years that follow are a blur. The first months I was there, I was tortured, and beaten. Through the years he taught me how to use my powers, and to fight. I spent most of my time chained up. After six months, my skin palled; my eyes lost their glow, my hair its shine. I lost my emotions, all I felt was physical pain.
The years blurred. Nothing mattered. Nothing until my father brought in someone new, a boy who didn't want to be here. I learned his name was robin. My dad liked him better than me, I had become to lifeless for my father. I watched Robin while he was in my home. I didn't like him there. One day, his friends came to get him. And there he was, along the group, My Garfield. I asked my father about him, which took him by surprise, because I never talked anymore. My father tortured the information out of me.
It's been a year from the last time I saw him. Father has been acting strange. Running tests on me, giving me a necklace, speaking to me. Today when I woke up, my cell door was open, and there was a note on the door, that read "You're free". I stood at the door for a long time, not understanding, but then I took a step out the door.
Beastboy sat in his room, being bored as usual. He sat on his bed, looking around. The others were out eating at a BBQ joint, that didn't serve vegetarian meals. As he was looking around he spotted a photo book. Standing up, he dug it up from a pile of dirty clothes. Walking back to his bed, he sat down and opened it. He gazed through the more recent pictures, laughing at the funny ones, but he soon stopped laughing. He got to the back of the book, and cringed. He gazed at old family photos. He missed his parents a lot. As he flipped through the photos, one of them made him stop. He was sitting in a tree laughing with his arm around a girl the same age as him.
"Akane" He whispered to himself. He got angry, throwing the book into another pile of things.
Akane took a step outside the door, looking around, there was another open door at the end of the hall, that light was coming from…and a breeze. I walked slowly towards the door. It took me five minutes to reach it. Looking out the door, I saw a city, streets, people, and cars. I wanted to turn back, run back to my room, but I walked into the light.
The noises scared me, making me jump. I took off running, I ran across a street, a car slammed on brakes, the person inside yelled and honked at me. I kept running, until I found a quiet alley. I huddled in a corner, hugging my knees.
Next to me there was a puddle. I leaned over it, gazing in. I saw myself, I was so… grey, lifeless. I looked dead in my suit. I was wearing my uniform, that daddy makes me wear, the one with his emblem. I put my hand over my face, making sure it really was me in the puddle reflection.
I stood up, and walked out of the alley, hugging myself tight. I absent mindedly walked around the town, attracting lots of attention