Who Needs Romeo?

Prologue

Prologue

Juliet's P.O.V

I remember the first time my daddy hit me. It was 8 years ago. I was 2 at the time. I remember the pain I felt and how surprised I was. This was my daddy he wasn't supposed to be mean. He was supposed to love me. Right?

It wasn't much longer till I realized my daddy never really loved me. He has hated me since I was created. I remember when he screamed in my face telling me my momma should have got an abortion. If I wasn't born she would still be here. I should be dead not her.

There were times when I thought he didn't really mean it but deep inside I knew the truth. Every time he abused me he meant it. Every single word and action. It really was my fault my momma died.

Maybe one day when I was with her she would forgive me. She probably hates me though. Everyone hates me. I wish I could just take her place.

Romeo's P.O.V

It was all my fault. If it weren't for me

They never would have died. Not Elizabeth, Seth, my mommy or my daddy. I shouldn't have been born. Or have been so enthusiastic. If I hadn't expressed my excitement towards my birthday they wouldn't have died. They wouldn't have gone to the store. They wouldn't have gotten hit by that semi-truck. They wouldn't have died. It was all his fault. His birthday wasn't his birthday anymore. It was the anniversary of the day he practically murdered his whole family.

It was a year since the accident happened and he was being brought to his 5th foster home. He kept getting sent to a new house because apparently people don't like depressed 8 year olds who won't even talk to anyone.

It's okay though. I don't blame them. I hate me too. I shouldn't even be here. Maybe one day I can join my family in the afterlife, rather it be heaven or hell (I don't think heaven is a possibility though. God doesn't even love me) and maybe they will forgive me. I'd understand if they didn't though. They probably hate me and hold a grudge.

I wonder if this time will be any different. In the foster home I mean. The people taking me in live all the way in England though. Some town named York I think. it doesn't matter though I don't hold any attachments to this house, state, country, or continent. Maybe the plane will crash or something on the way there. I could finally die. Finally fulfill my punishment. Maybe then this terrible feeling will be gone. I can go someplace with no pain or any feelings at all.