We will have authors write books and share new chapters whenever possible. I would like do start off with my book, about a young girl who had been consumed in her room all her life by her mother. She later finds a friend to help her escape the dark prison.Consumed.
Postby TSF11 » Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:45 am
Character Definitions:
Becca - Dark blonde hair and green eyes, slim build. She is 16.
Pat - Red hair, and blue eyes. Large build. She is 44.
James - Blonde hair and brown eyes. Slim build. He is 45.
CHAPTER ONE
Becca Kristen Mackenzie stared at the wall of her bedroom. She was depressed. She was lonely. She didn't exist. Becca lived in the town of Middleton, Ohio. Nobody knew she existed. She was alone. After her birth from Pat and James, Becca was consumed in her bedroom for her whole life. On birthdays, she was allowed in the backyard. Well, that was only one birthday. And because she begged. Her room had a window that didn't open, an old broken-down treadmill for exercise, a small wooden single bed, baby drawers that held her clothing and old toys, and two small plastic kiddy chairs. Her walls were painted green with pink hearts, and her floor was carpeted with yellow and crusty carpeting. Becca had lived like this for 15 years of her life, not caring. She thought, Well, doesn't everyone live like this? My mom wouldn't do this to me." But Pat and James had divorced 2 months after Becca was born. He loved her, and wouldn't let Pat consume her, as she wanted to do. Pat had threatened to leave Becca in the room, without food and water, to let her die, if James had told. So he didn't. He couldn't let that happen to his child. Becca sat and cried. "Becca" said pat from the door. "Want your lunch??"
"What's for lunch?" Becca asked, suddenly perking up. Her mother never asked her if she wanted lunch. Becca always had to ask herself. "Grilled Cheese and a strawberry milkshake." said Pat. "Happy Birthday." She said again without any happiness in her voice. She walked away to get the food. "Wha - BIRTHDAY?" Cried Becca. She smiled and danced around her room with her baggy yellow track pants and old tearing-up pink shirt. She grabbed her brush. You have to look nice on your special day. She thought. Pat came upstairs with the plate and cup. "Enjoy. For your sweet sixteen, wanna walk in the backyard?" Pat said. "And Becca, NO talking. If you come outside NO talking. You can walk around the yard and do whatever you want but running away or talking. Understand me??" Said Pat, clicking her fingers with correction and with a strict face. "Yes!! Yes! I will!" Said Becca. Being outside? This was the best gift ever. Feeling the soft grass, running in the wind..... "Becca, come if you want to go outside."
Becca ran through the house and out the back door.
CHAPTER TWO
Becca ran through the soft grass. Mmmmm. Damp and cool. She couldn't believe it. Outside?? This was a DREAM!!! Suddenly she saw a girl walking in the neighbour's backyard. A girl about her age! "Hi!" Said Becca. Becca looked at the back door. Phew. Pat wasn't there. "Oh, hi. What's your name?" Asked the other girl sweetly. She was beautiful. She had shoulder length curly black hair, a pale but tanned face, and blue eyes. "I'm Becca.What's your name?" said Becca, uneasily. "I'm Sophie Jamie. Do you live here?" Sophie asked, pointing to Becca's house. "Yeah. It's my birthday so my mom is letting me come outside. I live inside, you see." Becca explained. I can tell other people. It's just the truth. Mom never said anything about not telling! "You live inside??" Asked Sophie, looking dazed. And confused. "Well, yeah. I've been since I was 2 months old." said Becca. "WHAT?" said Sophie. "Yeah. Don't you?" asked Becca, amazed. "No, I - I don't." spat Sophie. "But, uh, what room do you have?" Becca pointed upwards to her window. "Oh, cool. My window is right across from there. We can press notes against the windows and talk." said Sophie. "Okay, sure. Six o' Clock tonight?" Becca said. Becca Beamed. This was her first friend! "Okay, well, chat to you tonight!" Sophie said with a wave. Then she turned and walked inside. Becca squealed with delight. "BECCAAAA!!!" A shrill scream pierced Becca's ears. Just then Pat stormed through the yard. Straight to Becca.
CHAPTER THREE
Pat stormed through the yard and grabbed Becca by her shirt's collar. She smacked Becca in the face and dragged her inside. "And WHY are you talking to her?????" Pat demanded. Becca rubbed her cheek, sore and puffy from the smack. Her cheek wobbled. I'm 16 years old. I can't cry. Becca thought. Pat grabbed Becca's hand from her cheek. "Give me your answer!" Pat screamed, kicking over a nearby garbage can. "Now people are going to suspect you!" Pat pushed Becca upstairs and locked her door. Becca sat, curled up on her bed, afraid, hearing Pat screaming and kicking. This was Becca's moment. The moment that she realized she should be out in the real world, living a real life. She realized Pat was wrong. Wrong and sick. Keeping somebody locked up like this? Not fair! What about justice for Becca? Before she knew it, Pat had stopped her tantrum and Becca heard Pat crying softly in the hall. Becca walked over to her treadmill, as she began waiting for time to pass until 6 'o clock. She started it up, and it blared as it began to move. Becca started to count her minutes on the treadmill, and she got pretty bored. She stopped it and grabbed a note pad and pen out of her drawer. Becca checked her father's old wrist watch for the time. 5:32 PM. She began to write, Hi Sophie! We had fun today. So how are you? Who are your family? Wrote Becca. At a young age, Pat had taught Becca how to write and read. She was a bit like a teacher, back then. Becca had also had human interaction. Well, Pat's interaction. Pat had invited a couple of friends over, saying Becca was her Neice. Pat didn't even have any sisters! Neither did James! Becca became angry and tried to think of any revenge possible. With revenge, don't you usually have a sidekick or partner? Becca thought to herself, frowning. Becca decided that she was going to get out of Pat's clutches. Becca had no contact with anybody but Pat and Sophie. Wait a minute. Sophie! Couldn't Sophie tell somebody? Somebody could call the police? Becca smirked. Her plan was coming into action. As soon as she knew it, it was 6 'o clock! Sophie was at the window smiling and waving at Becca, and preparing her pen and paper. Becca pressed her previous paper up against the window. Hi Sophie! We had fun today. So how are you? Who are your family? Sophie carefully read, and responded back, Hey, Becca. Yes, today was really fun. I'm glad we are neighbours. I'm good. I just took a shower and i'm going to read after this. Ok so, in my family, there is me, my 14 year old brother Todd, my mother Mary Anna, and my dad Michael. Sophie wrote. She pressed the note against the window. Becca read it and wrote, My mom has kept me in this room my whole life. I don't know why. My mom threatened my dad to leave me to die if he told the authorities. Now I need help but I don't know anybody who can help me exept you, Sophie. Sophie scanned the page over and over again. Sophie didn't get it. Was this true? Sophie wrote, Is this really true? Becca nodded. Sophie looked into Becca's pain-filled eyes. I swear it's true. Please, please help me. Just then Sophie noticed a hand imprint from Pat's sharp smack. Ouch. Was this supposedly from Becca's mom? Just, before I decide to help you, is that smack on your cheek from your mom? Sophie wrote. As Becca read, pain breached across her face as she touched the raw sore. Please believe me, this is from her, and I really need help. Sophie's face filled with pity for Becca. Becca, I believe you and want to help you. We just need to make a plan. Or call the Child Protective Services. Becca smiled at her friend and wrote, Thank you so much!!! That'll work. And Becca began to softly cry, not tears of sorrow, but of joy.
CHAPTER FOUR
The girls chatted all night long, trying to come up with ideas to get her out. "Calling the police would be too rough. I would probably be transfered to a foster home and my mom could go to jail.", Decided Becca. She wrote it down and Sophie nodded her head in agreement. "Then I would lose you, Becca. We wouldn't be neighbours anymore." wrote Sophie. Becca began to flip through ideas in her mind. Maybe she could break out the window. Nah, too dangerous. Shattered glass and jumping from her window? Not really a good idea...
Then it happened. The idea that would forever change her life came to mind.
She remembered running past the fridge and seeing her father's phone number. She saw this while running outside on her birthday. If only she could get the number and a phone. It was an excellent idea! Becca wrote : Sophie!I saw my dad's phone number on the fridge when I came outside and maybe if I call him he can get me OUT of here!
Sophie read, looking excited. Her gaze dropped so suddenly. She wrote:
Becca, we don't know anything about him. He could be a criminal, who uses the jail phones.
Becca realized that Sophie could be very well right. He might not be the same kind, loving person from Becca's first, but blurry memory. After a long period of thinking for the girls, Sophie started writing and Becca waited patiently. Sophie eventually wrote to Becca:
Becca, let's just go along with your plan with your dad. It's the best chance we have now. I have a plan now. I am a Girl Scout and I sell cookies. I usually go into the customers kitchen's to drop off the box. Your mom ordered a box of cookies and I'm supposed to deliver the cookies to her tomorrow. So once I'm in the kitchen, I'll grab the number and call your dad from my house!
Becca beamed.
Sophie, I love you! I love this idea! Thank you! I have a really good feeling that it's going to work!
Wrote Becca. The girls bid their good-byes and promised to talk at 3:00 PM the next day, after Sophie delivered cookies. Tomorrow it all began. Becca's life had just begun. A wide smile spread across her face, like a child's on Christmas Day. Reality hit Becca -
She was almost free.
CHAPTER FIVE :
I will be writing more of this story. I should put it in armies and clubs. I based this story on the feral child genie but this time Becca is not feral. 
