Cover <3 The Girl With No Face Chapter 1 I’ve had my fair share of trouble in the past, and the world knows how my mind works, but nothing was as horrible as what was happening now. I was the animal being chased through my mind, chased by a hunter, trying to break free. Her eyes never left mine, and I could tell that the whore was dying to yank out my silky midnight black hair. I couldn’t wait to get a hand full of her bitchy blonde, to throw around the school in glory. But in my moment of glory, it wouldn’t be glory, but cowardness. I was in enough trouble, one more screw-up, and I’m dead… Not entirely dead, but I might as well be as good as dead, for heading to juvie on my third offense. The brat was rich, and she could have whatever the hell she wanted, while girls like me, rough and vicious, had diddly squat! The tardy bell rang for the lunch doors to shut and the kids who have class to be in the rooms or else they’ll get sent straight to SAFE. Been there done that, three times a week. They’re starting to discuss with my dad on sending me to the Pima County Juvenile Court Detention Center. One more slip up, and my ass is sent there. “You gonna fight?!†a voice shrieked out at me. My eyes blinked, just broken from my stare off into space. My eyes turned up, and that bitch of a snob was standing in front of me. “You might as well fight Darson! You’re no good here anyway, and if you touch me, your ass is going to jail!†she shouted, shoving my shoulder out of the seat. The first few punches weren’t as bad as I thought, but punching back was quite the opposite. I let her hit me a few times, but it didn’t hurt. I was a tough girl. My fist balled up, and punched her once, square in the face. I didn’t even mean to hit her that hard. Her sparkle blue eyes squinted as her face scrunched together, falling back on her ass, bleeding through her nose and lips. She was moaning and crying out loud like a toddler, it was pathetic. My face was a little bruised up, but it was nothing but a few scratches and blotches. My teeth clenched, and my hands tightened. She wasn’t as tough as she’d been bragging for the last week or so. She was just a toddler who needs to get off the breast milk and grow up. Hands wrapped around my arms, dragging me back towards the shut doors. I just kept my eyes on her crying face, bleeding out, and pouring like a faucet. Teachers were gathering along with the students, taking pictures with their phones and camera’s, getting the proof of my winning blow, and evidence that’s going to put me away for about eight to ten years. The hands around my arm let go, and I realized I was in the guidance office. This was a new low. Usually they’d drag me straight to the Principal’s office. When I turned to look at the hands that dragged me in here, it was the P.E teacher, Mr. Kane, obsessed with the freshman bitch, whose ass I just kicked. He looked pissed, and it made me giggle. The next hands that dragged me in here was the World Geography teacher, Mr. Hanes. He’s usually the cool teacher, but he’s always at a fight scene. He’ll let it go on for a second, just to see if it’s interesting enough to stop or let the girls and guys work it out. Mr. Kane pushed me into the seat, more forcibly. I’d tell the judge that at my hearing. I could already tell this was going to be taken to court, so I shouldn’t even act like they’ve given me the element of surprise when they tell me. The guidance office was a boring place to sit for a little while. All you could do was stare at the walls and at the bowl of candy on her desk. She’d always offer some out before talking, to get the students in a better mood, and of course, I’d always take a Twix. She knew me well enough to start handing me Twix’s. She really felt like she could help me, but to be honest, I doubt anyone can help me. It was something I needed to work up on my own. A door opened behind me, of course the chair was turned towards the desk, that was turned to see who was coming in the doorway. My head whipped around, and I saw Mr. Kane leaving, while Mr. Hanes took the seat against the wall. I stared down at the green carpet, taking in a deep breath, smelling the cinnamon candles lit in the room. The red wall paper made me hungry for some reason. I didn’t eat lunch and I learned in art that the color red can mess with your appetite. Mrs. Reynolds, the guidance councilor came in, with a wonderful smile upon her face. No matter what, nothing could put her in a bad mood. She sat down in her chair, and I heard more footsteps walking in. It was Mr. Reynolds, her husband, and principal of the school. A state trooper also walked in, his hat pointing straight up like he was all excited about something, like a promotion after he arrests me. Mrs Reynolds already handed me a pack of Twix. I accepted gratefully, opening the top, taking a bite out of the stop. I wish it could pause like in the commercials, and give me time to think before they started asking me questions. I should’ve asked for a lawyer, like a smartass, but I liked Mrs. Reynolds, and she was cool in my book. “Sweetie, who started the fight?†she asked, her velvet voice flowing through the room. My eyes glistened. I was too tough to cry, but I wanted to, because this time it wasn’t my fault, it was hers. “She did,†I answered softly. She looked at me, her eyes glistened a little, and for a moment of silence, and the glare in her eyes, she could tell I wasn’t lying. She wrote something down on a piece of paper, then smiled again. “Did she talk to you first?†she asked. My head moved over to the side, to look at the state trooper’s gun. It looked bigger since the last time I saw one. I looked back at her. “I’m going to tell you, I didn’t even say a word to her… She came over and asked if I wanted to fight, then threatened if I touched her, she’d send me to jail. Then she pushed me then threw a few punches,†I said, moving my face to the sides, rubbing my cut’s and bruises to show the damage she’d done, “ and then, I threw one punch for self defense,†I finished, lowering my face. She nodded and then looked at her husband, who was ready to speak. He reached a piece of paper off the desk, and pulled out glasses. He wasn’t very old, he was very young. He was the newest principal when I reached her my freshman year. Mrs. Reynolds wasn’t that old either, she was only a year younger than Mr. Reynolds. His spiky black hair swayed slightly, when he bent his head down, to read the piece of paper. “It says here, that she’s got witnesses, that say you started it, by arguing with her earlier,†he said, looking up. Now I couldn’t look more guilty. I did infact, argue with her earlier, because she took my bridesmaid mirror out of my bag and broke it, leaving the glass all around the desk, with a note that had red marker written on it, making it look like blood. She was stereotyping me, and it made me very mad, so I did yell at her. “Yes… she broke my stuff.. I bitched her out for it, but I didn’t touch her,†I defended. They got used to my dirty mouth by now, so they didn’t even bother to ask me to stop using the language. I had my freedom of speech too, so they really couldn’t so much about that. “Did you report it to Mrs. Stanley? When we asked her she said it was first period,†he said, taking his finger across the paper, to not lose his place on the page. My arms pushed up and down in a shrug. “I actually did… she did nothing but sigh and rub the temples on her head with her thumb and index finger… and she said to take the fight somewhere else,†I answered, waving my hand off to the side, looking back at the state trooper. He looked new, like a rookie. I’ve never seen him in here before, but his face was one I wouldn’t forget. He was actually beautiful in my eyes. Shaggy black hair, that was purely straight down to his chin. He had crystal blue eyes and a skinny set jaw, having his chin point slightly. His nose was rather small, but it looked cute on him. “Okay, we’ll talk to Mrs. Stanley about that Jessica…†he nodded, looking through more papers. I took another bite from my twix, munching around the caramel and crunch chocolate, savoring the flavor. More than likely, this might be the last thing ‘sweet’ that I’ll have for the next, who knows how long. I threw the wrapper in the garbage next to her desk. “Jessica, sweetie,†Mrs. Reynolds stood up from behind her desk, holding a package. She walked around her desk, her long brown curls bouncing as she took each step. She put the package in my lap, and sat on the surface of her desk towards me, lifting my chin up to her view by putting her thumb and index finger under my chin, and lifting up gently. “If… this ends up, badly… I want you to know that I believe you, and I don’t think you were trying to hurt anyone,†she said. Pfft.. Should’ve stuck to saying I believe you… I just wanted to rip out a handful of her hair about twenty minutes ago. “Also.. Jessica,†Mr. Reynolds looked up from his paper. “It says here, you threatened her life in first period,†he said, looking down to read it again. I lost my temper there, and slammed my fist onto the chair’s arm rest. “That’s a lie!†I shouted, my body tensing up. He didn’t look to happy with my reaction, but what was he supposed to expect? Kitties and rainbows? “Jessica, please calm down. She has witnesses,†he answered to my rage. He looked up at the officer and shook his head softly. “I’m very sorry Jessica… but we don’ know what more to do with you at this point. It’s your third federal offense to attacking someone. He’s going to have you detained for now, and have you booked, on a battery assault,†he said, taking off his glasses. I was frozen, in my body and mind. I didn’t even have time to think about what was just now happening. I saw the trooper move, and pull out a pair of handcuffs. Of course he would.. A freaking battery assault would make a trooper cuff up the suspect for their own safety. I first opened the package that she put in my lap. It was a book, a small empty book that had blank pages. There was pencils in a little plastic case attacked to the side. “It’s a journal. I’d be very pleased if you wrote down your logs at the place you’d going, so that I can monitor you. I worry about you sometimes, and I stay up most of the night, wondering if anyone will understand you…†she said, patting my shoulder. I smiled, with the passion of how much she cared. I felt the trooper’s cold hand touch underneath the top of my arm, gently pulling me up, allowing me to also do it on my free will. “I don’t think you’ll be much trouble Jessica, but this is regulations…†he said, sounding somewhat sorry for me. I scoffed. No one should feel sorry for me. I don’t even feel sorry for myself. I brought my hands forward, allowing him to cuff me in the front. I really didn’t want to be cuffed from behind. It already happened once, and my shoulders hurt after that. The metal cuffs clinked around my wrists, not so tight, not too loose. He gently pulled me towards the door, and I could only frown, as I saw a gleam in Mrs. Reynold’s eyes, as if she were going to cry. My eyes pulled forward, as students crowded in the hallway outside of the guidance office, staring at me. The state trooper led me down the hallway towards the glass doors, where I saw his car through the glass. The walk was longer than expected. The cuffs felt heavier than what it did. I saw my friends, the doors to the school. I had no friends here. Only my dignity, and my strength. He pushed the doors open, gently leading me through and to the police vehicle. He opened the door, and pushed my head down, as I sat in the back seat, so I wouldn’t hit my head. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.†**** The court wasn’t scheduled until the day after tomorrow. My mother didn’t even care where I was. I had to call her, by the courts orders. The room with the telephone was mostly empty. The only exception was the state trooper, that was assigned my case. I picked up the phone, dialing the house number, knowing she might not even be home. On the first ring, I was so lucky that she picked up. She sounded like hadn’t drank in a little while and that she finally did. “Darson residence,†she slurred her words. Of course… she’s always drunk, what am I thinking? She would give me up for an ounce of vodka. I cleared my throat. “Mom? I’m at the county jail,†I struggled, slowing down my words for her to understand better… “Oh.. It’s you Jessica,†she said, sounding disappointed just to hear from me. I sighed, waiting for her to speak again. “What did you do this time?†she asked, rustling around with something. I heard a door open in the background. “I got in a fight. It’s my third offense, and they’ve already explained everything to me. I’m either going to jail, or Juvenile. They want you and dad at my court hearing,†I tried explaining. My eyes shifted around the room as she started cursing aloud on the phone. “Jessica Marie Darson! Do you have the slightest idea where your father is!†she yelled. I winced at her words. “He lives in Miami.. I know,†I squinted my eyes, rubbing my head from a headache. She was upset enough. I know she doesn’t want dad involved, but the thing was… “He’s already been contacted, as my financial supporter. He’s flying in on Thursday, the day of my court hearing.†I heard something shatter in the background. She already didn’t sound happy. “You’re dead… When you come home, look forward to it. You can go to court with your father! But don’t count on seeing me there!†she shouted into the phone, then hanging up on me. I heard a click and the line dropped. I slammed the phone into the reciever and just screamed as loud as I could. I saw the trooper jump from the side. He had his gun pulled out, just in case. “Jessica are you okay?†he asked, pointing the gun down after ten seconds of silence. I nodded my head, rubbing my thumb against the headache. He took a deep breath, then started rubbing his head. Thursday came by pretty quick.. What with no more school for me. I stayed up all night and slept all day, doing absolutely nothing. My father let me stay with him in the hotel, because he knew how much I couldn’t stand mom. Dad wasn’t as heartless as mom. He was a wonderful father, but mom took my away from him ten years ago, when I was six. And being an only child wasn’t very fun. She stuck me to cleaning the house, and making money for her to go out and get drunk so she can come home and hit me for being angry at her ‘dates’ who bail out on her. I walked down the aisle of the court, looking both ways and sighing, sitting at the left table from my view, the right from the judges, on the defendant side. My lawyer sat on the far left, I sat in the middle and my father sat on the left. I held both my hands together, rubbing my thumb over my other thumb, wondering if the judge would believe me or not. A few minutes after staring into the empty room, Brittney, both her parents, and their lawyer walked in. Brittney looked absolutely horrid. She had some sort of cast like bandage around her purple and black bruised up nose. She twitched once she saw me. Hopefully when I return, she’ll learn not to piss me off anymore. Her lawyer walked over. She was african american, and had short flakey brown hair. She wore a gray suit, instead of a possible black one she’d have in her closet. She set her briefcase down in the floor in front of the table. “I’ve got a deal I want to put on the table, Miss Darson,†she said, in a nasally deep voice. I looked at my lawyer. She was Caucasian, and had long brown hair, with bangs, and deep brown eyes. She stood up, shaking her hand. “Mrs. Garrison, I assume this deal will help Miss and Mr. Dawson,†e said with a smile. “Oh my yes… Brittney sustained only one injury from the fight, and if proven guilty, she could face up to eight years. But I talked it over with Brittney, and she’s agreed that if Miss Dawson will confess, we shall give her only two years, in the Pima County Detention Center. No jail, and a possible parole… Will you take it?†she asked. I looked at my lawyer, to check if it was a good deal. It would save us from having to go through the court trying to prove myself innocent, while I already know that I’m screwed no matter what, so I better take the easy way out. “Miss Garrison, I agree to the deal,†I said, choking on my own words.
I just knew that this would be good Renesmee <3 Like I saw, the cover was amzing and so is this! I see, so far, nothing wrong with grammar or spelling errors [but eh, i'm only 12 >~<] But still, this is just... woah... continue to do a great job! You're an amazing writer :]
It's very good. But you shouldn't post it all here. Maybe one or two chapters to draw us in, but leave the rest out. That is, if you plan on publishing and selling it. That way, you get our attention, but we have to pay to find out what happens next. If you post it all here, then everyone here won't want to buy it, since they'd have already read it, and can come back here if they want to read it again. But this is only if you want it published.
Thank you bunches guys ='D I lost my notebook on the bus and I'll have to type everything down from the second chapter from scratch don't worry Azure, that's what i kinda plan on doing, just to be mean >:3 haha, it's a State Police Officer.. I know them as troopers where i'm from KY XD
Chapter 2 The judge walked in, after we’d gotten the situation handled. Miss Garrison mentioned the deal we made, and he looked a little happier. Maybe the judge would be able to do better things with his spare time. He went over the documents for a minute then sighed. “Miss Darson…. You are aware that while in the care of the warden, Alexandria Johnson, that if your behavior should poorly reflect more than three times, that your next stop will be jail, and that I will no longer be able to help you?” he stated. I looked at his dark skin and deep brown eyes. His short cut hair suited his hairline, and I looked at the floor. “Yes your honor,” I answered, kicking the floor with the tip of my shoe. The suit my father made me wear felt weird. It made me feel all proper, even though I know I’m not. It was silly to be something I’m not. I watched him stack the papers and stand up. “Councilors, it was a pleasure to have this sorted out. Court had made the final verdict. Two years in the Pima County Detention center… Miss Darson. Please take this in effect, a word of caution, if you may… Please don’t put your case in this system again. It’s a shame to have to put away such a pretty girl…” he said, and I was no innocent pretty girl. Throw me up and lock away the keys. At least I was free of the bitch and that was all that mattered. I stepped out of the court, after being cuffed once more, and headed to the front of the building, where a bus was waiting to transport me all the way to Pima county… a four hour drive to some mental and juvenile center to just baby-sit me for two years. My father walked beside me, and I could see a gleam in his eye. I was saddened that I was getting ready to leave. “Dad?” I asked, looking at him, still walking down the hallway, seeing the bus roar to life through the glass doors. “Yeah Jes?” he asked, using an old favorite nickname. I couldn’t help but smile slightly. My eyes focused on his. “Would you please….send mom some money? I’m not going to be able to work around the town babysitting while I’m at the juvy center… Just have a return address from me, if you don’t want her to know it’s you,” I pondered. Mom needed all the help she could get for the next tow years. She had no job, and the bills have been sky rocketing lately. I could only hope for the best for her. Dad smiled and ruffled my hair with his hand smiling. “I’ll do what I can to help your mom. But it’ll have to be her to be the one to decide on whether she wants help or not,” he explained, then opened the glass door, leading me out. I walked proudly down the steps, hearing the jungles of the chains around my hand every time I walked down a step. The bus door opened, and I stepped onward, waiting for the day to be over. A quick nap and I should be there I no time. I could only watch as the door shut, and my father disappear. The bus drove off into the highway, onto the place that will change my life as of today. The bus pulled up to the Juvie Center, where two women were standin outside. One in a business suit, and one in a white nurse outfit. I walked off the bus after the doors opened, and I sighed. The woman in the business suit had her hair pulled back and her posture slim and sleek. The nurse was slightly overweight, and looked cheerful. Her hair was short and looked curled everywhere, in a style that suited her. “Mrs. Darson,” the woman in the suit greeted. “I am Julia Nicholson, your parole office after you serve your time and get possibility of parole. I am only here to ensure your arrival. This is Jeana Wright, your practitioner slash nurse. The warden will meet you soon, but right now she is off on a business trip,” she said. Her eyes burned with a welcoming passion, thought I could see the horrifying smirk of something not evil, but somewhat close. Jeana walked me down the hallway, by my side. I carried my bag towards the hallway that will be my new home for the next few years. It was rather disgusting, being in such a clean environment with other teenagers who have murdered, stole, kidnapped, and fought. There were a few girls sitting on the couch at the open room at the end of the hallway, watching television, another girl was napping and another playing ping-pong on the table in the corner. Jeana opened a door, with the room number 4B. She motioned her hand towards the door, for me to follow through, so I did. There was a window, connecting to the room so that I could see who also had access to my room if I leave it unlocked. There was another door at the far end, connecting the two rooms together. I looked through the glass, seeing a little girl, crouching on the floor, staring through the window into my room. She looked.. Scared. She wore a white gown. Her face seemed baby like, as if she stopped aging around the age of ten, but her body looked a few years younger than mine. Her eyes were crystal blue, and she had straight long black hair, that draped over her shoulders, as her body was bent over. Her face was pale, as was the rest of her body. “Here at the Pima County Detention Center we have a buddy system. Your buddy will be Madison,” she said with confidence. The clear Plexiglas window shined once from the light, and Madison banged on it with an open palm. She was now standing and her face tilted to the side. She pushed up on the Plexiglas, opening the window slightly. “Madison, this is Jessica,” Jeana greeted. Madison simply smiled, her skinny body bending over towards the glass. “Hello Jessica,” she smiled with a voice, that matched her young looks. I could only nod and slightly smile. The next morning wasn’t as bad as the group said. last night, I was met by the other detention girls. None of them interested me. One girl was too good to be trued. I heard that her friend stashed pot in her locked and she got caught with it, taking the fall. Lovely girl, just in the wrong place and the wrong time. She even had the sweetest name… Amber. “So how long are ya here for?” I asked, sitting on my bed next to Amber. She was the only one I liked out of the group. She was just like me. Wrong place and wrong time…. “I’ve been here a while. I got another year here then a possible parole. If not, I got two years in prison,” she explained, her tone sounding accepting, towards her fate. I sighed, looking at the empty room through the glass, my eyes squinting softly. I looked over at Amber. “Why did Madison get locked in here? She seems-” “Nice?” she picked up the rest of my question. She didn’t smile anymore, but didn’t frown. Her sparkle blue eyes didn’t seem full of cheer anymore, and her medium long blond hair swayed around her shoulders. “She killed her parents.” “How sad,” I commented, looking around the room. The fresh wallpaper wasn’t as pretty as it may have seemed at one. It looked dirty like though, as if see through. I heard Amber let out a moan, and I looked over at her, to see what she was moaning about. “Something happened to Madison’s old roommate, and she’s been depressed since. The other morning, she went missing, and no one knows where she is. They think she escaped, because the only thing she wouldn’t leave behind was her diary. No one’s found it yet.” “Lucky girl,” I commented, standing up and stretching. My heart immediately jumped when I heard screaming and shouting. Amber and I ran over to the open door, looking down the hallway at the other doors opening to see the commotion. Two male nurses were struggling against Madison. The way she threw her arms were savage like, and she tried kicking around. It was scary, watching her yell like that, watching her jerk her body. Not one part of her body was touching the floor. Jeana ran along the hallway, in front of the nurses. It was weird seeing her run, where she was overweight. Barely anyone at the high school would run if they were overweight. Jeana ran passed the door Amber and I were standing at, and we watched her open a room, with the initials “Q.A” on the door. The male nurses literally dragged Madison into that room, where it was then shut, and hopefully locked so she couldn’t get out. “What’s happening?” I asked, curious as to what Madison was screaming about. She looked frightened, and scared. “Jeana is telling everyone it’s just a breakdown, but none of us are that stupid. They’ve kept Madison here ever since she was nine, and they scare her into going into a pshycotic breakdown, so she stay’s longer. They’re actually experimenting on Madison, but none of the board believed us when they came to visit. They said it’s a regular checkup that we go through once every while, except for Madison, who only goes once every day instead of once every so often for us. They try to tell her that she killed her parents, but she doesn’t remember,” Amber trailed on. I looked at the door, dying to walk up and go inside… To pat her shoulder and tell her everything’s okay. I shifted my glare back to Amber. “Tell me more about this… old roommate. What was her name?” I asked, trying to get off the subject of Madison. Amber lit up a smile on her face, and I could tell she was ready to start another story. Lucky her…. “Well… Destiny, her name, was a very social person here at the center. She would always ask how others were, and if everyone was doing okay. She loved to hang out with Madison. She was like her best friend. But ever since Madison was being…. ‘experimented’ with, she started to get suspicious of them. She tried telling Madison to tell the board next time they checked up on us, and that they would leave her alone if she did, but she didn’t believe any of us about it. She even thinks it helps her, but I know it doesn’t. Destiny only wanted to help Madison, but Madison wouldn’t allow it, because Jeana filled her head with stupid idea’s…” Amber went on and on. She pointed over into the next room, where the Plexiglas was at. She sighed and stared. “I can remember coming in here once, looking for Destiny, but she was in Madison’s room, reading to her. They never taught her how to read or write y’know?” she said, tittering slightly at the memory. “If Destiny was so nice, how did she end up in here?” I asked. It didn’t seem like Destiny did such a bad thing to end up locked up in such a horrible place. “She told me that her mother got mad at her one day and they argued from since the crack of dawn, to the set of the sun. So she took her baby brother and ran off. Her mother didn’t want anything to do with her after that, and she told the police she wanted her in here for kidnapping. So she got three years, after a third offense. She tried running away a few more times before deciding to lock her in here. Poor girl’s probably out there all by herself, finally succeeding and running away,” she chuckled at her last words. I sat back down on the bed, looking at her standing at the Plexiglas. My hands tightened around the sides of my bed, and I took a deep breath. “Such a cruel world,” I commented.
oh wow... Madison sure is scary.... and I love her~!! xD As always, a wonderful job done. Good lcuk in continuing the sotry and I hope it gets published! And hopefully it goes world wide! Then I can have a chance to read the whole novel <3
thank you both =) i'm going to stop posting around the fourth or fifth chapter, and then after i finish on the novel (i'll post to let everyone know ;D) I'm going to start looking for publishing companies, and hopefully if anyone wants to help me with that, i'd be happy =)
hahaha, you'd be surprised Chapter 3 The anger management group was a total waste of time. It wasn’t like I’d ever go through the technique’s while I’m mad, I’ll be too pissed to remember what techniques would best help me when I get angry. My eyes could only focus on Madison in the other room, while it was getting dark outside. The window that was on the end wall showed what was outside. It was a playground, for the level eight’s. They’d get more free time everyday and get to go out and breathe in fresh air. I got up from my bed, opening the window to get fresh air. Bars were on the outside of the window through, so no one could escape. I sat in the window, looking up at the moonlight, wondering how my first day went in everyone’s eyes. I put my hand on the cold bar. It was freezing outside, but my room was rather warm. I felt nauseas, as if I were going to get sick or something. The cold air prevented that though. It was if a rotten aroma came through the window. I gagged and literally bent over the railing, starting to throw up through the three bars. I finished and wiped my mouth, looking at the ground, seeing something shine. It was a necklace that I barely missed. It was a beautiful necklace, one with a rose entrapped in gold. I stuck my hand through the bars and tried reaching it. My arm wasn’t long enough to get it. I sighed, blowing my bangs away from my face. I turned away from the window, running over to my luggage, looking for something to help me get the necklace. I found a clothes hanger instead in my closet, untwisting it and bending it around. “Why I am doing this.. I really don’t know,” I spoke aloud. I looked over at Madison’s room, seeing her sit in the corner, sketching on a piece of paper. I cocked my head to the side, wondering what she was sketching. Her eyes never left the paper though. I ran over to the window again, putting the metal clothes hanger out of the bars, hooking onto the necklace. I pulled it up, and felt it in my hand. It looked like it hadn’t been outside very long. I held it in my hand, feeling the cold chain wrap around my hand. It was almost frozen. I rubbed my thumb over the red rose in the middle of a gold thorn branch, wrapping around it. The rose was as big as my pinky nail, and the gold looked pure. I put the necklace in my pocket and walked over to the door, opening it. Jeana was in the open room down the hallway, and looked up at me, from her station. “Jessica,” she said, a soft smile on her face. “Bed time is in five minutes… Have you took your shower?” she asked. “Yeah, I got finished a little while ago,” I said, shaking my damp hair. It was hard to tell if my hair was wet where it was purely black. I walked across the hallway, to Amber’s room. Her room was 4A, lucky me. I tapped on her door, waiting for an answer. The door opened after ten or fifteen seconds. She was drying her hair with her towel. “Hey Jessica… We’ve only got a few minutes… Please come in,” she said, standing out of the way so I could walk in. He room was quite the opposite as mine was. Her bed was on the left wall in the corner, and her buddy window was on the right wall. Her closet on the right as I walked in. I sat on her bed and pulled out the necklace from my pocket. “Does this mean anything?” I asked, as the chain straightened out as I let loose the rose. She could only stare in awe, and walk up, putting the rose in her light hands. Her eyes looked soft and afraid. “Where did you get this?” she whispered, in a soft tone, that wasn’t happy or frustrated, but depressed. “I found it outside of the window. I used a wire hanger to pull it up,” I answered, not mentioning that I was sick to my stomach. “This was Destiny’s most treasured item… Her boyfriend sent it to her and she never took it off,” she said, sitting next to me on the bed. I looked closer at the necklace, seeing initial’s engraved on the back of the necklace. I took it and turned it over, seeing the initials “TFD and DYW.” “Who was her boyfriend?” I asked, wondering at the initials. “She told me his name was Trent Damron. I guess the initials are his, and hers are defiantly DYW. Destiny Yolanda Wallace…” she said, staring at the necklace. A knock on the door came into our auditory sense, and I pulled the necklace behind my back, seeing the door open. It was Jeana. “Time for bed darlings,” she smiled, standing against the door, waiting for me to walk out. I sighed and looked at Amber. “Come by tomorrow morning,” I offered, and then started walking out of her room, and across the hallway. I heard Amber’s door shut after I shut mine. I looked up, and my heart jumped right out of my chest. The lights were out, and the window nightlights were on, showing Madison in a scary posture. I freaked out. “Whoa!” I jumped, falling back against the wall, breathing heavily. My heart was thudding and I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. Madison only stared at me, no smirk on her face, and no life in her body. She only stared at me, and didn’t apologize for scaring the **** out of me. “Oh….” I breathed, still heavily. “Madison, you frightened me.” She banged on the window, making my heart jump again. I heard loud thumping on the roof, and I heard thunder. I looked out the window, seeing the heavy rain start to form. I pushed myself back by kicking against the floor, and pushing with my hands. The nightlights dimmed off and on, as lightning struck. It flashed the whole room, and I breathed against the cold air. My window was still open and the wind brought the rain in. I stood up, running to the window, shutting it. I looked back over at Madison’s window. She disappeared. I cocked my head to the side, then looked at the door connecting our rooms. It was open wide. I was scared now, and my heart wouldn’t stop thumping. Something pulled me back by my hair, and I felt a hit to the face. It felt like Brittney and I were fighting again. I screamed out, shrieking out as loud as I could, pushing Madison away from me. She didn’t make a sound, which was very creepy. I expected to hear her yell in frustration, or in effort or something, but nothing. I was trying my hardest to get her away from me, but it felt as if she were barely trying. I watched the lightning strike once more, and another punch in the face, loosing everything in my mind and body. Waking up was hell. I squirmed around the floor, feeling the soreness of the fight from the night. My headache was throbbing, and I felt the bruises around my face pulsate. I opened my eyes, seeing the bright light from the window. My lights were still off, and I looked over at the clock on the wall. It was a few minutes before eight. Jeana would be in here soon. I didn’t want to get up, I wanted to lay there and just cry now. Laying there wasn’t going to be a problem, but crying would. I’ve never been able to cry from a fight, but the emotions were overwhelming. I pulled myself up , sitting against the bed, holding my hand to my head. I heard a knock at the door and saw Jeana come in, ready to wake us up, but to her surprise, I was already awake. “Good morn-” she started, seeing my slightly bloody, and bruised face. I looked down, ashamed actually. I let the little girl beat me to a pulp. I felt her cold hands against my bruised face. “Come on sweetie, let’s get you fixed up,” she said, pulling me up. I did half the work, too sore to move. She kept her hands on my shoulders, helping me out of the door and down the hallway. I shed tears, for the first time in years, but not from pain. For the emotional wreck I was becoming, from a scary night, and a scary witch, staring me down into a physical breakdown. She held open her door, sitting me down into a chair at her nurses station. I felt something cold against my face. It smelled horrible and it stung. I whimpered at the first few seconds, but I then got used to it. “I’m sorry about Madison sweetie. She’s been out of control really since Destiny…” she said apologetically. I felt her take the rag off and stick me with something. I groaned softly and looked at the needle she stuck me with. I felt the numbness spread across my cheek, and then nothing. I watched her stitch up my face. It must’ve been pretty bad of a gash. “Why did she do that?” I asked, confused. I could hear her breathing against my ear where she stitched me up. “She has DID, a Dissociative Identity Disorder. Only two though, lucky us. One is a psychotic killer that she doesn’t remember anything of, and the sweet innocent one, which is the only one she can remember…” she said, then put up her stuff, taking off the gloves I didn’t see her put on. I looked at the door I came through, seeing a bunch of girls looking in from the sides. None of them appeared to be Madison, but I saw Amber. Her eyes looked horrified by my appearance. I looked over at the mirror on the wall. I was even in shock. I held my hand up to my sore face, seeing the red blotches around cheeks, and the gash against my left cheek bone. “You’re all set to go Jessica. Just go lay down until the soreness wears off,” she smiled. I nodded, standing up, staggering slightly. I felt someone’s warm hand around my arm, holding me up. I looked over, seeing Amber had run over to help me. Bless her. My room was warm now. I asked Amber to open up the window, and she gladly did. My bed was full of blankets now, thanks to some of the girls who heard about my unfortunate event. They helped by bringing their blanket to make me more comfortable. We all may have done something bad to end up here, but I don’t think any of us were that heartless. I hadn’t seen Madison since last night. The way her eyes burned in mine, it was so nerve wrecking. I felt scared now to be around her, even her room. I looked over at the still open door, shivering at the memory. Amber caught on and walked over, closing and locking the door from my side. I smiled, shutting my eyes and hopefully getting some rest that was more comforting than the floor. Dreaming wasn’t as comforting as the blankets though. Everything was pitch black, and the lights would go on and off, dimming and brightening. I could see Madison sitting in the dark room, in a chair. The spotlight going on and off. Her face wouldn’t stop burning in my eyes. She looked pained, and terrified. As if she did something horrible. Her arms were sketched with a dark pencil, like charcoal. It was horrible seeing her. She moved her face up, and it was empty. No eyes, no nose, no lips. Just blank skin. I could see myself from a regular view, falling back and only staring at her. She was frightening, and it was horrible, seeing her. I screamed out for Jeana, but the doors were locked behind me. The room was dark, and the doors were large ones, that you only push open. I pushed and pulled, hoping to open them. A small light came one, like the nightlight around the mirror. I watched around the room. It was a circular room. One with mirrors. I wanted to cry out. To scream and cry for someone to help. “Leave me alone!” I shrieked, really using my voice as loud and forcefully as I could. And then my eyes opened, and I was breathing heavily. The lights were out, and the blinds were shut against the bared window, and I could see Madison against the window staring at me. I jumped and hit the wall beside me. She didn’t look so horrible as she did last night. At least this image didn’t burn into my mind. The Plexiglas was cracked slightly at the bottom, opened just a half inch. “Jessica? Are you okay?” her young voice trailed. Her face didn’t have an expression. It was empty… like my dream was. No face for expression. I wiped my face, from the dripping sweat of my hot room. The window was still open, but I saw that I was covered in blankets. I pulled them off and looked over at Madison again, shaking my head up and down. “Yeah, I’m fine Madison… Don’t worry about me,” I said. I swear I could see her bang on the glass again, but I heard and saw nothing. My eyes were starting to play tricks on me. I could see her empty face again. It was as if she had no face again. I blinked a few more times, getting out of the weary state of sleepiness. “Jeana told me you were attacked… I was just keeping an eye on you… They won’t let me in your room though,” she frowned. I could imagine why. I sat up, grabbing a small towel hanging on the foot of my bed. I wiped my face, feeling that I pulled on the stitches, gasping out and groaning, rubbing the sore spot. Madison only looked in awe, and walked over to her bed, laying down. I watched for a good few minutes, taking into effect that she might’ve fell asleep.
INTENSE! Just... woah! o: But I love these kinds of books <3 Reneesme, you're work is still and always wonderful. I'm glad you mentioned about stopping at the 4th or 5th chapter xD I'm curious what will happen next~
I'm so sorry guys, but this is the last chapter ): and i'm sorry it's not a long on either i might post sneak peaks though, =D Chapter 4 The first week of the detention center was a little hectic. I would never look at Madison the same again. I could never see her as the little girl who looked so nice and so calm. I had a scar on my face after Jeana took out my stitches. It wasn’t pretty, and it annoyed me when other girls looked at me, staring at my scar. I could only scowl at whoever looked. “Ladies! May I have your attention?” Jeana called out. I looked up from the book I was reading in the television room. It was the bog open space at the end of the hallway. A lovely woman was standing next to Jeana. She had long curly hair, blue eyes with brown eye shadow, lower black eyeliner, and upper mascara. Her skin wasn’t so pale as everyone else’s, and she wore a ravishing in style business suit. She had a skinny set jaw and small glossy lips. Her white teeth shined through them. “Jessica? Mind if I talked with you?” her heartfelt question flowed. It felt like a siren singing. “Of course,” I breathed, putting the book on the table in front of me. I stood off the gray couch and walked around the table, following the woman down the hall. I could hear Jeana behind me call out to the girls behind me. “Okay guys! Off to the gym!” The woman I followed walked all the way down the hallway, walking into a room with the initial’s A.J on the door. She held it open and I walked in, sitting in one of the seats in the office room. She walked in front of me, sitting on her desk. She reminded me of Mrs. Reynolds. Same curly hair, clothes, and sweet voice. “Jessica, my name is Alexis Johnson… I am the warden here at the Pima county Juvenile Detention Center. How has your first week been?’ she asked, putting her hands on one another. I could finally raise the corners of my lips, seeing she didn’t stare at my scar along my cheek bones. “It’s okay… A little better than I expected,” I answered her question easily and truthfully. She seemed to smile slightly. “To be honest, I used to be in a Juvenile once, for getting in fights… After I got out, I started working better in school and then I decided to open up my own detention center. The one I went to was horrible. It was the same routine over and over again. I promised to make a detention center to let the students roam around and meet others, who are also troubled. If they are beyond my control though, I must send them back to court and I can no longer help them,” she stated. I didn’t really pay much attention to her, but id figure she’d get my attention sooner or later. I didn’t really want to look at her. She still reminded me too much of Mrs. Reynolds. I could see her arms cross and a small smile upon her face. “Ya know, I read your file,” she said, standing up from the edge of her desk, walking around it, and pulling up a yellow file, opening it. “You lived with your mother, and you weren’t allowed to confront your father… I bet that made you pretty mad eh?” she asked, looking up. Now she was getting personal. It ticked me a little bit. “I bet mommy wasn’t really a big supporter, seeing as how your father just shipped off a check for a thousand dollars to her… Tell me Jessica, did she ever touch you? We’ve got plenty of medical records in which the doctors suspected that your mother hit you…” she said, flipping a page in the file and sitting down. “I asked my father to help her out. I get hurt at work sometimes. Babysitting can do that,” I defended. I watched her closely. “Ya know Jessica… You don’t have to go back to her after this is all over,” she said. “Yeah I know,” I answered. “After this, I’m going to go live life on the streets, like most adults expect me to.” I could see her frown at my smart aleck remark. It was a personal question that didn’t need answered. “Jessica, please reason,” she said, looking more through the file. She pulled out on piece of paper. “What about this Brittney girl… Are you going to go seek revenge? Hurt or kill her?” she asked. I was ticked more than possible now. I stood up and knocked over the chair. “I’m finished talking to you,” I said, then walked towards the door, and out of it. I decided not to head to gym. I didn’t really like sports. It wasn’t very interesting, and it felt like too much work. I instead walked back to my room, the scar on my face throbbing. It formed a headache and I shook my head. I cracked open my door, and immediately I felt a chill from my room. I pushed my door open, hearing it creak as if icy. I saw someone sitting on the floor beside my bed. Her head was down, covered in her knee’s. Her hair looked bluish black, like almost frozen over perfect black hair. Her arms were pale and she wore a white gown, similar yet different from Madison’s. “Hello?” I asked, shutting my door. I walked forward. She didn’t look familiar. I haven’t even seen this girl anywhere here in the last week. Maybe she was a newcomer or something scared to death. I saw in her hand the necklace I found outside of my window. I lost it whenever Madison attacked me that day. I put my hand on her shoulder, patting her shoulder softly. I heard her stifle a cry. “Are you okay?” I asked. Her head lifted up. Her eyes were blank, pure white, and her face was bluish and cracked. I gasped, jumping back hitting the wall, horrified by her. I felt like I was now in a scary movie, and that I was the dumb blonde who always get’s caught and killed. “He can’t see me again,” her eerie and echoed voice fluttered. She stood up, her bones dislodging everywhere in her body. I could hear the bones crunching and snapping. I shook my head and ran towards the door, only to scream as she tripped me, and forcibly started to drag me into Madison’s pitch black room. I tried to hold onto the ground, but my nails scraped against the hardwood floor, as the force jerked me loose from the ground, and I was gone into the darkness. The last thing I saw, was something purple under my bed, sticking out of the crack against the wall, and then… I felt pain.
As in a UNITED state officer? Sorry I'm from england and don't know MUCH about america. In fact the most revcent thing I know is that george bush got a pair of shoes thrown at his head.
Well now that I'm clear on all the terms and understand it I think it was an excellent first four chapters. I'll bet that if you do publish it then the erm...Publishy people? Will have no choice but to turn it into a really popular book. Would you be keeping it as the same title?
I do like the title. Its just that it sounds like an amazing book. I'd buy it! And heres an idea why don't you have it only like a year out of the two in the juvie or maybe make her have to go back.
Well it would be to easy if Jessica died but there are still many things that may happen to her. I'm excited to see weather this becomes published.
hey guiz EXTRA CHAPTER UP Chapter 5 Death is not something to mock. It is something to pity. Though I never pity anything, death may just be the one thing close to what I may pity… She was dead. That was Destiny, and she was still in the world of the living. I don’t know much about the world of the dead, but her being here, must have something troubling her. I couldn’t figure out why though, she would drag me into Madison’s room. It was like she was trying to tell me something. I don’t really think she wanted to hurt me. It didn’t seem like she would have an alibi to. We never even met. The sirens were going off in my head, in red and white flashes. I kept feeling my body jerk around, and noises that were giving me the most awful headache. One voice though stood out to me. A heavenly one. It was Mrs. Reynolds, I could tell. What was she doing here? Shouldn’t she be back home? “I assure you Mrs. Johnson, she’s never harmed herself before.†… What!? That’s complete bullshit! I didn’t hurt myself! To my surprise, I actually heard myself say that. I opened my eyes. The flashes were gone, and the sirens became silent. Once my eyes were open, the blinding light from ceiling made me shut my eyes, until I leaned up, looking around. I was in a hospital bed, in a hospital room.. In a hospital!? “Jessica, you’re awake,†Mrs. Johnson said nervously. She even looked nervous, as if she had something to hide. It made me curious… “Jessica… please don’t get me wrong but…we’re trying to understand something…†Mrs. Reynolds began. My eyes broke from Mrs. Johnson’s back to Mrs. Reynolds. I was very excited to finally see her again. The smile wasn’t on her face anymore though. It surprised me. I never saw her without a smile. Something must really be troubling her. “Mrs. Reynolds? Are you okay?†I asked her. She seemed to hide a slight smile. Of course, she’d be saying in her head ‘I knew she cared’. For Mrs. Reynolds, of course I would care. She never gave up on me, but I let her down… “I’m fine dear,†she said, her pearly white teeth exposing through her glossy lips. I nodded my head once, to my surprise, I felt a pain in my neck. I gasped out, automatically reaching my hand up to my neck. It felt like someone strangled me for five solid minutes, while I choked. The bruises on my arms were completely new. They weren’t from the fight with Brittney. They were finger print shaped. My eyes were horrid to them. “Jessica… I don’t suspect that you would… harm yourself … in any way… but I must ask. What happened?†Mrs. Reynolds asked. I broke my eye contact from my arms to her again. Then I looked around the room. My social worker and my lawyer were both talking. Glad they weren’t the same person. The social worker didn’t seem like she’d understand me as my lawyer would. She was a nice woman, but she just didn’t seem trustworthy. I looked down again, at my arms, from the bruises Destiny caused. Maybe she needed my attention. Maybe she needed someone to roughhouse with. Whatever it was, she got my attention. Something in my head told me to lie to Mrs. Reynolds and the others.. Just lie like a dog! They’ll never believe you saw Destiny as a ghost! “I found Destiny,†I spoke clearly. Many voices were going through my head, shouting at me. Telling me to shut up. It was myself of course, but I could never lie to Mrs. Reynolds. I may be a tough girl, but I don’t lie… “Destiny?†I heard Mrs. Johnson call out, looking at me, her eyes widened. She walked up to me, and put her hands around my shoulders. Her hands were warm, and it felt somewhat soothing. She didn’t squeeze, or harm me in any way, thankfully. “Where did you see her? What did she want?†she asked. Those shouldn’t be the questions she should ask. She should be asking how I found out about Destiny. And how I knew she escaped. Of course she could make assumptions, but it shouldn’t be a licensed Juvy Warden to make such a rash assumption. “She came for her necklace,†I said again, looking down. I could see the imprint of her necklace in a bruise. She didn’t let go of it, which meant she really loved that guy. But her soul still lingered around, just for a necklace? Wait a second. I’m thinking too quick. Why would she be a ghost? That could only mean that…She’s dead. But why? Why would someone want to kill her? By what I heard… She was a wonderful person… But…her roommate wasn’t… She was a killer, and that’s the only thing that I could theorize. But why haunt me? Why doesn’t she haunt Madison? She might not be her killer… but someone is… and I guess it’s up to me to find them. “Jessica… did Destiny hurt you?†Mrs. Johnson asked. I looked down, shuddering at the images plowed in my head. It was like hell freezing over in my head; catastrophic. “Yeah… she dragged me into Madison’s room. I couldn’t help it…†I answered, bringing my knee’s up, hugging them. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. It was Mrs. Reynolds. “I don’t think that the Pima County Juvenile Detention Center is the best place for Jessica to be at right now… Why not let me take care of her? Apparently, she isn’t as bad as she seems…†she said. “Absolutely not Mrs. Reynolds. Pardon my judgment, but the judge left her in my care-†“And your care has gotten her hurt Mrs. Johnson, and don’t think that I won’t talk to Judge David’s about this..†she argued. Wow… go Mrs. Reynolds… “Whether or not, we’ve got the finest programs in the state of Utah, and don’t think I won’t fight to keep her there. She isn’t just a threat to everyone around her, but she is a threat to herself, and I don’t believe it was Destiny who did such a heinous crime. Surveillance tapes never saw Destiny walking in the hallways, or anywhere on the property. I believe she’s just lying and making up a story so she won’t be sent to the asylum in another part of the building-†“Mrs. Johnson! You’re overacting, and assuming too much. During what time would you be looking at the surveillance tapes? Didn’t you tell the paramedics and myself that you stayed with her the whole time she was unconscious? You even told me yourself you were in there right after you heard a scream, so you shouldn‘t have had any time to go look at surveillance at the far end of the building†she stated. Holy ****, she’s got the mind of an oracle. What made the animal come out in her? Whatever it was, made Mrs. Johnson stutter a few times, then walk out the door. It was weird seeing Mrs. Reynolds argue like that, but when I looked back at her, she was smiling her regular smile. “Sweetie, it’s fairly easy to catch someone in lies… You just gotta know how to work them,†she winked with a laugh. Mrs. Reynolds stayed with me at the hospital for the next few days, and it was on her own time. Great thing, it being the weekend and all. She had to leave Sunday night though, which made me somewhat depressed. It was great, seeing her again. Every time she had to go out of the room though, Mrs. Johnson would harass me with questions. “So first… explain to me, what Destiny said to you, and why she attacked you… and second, explain what you were doing in Madison’s room. Destiny was such a small girl, she couldn’t have dragged you in there,†she stated. But alas, she did… And what did she mean was? That’s somewhat suspicious.I sat handcuffed on the car ride back to the Juvy center. These adult figures are getting more afraid of us teenagers now a days. I never answered her, and I could tell Mrs. Johnson wasn’t happy. I could tell she wanted to pull over and strand us there until I talked, but I still didn’t say a word. “A few hours in the Q.A might change your mind…†she threatened. I shook my head, and whispered out a word, that I knew she could hear. “Bitch….â€
