Hello everyone,
I post the next chapter out of hesitation. It was a difficult chapter to compose, and I spent hours working it so it made at least a bit of sense. The reason I wrote this chapter is because the novel is in its beginning stages. I wanted to show why Sheila Carter became the way she is, and why she was so troubled psychologically. It is possible that I will never refer back to this crime she committed because there is still the main story of Scott Grainger and Lauren Fenmore to be written and well thought out. Let me know if you have any ideas as to how this chapter can be re-worked in order for everything to fall into place.
Enjoy!
Love, F.
P.S. Tomorrow (May 1st) is my 22nd birthday!
Chapter 4
The trauma that Sheila Carter exhibited came to a front-burner soap opera storyline when she turned 18. As stated before, Sheila felt isolated from everyone, and her age-mates at school were no exception. That is, until the day before her senior prom.
A young man that was in Sheila’s English class asked her out on a date. Sheila was taken aback by this sudden love interest. All of the girls at Walnut Grove Academy were rich, blonde, and beautiful. Sheila was awkward, had long plain brown hair, and wore braces. Sheila assumed that Jason Worthington was a womanizer and he was known around campus as “Mr. Jock”. There were rumours that he had all the blonde bombshells that were cheerleaders of his football team. He was the all-star quarterback. (Keep in mind that Sheila’s mind was not logical. She assumed all of these things about a guy she never met before until that minute). She made up a story in her head that he was all of these things, just because she found him to be attractive. This was her fantasy when Jason finally introduced himself after knowing her and attending the same school as she did for 4 years. Jason was really a shy young man and frequently kept to himself, quite contrary to how Sheila pictured him. She went by his looks and his looks alone conjured up all the rumours that she “heard”, but only imagined and assumed.
When Jason asked her out on a date, Sheila was a lonely recluse and she kept in mind the high school movies which portrayed the lead character as a victim, being invited to the prom as a cruel and practical joke. Sheila wrestled with her conscience, similar to her second-favourite Shakespearean tragedy, Hamlet. When she studied the play, she got annoyed that Hamlet contemplated without making up his mind in exacting revenge against his uncle Claudius for killing his father and then marrying his mother Gertrude a short time thereafter. This led to his downfall. Sheila did not want to think about this offer, she wanted to take a chance. Though she was blissfully unaware at the time, this night would lead to Sheila’s lengthy and impending psychological downfall.
Molly Carter forbade Sheila from going on dates. Molly became ever so cautious of her surroundings since she killed her own husband. It was the best thing that she could ever do for herself, but at the same time, she lived in fear of being discovered. It became difficult for her to trust people, especially her own daughter. Sheila neglected to tell her mother the truth. Sheila wanted to rebel. Internally, she felt trapped like a caged animal wanting to explode, be discovered, and live a normal life. Sheila felt trapped in her romance novels and writing in her diary. She wanted to experience life, and to know the meaning of having an enriched sense of zest and a quest for wisdom and experience, as Eve wanted to know in John Milton’s Paradise Lost. Sheila wanted to get married and have children, a life that her mother dreaded for her due to her own insecurities and her own personal experience with an abusive husband. Most of all, Molly thought that Sheila would never be strong enough to take care of herself should something or someone like her dead husband surface in her life. Fortunately for Sheila, Molly would never know that her daughter possessed her courage to conquer her own demons. Sheila would prove her mother wrong soon enough…
Sheila agreed to meet Jason after school. Jason Worthington had a red Convertible, the kind that was of that year. From the minute that Sheila Carter stepped into his vehicle, she knew something was amiss with her date.
They were driving along the interstate, and suddenly Sheila saw a couple of empty beer bottles underneath the passenger seat. Sheila panicked, and she nervously told Jason that she wanted to be brought home. Nearly colliding with a pick-up truck, Jason stopped and he swerved the car to the right and it crashed into a heavily wooded forest. It was a dark, wooded area and late at night. This was an area that no one had ever been into and very few people had ever seen or been into.
Sheila wondered what had gotten into Jason. He pulled out a gun, and told Sheila to take off her clothes. Sheila tried to escape, but he fired a shot in the air, paralysing her with fear. She proceeded to take off her blouse, and he began fondling her breasts. He decided to take off her clothes instead. The whole time she was screaming, but no one could ever hear her cries of help. She pleaded with him to stop, but he was relentless. The intercourse was successful, but because Jason was drunk, he passed out on the steering wheel. Sheila was traumatized. To her, the rape happened all in an instant. She thought of calling for help, but she didn’t have a mobile phone on her. She had short-term memory loss, and didn’t recall that he had a gun. Sheila wanted to exact her revenge on her assailant, and then the thought of the gun flashed in her mind. She took the weapon from his hand, and he suddenly woke up. He reached over for her, and she anxiously opened fire, a direct hit to his forehead. She blew his brains out execution-style, and he died instantly. Sheila, like Hamlet, didn’t think her plans to their fullest extents. She had to get rid of the corpse, the gun, and the car…
Her location was the one that housed all the components for the perfect crime. Since no one could hear her cries of help, it was therefore assumed that no one could have heard the gun shot. She noticed the Cliffside wasn’t far from the vehicle’s current position. She noticed a box of matches in the front-door compartment, and she took the container of gasoline from the trunk. She poured the gasoline, and started pushing the Convertible to the edge of the Cliffside. Similar to the adrenaline rush that overcame her mother many years ago, the pressure on her person amounted to as close to nothing in humane terms. Before the car tipped the scale of the cliff, she set the car on fire. She then gave it the final push. Jason and the car blew up in mid-air before crashing into the stream leading to the waterfall. She took the gun and placed it in her purse.
Due to the trauma of her recent victimization of another violent perpetrator, she did this without thinking. The sudden rush of adrenaline overcame her again, and she thought to herself that this crime happened in a little known part of town. No one knew that Sheila Carter was the one going out with Jason Worthington; therefore she would not be a suspect. This did little to ease Sheila’s mind.
A couple of days later, Sheila Carter picked up the Genoa City Chronicle from her doorstep. She panicked when she saw the remnants of her crime found by police on the front page of the newspaper. She went in her room and continued with reading the article. It stated that the car was so unbelievably damaged that the tests conducted from the wreckage determining whether or not there was a body inside turned out to be inconclusive. They then determined that this gruesome crime might be a closed case since they couldn’t prove that a crime had been committed. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then she realized that Jason was still missing. For two weeks, Sheila frantically searched for a missing person’s report to come up on the local newscast. To her surprise, everything was fine and therefore, Jason Worthington was still alive. Could it be possible that he had no loved ones in Genoa City? No, that can’t be true!, Sheila thought. Little did she know that Jason Worthington was just an alias. He didn’t even exist. She immediately searched through her yearbooks and looked him up in her classes throughout her 4 years of high school at Walnut Grove Academy. She could not find his name. For a moment, Sheila thought she was really losing her mind. Jason was Mr. Jock of Walnut Grove Academy, or so she fantasized when she would see him in her English class of that year. How could he vanish into thin air? How could he not exist?
She decided to do some investigating, but yet she had it etched in the back of her mind that she must remain inconspicuous. She went into her school’s library and went through all of Genoa City’s current newspapers and found nothing.
It was coming up to the final exam period, and Jason wasn’t among the students showing up to write their finals. It was a critical time after all to be missing his finals just one week before graduation. Another student reported him missing to the principal, and the principal called the police. Jason Worthington was a false identity, so the police never even heard of him. His picture was released as late breaking news on television, but in that time no one came forward to confirm whom he was and if he was indeed missing and/or dead.
After the final exam period, Sheila found out from her eavesdropping that there was speculation that perhaps the missing student’s disappearance and the car found by the waterfall were connected. They found evidence that the car was reported stolen from the local car dealership. The case had to be re-opened but yet, it was shut again. This is what Sheila could not figure out. She knew with absolute certainty what she had done, but the authorities couldn’t piece together the segments that were necessary in order to prove that a crime had been committed. There was no evidence of a body since the convertible was burned to a crisp. The car was stolen, so Jason didn’t even own the car in question. Sheila reasoned that without a body, the police couldn’t prove that a crime was committed. She laughed it off, and torched all of her newspapers. It was a closed case. It seemed that Jason Worthington vanished off the face of this earth, and nobody cared. She instantly thought of her all-time favourite play in the fifth act of Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Macbeth found out that his wife committed suicide and he adopted a fatalistic attitude because of his tragic flaw of vaulting ambition. “She should have died hereafter…/And all our yesterdays have lighted fools/ The way to dusty death.” Sheila was happy and relieved, thinking in her naïveté that she was the smartest person in the world.
Sheila Carter had committed the perfect crime, or so she thought…
Monday, April 30, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
The moment Sheila Carter was waiting for. Someone knocked at her door. She opened it, and it was Scott Grainger. Scott swept her off her feet and kissed her passionately. He told her he realized that as soon as he met her, he knew he was making a mistake staying with Lauren Fenmore. He whispered in her ear, “You’re the one I love. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Sheila was elated, and their passion led to the bedroom. Suddenly, the phone interrupted their lovemaking. The phone rang a second time, a third time…
She woke up alone. It was just a dream. The phone rang a fifth time. She reluctantly answered it. It was her cousin, Lauren Fenmore calling. An upbeat Lauren said “Hey cuz. How are you this morning?”. Sheila said, “I’m just fine Lauren. How are you?” in a sarcastic tone. Sheila stopped her sarcasm and remembered her solemn vow that in order to get close to Scott, she must be nice to her “cuz” and pretend to like her. Sheila made a remarkable comeback, “I’m so sorry Lauren. I really didn’t mean to be rude. I just woke up, and I often am moody early in the morning after a sleepless night.” Thinking about your fiancé, Sheila thought to herself. Lauren said: “Oh Sheila, I’m so sorry for waking you. Say, do you want to come over to my house for coffee? I want us to get close, Sheila. We are cousins after all. Besides, it will be so much fun getting to know each other, especially since we were kept apart for all these years.” Sheila decided to be as upbeat as her eccentric cousin was being: “Sure Lauren. I’ll see you at 11?”. Lauren said, “Perfect! See you then. Bye love!”. Sheila just let go of the receiver.
Sheila drove to Lauren’s, and she talked to herself. She intended to keep an open mind, to try to have a good time at Lauren’s place. Besides, what made her feel 100% better is the opportunity she could undertake should Scott would be there…
When Sheila arrived at Lauren’s house, her romantic rival welcomed her into her house. Coffee was on, and Lauren told Sheila to make herself at home. Just like that, Sheila saw something that made her sick to her stomach: a picture of Scott and Lauren on the wall unit of Lauren’s living room. Sheila abruptly excused herself, and vomited in the washroom. Her nausea was replaced with complete and utter rage. She knew now more than ever that she had to steal Scott away from Lauren. Sheila possessed a clever wit, and had abilities to think her strategies to the fullest extent before proceeding with it. She then told herself that she must remain calm, cool, and collected in order to win Scott and get him out of Lauren’s clutches. The first thing that had to be done: win Lauren’s implicit trust. When Sheila emerged from the lavatory, she had a huge smile on her face, however artificial it was.
Sheila and Lauren had a marvellous time. Sheila really brought new meaning to the expression “showtime”. The marvel of their second meeting was about to get even more interesting. As Sheila went out the door, she ran into Scott Grainger. This time, it was for real.
Lauren was so happy to see her fiancé. She flew right into his arms and they started kissing. Sheila was about to cry, and she was pea green with envy. Scott witnessed the painful look on Sheila’s face, and he took pity on her. The woman he danced with not too long ago, the one who stole his heart. Sheila said she wasn’t feeling well, so she had to go. As Sheila was walking back to her car, she wiped the artificial tears from her eyes and did something desperate, drastic, and utterly thoughtless according to her intellectual faculties. She took her pocketknife from her purse and slashed her own tires. She started cursing out loud, to get Scott’s attention and to momentarily keep him away from Lauren so she can make her seductive move.
Scott and Lauren heard her, and rushed out in the rain to help Sheila. Lauren called the car insurance company to have the car towed away since the damage Sheila inflicted was extensive. Lauren asked Scott to drive Sheila home, and they both were reluctant, but Lauren insisted. Scott promised his fiancée he would be back soon. YES, Sheila exclaimed in her diabolical frame of mind.
The lift was silent at first, but Scott broke the ice:
“Sheila, I’m sorry about that night at the party. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”
“It’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not. I’m engaged and I should be happy with Lauren, but I’m not.”
“Why aren’t you happy with my cousin, Scott?”
“Because I don’t love her. I’ve known Lauren Fenmore all my life, and I don’t even know why we’re getting married.”
Sheila got a sick enjoyment out of this. “Is there someone else, Scott?”
“Somewhat”.
“What does that mean, Scott?”
“A couple of weeks ago, I met someone else at a party, and I was strongly attracted to her.”
“Really?! Who was it?”
“You, Sheila. You are the one I want to be with.”
“It’s funny because I feel the same way about you, Scott. I can give you more love than Lauren ever could.”
Scott then leaned over, and they shared a passionate kiss. They kept making out with little hesitation from Scott, who seemed to forget about his commitment to Lauren. As Scott began fondling her breasts, she told him to stop. He wouldn’t listen, and she slapped him and yelled “STOP!”. She began thinking about what happened 2 years ago, when she was raped. This wasn’t the moment Sheila Carter had been waiting for. She quickly realized that she wasn’t ready for this stage, yet…
The moment Sheila Carter was waiting for. Someone knocked at her door. She opened it, and it was Scott Grainger. Scott swept her off her feet and kissed her passionately. He told her he realized that as soon as he met her, he knew he was making a mistake staying with Lauren Fenmore. He whispered in her ear, “You’re the one I love. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Sheila was elated, and their passion led to the bedroom. Suddenly, the phone interrupted their lovemaking. The phone rang a second time, a third time…
She woke up alone. It was just a dream. The phone rang a fifth time. She reluctantly answered it. It was her cousin, Lauren Fenmore calling. An upbeat Lauren said “Hey cuz. How are you this morning?”. Sheila said, “I’m just fine Lauren. How are you?” in a sarcastic tone. Sheila stopped her sarcasm and remembered her solemn vow that in order to get close to Scott, she must be nice to her “cuz” and pretend to like her. Sheila made a remarkable comeback, “I’m so sorry Lauren. I really didn’t mean to be rude. I just woke up, and I often am moody early in the morning after a sleepless night.” Thinking about your fiancé, Sheila thought to herself. Lauren said: “Oh Sheila, I’m so sorry for waking you. Say, do you want to come over to my house for coffee? I want us to get close, Sheila. We are cousins after all. Besides, it will be so much fun getting to know each other, especially since we were kept apart for all these years.” Sheila decided to be as upbeat as her eccentric cousin was being: “Sure Lauren. I’ll see you at 11?”. Lauren said, “Perfect! See you then. Bye love!”. Sheila just let go of the receiver.
Sheila drove to Lauren’s, and she talked to herself. She intended to keep an open mind, to try to have a good time at Lauren’s place. Besides, what made her feel 100% better is the opportunity she could undertake should Scott would be there…
When Sheila arrived at Lauren’s house, her romantic rival welcomed her into her house. Coffee was on, and Lauren told Sheila to make herself at home. Just like that, Sheila saw something that made her sick to her stomach: a picture of Scott and Lauren on the wall unit of Lauren’s living room. Sheila abruptly excused herself, and vomited in the washroom. Her nausea was replaced with complete and utter rage. She knew now more than ever that she had to steal Scott away from Lauren. Sheila possessed a clever wit, and had abilities to think her strategies to the fullest extent before proceeding with it. She then told herself that she must remain calm, cool, and collected in order to win Scott and get him out of Lauren’s clutches. The first thing that had to be done: win Lauren’s implicit trust. When Sheila emerged from the lavatory, she had a huge smile on her face, however artificial it was.
Sheila and Lauren had a marvellous time. Sheila really brought new meaning to the expression “showtime”. The marvel of their second meeting was about to get even more interesting. As Sheila went out the door, she ran into Scott Grainger. This time, it was for real.
Lauren was so happy to see her fiancé. She flew right into his arms and they started kissing. Sheila was about to cry, and she was pea green with envy. Scott witnessed the painful look on Sheila’s face, and he took pity on her. The woman he danced with not too long ago, the one who stole his heart. Sheila said she wasn’t feeling well, so she had to go. As Sheila was walking back to her car, she wiped the artificial tears from her eyes and did something desperate, drastic, and utterly thoughtless according to her intellectual faculties. She took her pocketknife from her purse and slashed her own tires. She started cursing out loud, to get Scott’s attention and to momentarily keep him away from Lauren so she can make her seductive move.
Scott and Lauren heard her, and rushed out in the rain to help Sheila. Lauren called the car insurance company to have the car towed away since the damage Sheila inflicted was extensive. Lauren asked Scott to drive Sheila home, and they both were reluctant, but Lauren insisted. Scott promised his fiancée he would be back soon. YES, Sheila exclaimed in her diabolical frame of mind.
The lift was silent at first, but Scott broke the ice:
“Sheila, I’m sorry about that night at the party. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”
“It’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not. I’m engaged and I should be happy with Lauren, but I’m not.”
“Why aren’t you happy with my cousin, Scott?”
“Because I don’t love her. I’ve known Lauren Fenmore all my life, and I don’t even know why we’re getting married.”
Sheila got a sick enjoyment out of this. “Is there someone else, Scott?”
“Somewhat”.
“What does that mean, Scott?”
“A couple of weeks ago, I met someone else at a party, and I was strongly attracted to her.”
“Really?! Who was it?”
“You, Sheila. You are the one I want to be with.”
“It’s funny because I feel the same way about you, Scott. I can give you more love than Lauren ever could.”
Scott then leaned over, and they shared a passionate kiss. They kept making out with little hesitation from Scott, who seemed to forget about his commitment to Lauren. As Scott began fondling her breasts, she told him to stop. He wouldn’t listen, and she slapped him and yelled “STOP!”. She began thinking about what happened 2 years ago, when she was raped. This wasn’t the moment Sheila Carter had been waiting for. She quickly realized that she wasn’t ready for this stage, yet…
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The next morning, Molly Carter saw her daughter Sheila, smiling. It was the first time in 2 years that her daughter had that twinkle in her eye, the one that screamed the word “love”.
Sheila was depressed for most of her life. Her father abandoned her when she was quite young. It was considered foul play when Molly reported his disappearance to the police. Not a body was found, and since the Carter family was poor, they did not have sufficient resources to track Adam down. Sheila was relieved to find out her father may never return home. This was a story her mother Molly concocted to protect her daughter, and herself.
Adam Carter owned a funeral parlour in downtown Genoa City. He was always at work, and would often come home drunk. When he returned home, he would pick fights with his wife, and beat her with his belt. Sheila was so terrified of her father’s wrath, and became worried that he would eventually turn on her. She would see horror movies, which portrayed child abuse to its core. This only added to her fear and insecurities. She severely doubted her father’s love, and became increasingly worried about her mother.
However, Sheila never knew the psychological damage that her mother endured at the hands of her tyrannical father. She was also unaware of how her father “disappeared”.
One night, something happened that would change Molly Carter’s life forever. Adam came home from another one of his drinking binges, and he saw that the house was a mess. The dishes weren’t washed, the beds weren’t made, and Sheila left her crayons on the coffee table. He was furious, and he told Molly: “How could you let this happen? You are supposed to maintain this house while I’m at work bringing home an income to support my family! You are the laziest bitch that I’ve ever met!”. Molly tried explaining herself, but Adam said: “You know what this means, don’t you?”. She begged him not to take his belt out, but he exclaimed, “I have no choice, dear. You disobeyed me, and now you must be punished.” He got his belt and whipped her until she was bleeding. She pleaded with him to stop, but he just kept going. He finally stopped when he passed out on the living room sofa.
Molly sobbed like she never had before. She was in agonizing pain, but the red on her shoulders and back made her see the colour red. She became angry and filled with rage. She crawled into the kitchen, and got a butcher knife. Her rage gave her the strength and courage for what she was about to do. Her rage gave her the strength to stand up again. Adam awoke from his slumber, and found that Molly was not on the floor as he left her, brutally beaten. Suddenly, she ran towards him screaming and plunged the knife right through his heart from his backside. He fell over on the couch, and as he died he had the shocked look on his face.
Molly Carter couldn’t believe what she had done. Since it was dark, she had to find a way to get rid of the body. Otherwise, she would be charged with murder. She dragged the corpse to the garage, grabbed his car keys from his pant pocket, and put it in his trunk of his vehicle.
She nervously put the key into the ignition, and drove for three hours in a frantic search for the perfect place to hide his body where no one can ever find it. She had to be smart and to get creative. It finally occurred to her: the perfect place to get rid of his body.
She drove and parked the car in his place of work. Because it was the night and everyone had gone home, she went into the funeral parlour dragging the heavy corpse. She went into a dark room, one that only Adam had access to. A room that was filled with secrets, and no one except Adam left that room alive. Until tonight… in an ironic twist of fate.
The room had an unusually warm temperature and was very humid. It was the perfect place to hide evidence. She put the body into a plain, unfurnished pine box and set it on the conveyor belt. The slide opened, and it was fire. Molly Carter had an evil and twisted smile on her face, and thought to herself, “Flames to dust.” “He had it coming”, she reasoned. As the burning flames incinerated the remains of Adam Carter, the most disgusting human being that Molly mistakenly agreed to marry at the age of 16, she thought for a moment that it was beneficial and ironic that she married a man who owned a funeral parlour. He cremated people every day, and now he was the one being cremated, with use of his own devices. After her deed was done, Molly washed the blood off her hands and mopped the floor with a remarkable cleaning solvent.
Molly returned from the past after she saw the smile on her daughter’s face. Behind Sheila, Molly saw the only remnant of her crime: a blood stain on the couch that she tried desperately to get rid of. Sheila saw her mother staring at her, and asked her why she was staring. Molly said, “It’s just a joy to me to see my daughter smile after years of sadness and heartbreak. That’s all, sweetheart.” Sheila smiled, and she told her mother about Scott, though she didn’t mention his name. “He’s the most wonderful guy, Mom. It’s the love that you feel instantly, but I’m just afraid that something will happen to make me hate him. Do you know what I mean, Mom?”. Molly knew exactly what she meant. That is the exact emotion she felt when she killed her husband. To which Molly replied, “I know the feeling. Believe me, I do.” Molly then replied, “You must fight for what you want, my dear. Your problems aren’t going to subside if you don’t take action. Don’t let anything or anyone stop you.” Sheila immediately thought of Lauren, and she said, “Believe me, Mom. I won’t.” Sheila was a victim as well, and she harboured a deadly secret of her own. She loved Scott, and she was not about to let the past take over her life. She recited the lines in her head: “Don’t let anything or anyone stop you.”
The next morning, Molly Carter saw her daughter Sheila, smiling. It was the first time in 2 years that her daughter had that twinkle in her eye, the one that screamed the word “love”.
Sheila was depressed for most of her life. Her father abandoned her when she was quite young. It was considered foul play when Molly reported his disappearance to the police. Not a body was found, and since the Carter family was poor, they did not have sufficient resources to track Adam down. Sheila was relieved to find out her father may never return home. This was a story her mother Molly concocted to protect her daughter, and herself.
Adam Carter owned a funeral parlour in downtown Genoa City. He was always at work, and would often come home drunk. When he returned home, he would pick fights with his wife, and beat her with his belt. Sheila was so terrified of her father’s wrath, and became worried that he would eventually turn on her. She would see horror movies, which portrayed child abuse to its core. This only added to her fear and insecurities. She severely doubted her father’s love, and became increasingly worried about her mother.
However, Sheila never knew the psychological damage that her mother endured at the hands of her tyrannical father. She was also unaware of how her father “disappeared”.
One night, something happened that would change Molly Carter’s life forever. Adam came home from another one of his drinking binges, and he saw that the house was a mess. The dishes weren’t washed, the beds weren’t made, and Sheila left her crayons on the coffee table. He was furious, and he told Molly: “How could you let this happen? You are supposed to maintain this house while I’m at work bringing home an income to support my family! You are the laziest bitch that I’ve ever met!”. Molly tried explaining herself, but Adam said: “You know what this means, don’t you?”. She begged him not to take his belt out, but he exclaimed, “I have no choice, dear. You disobeyed me, and now you must be punished.” He got his belt and whipped her until she was bleeding. She pleaded with him to stop, but he just kept going. He finally stopped when he passed out on the living room sofa.
Molly sobbed like she never had before. She was in agonizing pain, but the red on her shoulders and back made her see the colour red. She became angry and filled with rage. She crawled into the kitchen, and got a butcher knife. Her rage gave her the strength and courage for what she was about to do. Her rage gave her the strength to stand up again. Adam awoke from his slumber, and found that Molly was not on the floor as he left her, brutally beaten. Suddenly, she ran towards him screaming and plunged the knife right through his heart from his backside. He fell over on the couch, and as he died he had the shocked look on his face.
Molly Carter couldn’t believe what she had done. Since it was dark, she had to find a way to get rid of the body. Otherwise, she would be charged with murder. She dragged the corpse to the garage, grabbed his car keys from his pant pocket, and put it in his trunk of his vehicle.
She nervously put the key into the ignition, and drove for three hours in a frantic search for the perfect place to hide his body where no one can ever find it. She had to be smart and to get creative. It finally occurred to her: the perfect place to get rid of his body.
She drove and parked the car in his place of work. Because it was the night and everyone had gone home, she went into the funeral parlour dragging the heavy corpse. She went into a dark room, one that only Adam had access to. A room that was filled with secrets, and no one except Adam left that room alive. Until tonight… in an ironic twist of fate.
The room had an unusually warm temperature and was very humid. It was the perfect place to hide evidence. She put the body into a plain, unfurnished pine box and set it on the conveyor belt. The slide opened, and it was fire. Molly Carter had an evil and twisted smile on her face, and thought to herself, “Flames to dust.” “He had it coming”, she reasoned. As the burning flames incinerated the remains of Adam Carter, the most disgusting human being that Molly mistakenly agreed to marry at the age of 16, she thought for a moment that it was beneficial and ironic that she married a man who owned a funeral parlour. He cremated people every day, and now he was the one being cremated, with use of his own devices. After her deed was done, Molly washed the blood off her hands and mopped the floor with a remarkable cleaning solvent.
Molly returned from the past after she saw the smile on her daughter’s face. Behind Sheila, Molly saw the only remnant of her crime: a blood stain on the couch that she tried desperately to get rid of. Sheila saw her mother staring at her, and asked her why she was staring. Molly said, “It’s just a joy to me to see my daughter smile after years of sadness and heartbreak. That’s all, sweetheart.” Sheila smiled, and she told her mother about Scott, though she didn’t mention his name. “He’s the most wonderful guy, Mom. It’s the love that you feel instantly, but I’m just afraid that something will happen to make me hate him. Do you know what I mean, Mom?”. Molly knew exactly what she meant. That is the exact emotion she felt when she killed her husband. To which Molly replied, “I know the feeling. Believe me, I do.” Molly then replied, “You must fight for what you want, my dear. Your problems aren’t going to subside if you don’t take action. Don’t let anything or anyone stop you.” Sheila immediately thought of Lauren, and she said, “Believe me, Mom. I won’t.” Sheila was a victim as well, and she harboured a deadly secret of her own. She loved Scott, and she was not about to let the past take over her life. She recited the lines in her head: “Don’t let anything or anyone stop you.”
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Stolen Hearts and Damaged Souls: Chapter One
Hello everyone,
This is my story, the story of Sheila Carter. At some point, I may ask the audience to help me out with this story if I ever get writer's block. For this moment, I have a lot of ideas I'm brainstorming to make this the perfect psychopath story ever. Here is Chapter One of my story. Maybe one day it will be a bestseller novel.
Enjoy, F.
Chapter 1
A lonely girl by the age of 20 was standing in the middle of a crowded banquet hall. The room was filled with rowdy teenagers, equally rowdy adults getting drunk from bottles of whiskey and rum with rap music and classical music coming together in the background. It wasn’t a pretty picture, not what the girl was used to at all.
Her name was Sheila Carter. This birthday celebration was for her great-aunt who just turned 90. She hardly knew Joanna Manning. She was in her last year of university, just finishing up her BA degree in English literature and linguistics. Sheila lived a very solitary life and felt like an outcast from her schoolmates. Sadly for her, she felt disconnected from her family. However, she loved all of them with every fibre of her being. She had an incredible void in her life and in her heart, and the loneliness she exhibited had driven her to the cold despair of suicide. Though she didn’t know it at the time, all of that was about to change when a handsome guy said: “Excuse me.”
Sheila turned around, and she saw and felt a sensation that she never thought she would ever feel again. She didn’t want the moment to end. She read about transcendentalism in her 19th century American Literature course the previous year, and she was tired of hearing the word. She felt transcended, as if psychologically, she had an out-of-body experience. She didn’t want the moment to end. In her mind, it would be similar to saying goodbye. She didn’t realize that this would be her chance at happiness.
She seemed unmoved as he politely excused himself. In a matter of seconds, she had an idea: “Get to know this cute guy. You never know”. Her grandmother, who was always a source of inspiration to her, used the “You never know” phrase when she was a child of 10. This inspiration was put to the test. It was time to apply what her grandmother taught her.
Sheila grabbed a glass of red wine, and intentionally collided into the guy she was entranced by, in turn, spilling all the red wine on his pink dress shirt. Sheila quickly apologized, and he said that accidents would happen. To Scott Grainger’s way of thinking, everything happened for a reason.
Scott was a little tipsy after drinking a bottle of vermouth after an elaborate dinner celebration. He saw Sheila Carter, and he was amazed at Sheila’s femininity, innocence, and beauty. Scott appreciated those qualities in a young woman. Suddenly, all of the ghastly background commotion ceased, and the rowdiness came to a screeching halt. Instead, “Save the Best for Last” by Vanessa Williams came on, and the lights dimmed. Sheila hoped that Scott would ask her to dance and luckily for her, he did. Sheila said that she didn’t know how to dance, and all he said was: “Don’t worry. Just follow my lead.”
As Scott and Sheila joined hands, there was an instant attraction to Scott’s tenderness. She was thrilled that she may have found the man of her dreams. As they were dancing, they finally introduced themselves. Scott said that she was an incredible dancer and that Sheila’s eyes twinkled as if they were evening stars in a midnight sky. At the end of the song, they were about to kiss. For Sheila, she always craved the tenderness of a passionate kiss that she saw in the movies she watched time and time again. He stopped himself. He said, “I can’t do this. I just can’t.” He then walked away from the spotlight. Sheila was heartbroken. She felt rejected and undesirable.
When the family returned to the Manning residence two hours later, Sheila met her cousin for the first time in their adult lives. Her name was Lauren Fenmore. From the time their eyes met, Sheila studied her sophisticated beauty and the graceful elegance she possessed. All of the men adored her. Unlike Sheila, Lauren’s life was a perfect one. She lived with her parents who seemed to have the perfect marriage and a beautifully kept 3-storey house. Lauren excelled in school and she had many boyfriends in her young life. Needless to say, Sheila’s life paled in comparison. Lauren gave Sheila a warm hug and welcomed her into her lovely home. Though she knew Lauren for a short time, Sheila wanted to be her best friend. That is until a meeting that was about to take place would change the girls’ lives forever.
Lauren told Sheila she wanted to introduce her to her fiancé. No one was more surprised when Lauren’s fiancé turned out to be Scott, the man Sheila danced with two hours ago. Sheila acted as if she never knew him and that their emotional connection on the dance floor was a distant memory. Inwardly, Sheila was screaming. Sheila left the after-party abruptly, and as she was driving home, she started crying. Her mind was filled with rage at her cousin who stole what she thought was her last chance at happiness and normalcy. She vowed that she would do anything in her power to make Scott hers. She stopped weeping, and she arrived back home. Before she entered, she had a daydream that she was bringing Scott home to Christmas dinner. In her fantasy, she told him that their life is perfect and she wouldn’t have it any other way. They were about to kiss, but he disappeared. She saw Lauren and Lauren was laughing at her, tauntingly telling her that Scott could never love a freak of nature like her. She instantly hated Lauren, but she reasoned that she must pretend to be Lauren’s loyal cousin and best friend in order to get everything that she wanted. “It’s the only way Scott and I can get close, the only way.”, Sheila imagined. She opened the door with confidence that she will conquer her demons and make Scott love her. First, she needed help, but from an unlikely source.
This is my story, the story of Sheila Carter. At some point, I may ask the audience to help me out with this story if I ever get writer's block. For this moment, I have a lot of ideas I'm brainstorming to make this the perfect psychopath story ever. Here is Chapter One of my story. Maybe one day it will be a bestseller novel.
Enjoy, F.
Chapter 1
A lonely girl by the age of 20 was standing in the middle of a crowded banquet hall. The room was filled with rowdy teenagers, equally rowdy adults getting drunk from bottles of whiskey and rum with rap music and classical music coming together in the background. It wasn’t a pretty picture, not what the girl was used to at all.
Her name was Sheila Carter. This birthday celebration was for her great-aunt who just turned 90. She hardly knew Joanna Manning. She was in her last year of university, just finishing up her BA degree in English literature and linguistics. Sheila lived a very solitary life and felt like an outcast from her schoolmates. Sadly for her, she felt disconnected from her family. However, she loved all of them with every fibre of her being. She had an incredible void in her life and in her heart, and the loneliness she exhibited had driven her to the cold despair of suicide. Though she didn’t know it at the time, all of that was about to change when a handsome guy said: “Excuse me.”
Sheila turned around, and she saw and felt a sensation that she never thought she would ever feel again. She didn’t want the moment to end. She read about transcendentalism in her 19th century American Literature course the previous year, and she was tired of hearing the word. She felt transcended, as if psychologically, she had an out-of-body experience. She didn’t want the moment to end. In her mind, it would be similar to saying goodbye. She didn’t realize that this would be her chance at happiness.
She seemed unmoved as he politely excused himself. In a matter of seconds, she had an idea: “Get to know this cute guy. You never know”. Her grandmother, who was always a source of inspiration to her, used the “You never know” phrase when she was a child of 10. This inspiration was put to the test. It was time to apply what her grandmother taught her.
Sheila grabbed a glass of red wine, and intentionally collided into the guy she was entranced by, in turn, spilling all the red wine on his pink dress shirt. Sheila quickly apologized, and he said that accidents would happen. To Scott Grainger’s way of thinking, everything happened for a reason.
Scott was a little tipsy after drinking a bottle of vermouth after an elaborate dinner celebration. He saw Sheila Carter, and he was amazed at Sheila’s femininity, innocence, and beauty. Scott appreciated those qualities in a young woman. Suddenly, all of the ghastly background commotion ceased, and the rowdiness came to a screeching halt. Instead, “Save the Best for Last” by Vanessa Williams came on, and the lights dimmed. Sheila hoped that Scott would ask her to dance and luckily for her, he did. Sheila said that she didn’t know how to dance, and all he said was: “Don’t worry. Just follow my lead.”
As Scott and Sheila joined hands, there was an instant attraction to Scott’s tenderness. She was thrilled that she may have found the man of her dreams. As they were dancing, they finally introduced themselves. Scott said that she was an incredible dancer and that Sheila’s eyes twinkled as if they were evening stars in a midnight sky. At the end of the song, they were about to kiss. For Sheila, she always craved the tenderness of a passionate kiss that she saw in the movies she watched time and time again. He stopped himself. He said, “I can’t do this. I just can’t.” He then walked away from the spotlight. Sheila was heartbroken. She felt rejected and undesirable.
When the family returned to the Manning residence two hours later, Sheila met her cousin for the first time in their adult lives. Her name was Lauren Fenmore. From the time their eyes met, Sheila studied her sophisticated beauty and the graceful elegance she possessed. All of the men adored her. Unlike Sheila, Lauren’s life was a perfect one. She lived with her parents who seemed to have the perfect marriage and a beautifully kept 3-storey house. Lauren excelled in school and she had many boyfriends in her young life. Needless to say, Sheila’s life paled in comparison. Lauren gave Sheila a warm hug and welcomed her into her lovely home. Though she knew Lauren for a short time, Sheila wanted to be her best friend. That is until a meeting that was about to take place would change the girls’ lives forever.
Lauren told Sheila she wanted to introduce her to her fiancé. No one was more surprised when Lauren’s fiancé turned out to be Scott, the man Sheila danced with two hours ago. Sheila acted as if she never knew him and that their emotional connection on the dance floor was a distant memory. Inwardly, Sheila was screaming. Sheila left the after-party abruptly, and as she was driving home, she started crying. Her mind was filled with rage at her cousin who stole what she thought was her last chance at happiness and normalcy. She vowed that she would do anything in her power to make Scott hers. She stopped weeping, and she arrived back home. Before she entered, she had a daydream that she was bringing Scott home to Christmas dinner. In her fantasy, she told him that their life is perfect and she wouldn’t have it any other way. They were about to kiss, but he disappeared. She saw Lauren and Lauren was laughing at her, tauntingly telling her that Scott could never love a freak of nature like her. She instantly hated Lauren, but she reasoned that she must pretend to be Lauren’s loyal cousin and best friend in order to get everything that she wanted. “It’s the only way Scott and I can get close, the only way.”, Sheila imagined. She opened the door with confidence that she will conquer her demons and make Scott love her. First, she needed help, but from an unlikely source.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Sheila Carter: My Muse
Hello everyone,
My story will revolve around Sheila Carter, a character on the Young and the Restless from 1990-1993, then crossed over to the Bold and the Beautiful from that year until 1998, then returned to Bold in 2002 and 2003. In 2005, Sheila (portrayed by compelling actress Kimberlin Brown) returned to her roots in Y&R and left mysteriously and ambiguously in early 2006. As it turns out, Sheila went to a brilliant plastic surgeon and got a new face, that of Phyllis Newman (portrayed by Emmy-award winning actress Michelle Stafford). She was killed in early 2007.
Sheila Carter was a complete psychopath, and as Stephanie Forrester correctly observed in 2003, she was the devil. In 1990, Sheila Carter was a nurse in Genoa City who worked too closely with Dr. Scott Grainger, who was married to Lauren Fenmore at the time. Lauren was pregnant, and Sheila tricked Scott into bed with her and became pregnant herself. Unbeknowst to all, Sheila miscarried but fooled Scott into marrying her and faked her pregnancy. Lauren and Sheila were due around the same time, but Sheila got a baby from the black market and switched Lauren's baby and posed Lauren's son as hers. She lived a life with Scott and baby Scotty for about two years until she was discovered. Sheila's mother, Molly, knew the truth but had a stroke which rendered her speechless. Sheila put her in a convalescent home, and hired nurses to keep an eye on her. When Sheila's secrets spilled out, she kidnapped Lauren and her mother and took them into a barnhouse and set it on fire. Both women managed to survive, but Sheila was on the loose.
I'm going to attach a link to Sheila Carter's thick file of crimes she committed to her dying day: http://soapcentral.com/yr/whoswho/sheila.php.
Thepicture of Phyllis Newman (the way Sheila looked when she was killed) and the original Sheila Carter (before the botched operation) below the first picture.
Enjoy and I already have the first chapter. Please be aware that although the 17-year storyline of Sheila Carter was overwhelmingly well-written and conceptualized, it will not be a part of my story. My Sheila is a psychopath, but in the initial chapters, you will surmise that Sheila was a victim and you will begin to empathize with her.
Until then, take care!
Love, F.
Friday, April 20, 2007
No more poetry, at least for now!
Hello! I just wanted to apologize for not posting any new poems since Feb. 25th. I've been really busy with school, exams, and I've just been accepted into Humber's Teaching ESL program:) Furthermore, I also have writer's block when it comes to poems. I wrote a poem about my Renaissance Lit exam which I aced (yay!) but it sucked. I may start off with a story, a juicy story involving a psychopath in the days ahead. Sheila Carter from the Y&R is a huge inspiration for a deadly villain, but I want to make sure that I have my own story. I'm done school for now, but I have summer school from May 7th until June 18th:( I do graduate in the fall, and I'm really excited. Until I have a story, I will post it in segments to keep up the suspense of a soap opera.
Take care!
Love, F.
Take care!
Love, F.
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