My Room Mate *A PJ Liguori Fanfic*

Prologue- The Daughter of Romeo and Juliet

     May 16th, 2015. It may seem kind of odd that, of all dates to remember, I remember that one. Then again, I have always been a very odd person. I'm not entirely sure why I remember that day of all days. There are many reasons it could be, but I can never quite pin it down to one thing. Maybe it was the way I felt when I woke up that morning, the dread in the pit of my stomach when I knew that day wouldn't be like the rest. Maybe it was the way I left the house, knowing I had everything, but feeling as though there was something I'd forgotten. Maybe it was because of the drive home, the odd need to speed and get back taking over my system like it never had before. Or maybe it was because of the way I found them. One of them, my mother, hanging so gently from the kitchen ceiling that I would have thought her to be flying if it weren't for the rope. The other, my father, lying on the living room floor with nothing to differentiate him from a simple sleeping state but the empty bottle of pills lying on the coffee table. Yeah. It could be that which makes me remember that day so clearly. I never know for sure though.

     It was the perfect double suicide. They called it the London Romeo and Juliet Case, and they could never quite figure out who the first to go was. When they found me sitting on the staircase that day they went through the process of explaining to me what had happened, not that I needed explaining. My parents were both dead, leaving me with no family and no place to go. That's all I needed to know. They spent three days trying to track down my extended family to find me a home. I suppose all I needed to do was tell them I'm over eighteen and then I would have been roaming free, but I couldn't bring myself to get off my place on the stairs, let alone speak.  They finally told me the news that I already knew, that they couldn't get ahold of any of my family, but they checked my records and saw that I'm twenty.

     "Where will you live?" They asked countless times, more than willing, of course, to let me live on benefits until I could get on my own two feet. But I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of taking care of the Romeo and Juliet child. So I lied. Told them I had friends in Brighton who would be willing to take me under their wing. Told them I would be just fine. I was kind of an expert at lying by that point. 

     So two weeks later I had my belongings in the back of a pickup truck and was making my way down to Brighton, having gotten in contact with a girl named Sophie who was willing to rent me out a room in her flat. She seemed alright. Nice enough, certainly, for me to stand for a couple more months until I could get my plan together. 

     Because, you see, being the daughter of Romeo and Juliet certainly didn't come without a theatrical streak. And I was damn well certain when I found them that day that I would out-do both of their suicides. I just needed to find a weapon that was sharp enough. 

     Little did I know back then that PJ Liguori might be the shield that I didn't know I wanted or needed. 

A/N: WOWOWOWOWOWOW I'M BACK (I said to my one follower *sigh*)!!! To any of you in the near or distant future who are reading this, welcome!!! I'm Syd, and I'm the author of this here fan fiction. It sounds like it's gonna be really depressing based off this but trust me, it won't be. There will, however, be a few chapters around three quarters of the way in that deal with some deep ish, so trigger warning in advance. The idea for this came to me when I was reading PJ Fanfics on Tumblr and I found one that was really terribly written and I was like "Bish I could beat this any day" so now here I am cause apparently I'm a little bit of a bitçh. 

AAANNYWAAYS I hope you enjoyed the prologue, the first chapter should be up relatively soon. 

BYEEEEEE ~ThatFicChic