Trapped- Chapter 2: Scratches - Rough Draft

<-Edna Grell(this is what she would look like in real life, maybe)

Kacy felt fear. Terror. She wanted to puke. She wanted to leave. Kacy was frantically trying to pulf thhe shrug sleeve from Madison, all the while saying the same thing in her head. No, no, no, no!

She could hear the sound of he heart beating, blood rushing from her cheeks. 

"Edna, help," breathed Kacy. She was angry. Very angry, 

"Madison, give Kacy her sleeve please," asked Edna in the sweetest, kindest voice she could muster. She placed a small hand on Kacy's shoulder. 

"Why?" asked Madison in marvel. "These things are cool!"

"No...no....no!" Kacy's voice was rising. Soon she'd be yelling at Madison. 

Kacy was even more embarrassed than before. She looked at circle of kids who were all laughing glaring at her scales. She look down to her feet. 

The boy laughed. "Those things are cool, Maddy? More like creepy!"

Thats when Kacy exploded. She ripped the shrug sleeve out of Madison's hand and pushed Edna's hand off her shoulder. 

"What's your name?" she growled to the boy.

"Ryder," he said, a small part of his tongue hanging from his mouth. He was smirking at her, probably pleased he got her all fired up. 

"Well, Ryder," growled Kacy. "I prefer not to be called 'creepy'."

"Why should I listen to you, Scale Girl!" laughed Ryder. That was it. Someone was going to get hurt. And that someone was Ryder. Without even thinking, Kacy's hand raked across Ryder's face. Blood was pouring from his face. At first he looked shocked, and Kacy was pleased with his reaction, but then he started screaming. Then the consequences started kicking in. Mr. Briggs is going to kill me. Adults started surrounding Ryder. Nurse's came in minutes later. I knew one too. Lucy Wells. She looked at Kacy, a shocked, disappointed look. Kacy was embarrassed and ashamed now. And once again she looked at my feet. The shiny shoes didn't look so shiny now. 

She felt the hard grip of Mr. Briggs. The way he gripped her spoke for itself. I am in so much trouble. 

"Kacy," he whispered in to Kacy's ear, every word sticking in her head like glue. He didn't say sweetheart. That meant it was serious. "May I talk to you?"

"Yes sir," her voice was shaken. She didn't want talk to Mr. Briggs one second! 

He took her aside, to the corner of the room. Kacy was overwhelmed with fear. Don't hurt me. 

"If I didn't need you, sweetheart, you would be dead right now," he hissed. Kacy smelled the fragrance of...iris's as he talked. What did he do, eat flowers? "Let me explain this to you, seethesrt. I need to be in contact with Mr. Ryder's Guardian, and you probably just ruined all of my chances. What on all freaking earth made you scratch his face?" I need to be in contact with Ryder's Guardian? What does that mean? His face was all scrunched up in anger. Kacy was afraid to answer. Should she lie? Or should she answer truthfully? Would answering truthfully harm her?

"He called me...he called me Scale Girl!" she hated telling the truth the second the words flew out of her mouth. 

Mr. Briggs just gaped at her, to fed up to answer. "Get out of my sight. Now." Then he turned away and went towards the group of people huddling Ryder.

Kacy looked to Edna, who was having a serious conversation with a nurse. Edna? Being serious? What? Edna scurried over and took me by the hand. "Lets go miss."

Oh, what had Kacy done? She felt even more bad every second. 
She couldn't help it anymore. She collapsed to the ground, balling her eyes out. "I didn't meant to, Edna! I didn't want to hurt!" she cried. Well, it probably sounded more like screaming. "I'm sorry! I'm so, so, so sorry!" I just want my stupid life become better.

Edna wrapped herself around Kacy, holding her eve so close. Kacy instantly began to feel better. Human contact. She didn't know how much she craved it. To be held tight by another. It felt so nice. 

"Lets get your makeup off and then watch a movie, okay?" Kacy was so glad she didn't saying anything about the scratch. No, I know you're sorry, or, it'll all be alright. It made Kacy feel comforted. 

"Okay," whispered Kacy, her voice weak from screaming. "Okay." 



SORRY ITS SHORT:( 

Trapped- Chapter 1: Scary Parties & Uncomfortable Ballgowns- Rough Draft

<-Kacy Miller(just an idea of what she would look like, maybe)

9 years later...

Kacy opened her eyes to a place that was all to familiar. All to old.

She pushed off the covers off and hopped out of her bed. Then she did what she did every morning when she woke. Kacy pushed open the curtain and stared out the window, admiring the beautiful scenery. She hadn't been outside in years. Mr. Briggs hadn't let her. He said that Kacy had to stay inside the building so she could be safe. But for all Kacy cared, she preferred to be free then trapped up in a room all her life.

Alone. Trapped. Contained.

Well, she wasn't entirely alone. She had Edna. Edna Grell. Edna was Kacy's unique 17 year old maid. 

"Oh, Miss Miller! Oh, oh, oh!" shrieked a small, high voice. Edna's small, high voice. "Guess what today is!"

Kacy racked her mind for any special events today.

Christmas? No. Halloween? No. Mr. Briggs yearly party? No. Mr. Briggs birthday? No. My birthday? Yes. She thought, but before she could say anything, Edna shrieked again.

"It's your 16th birthday! A very special age! Mr. Briggs is going to have a gigantic party just for you!" shrieked Edna excitedly. Kacy frowned. She didn't want to celebrate her birthday with her Mr. Briggs at all! She wanted to watch a movie and cuddlef under a comfy blanket while drinking hot chocolate. "What's wrong Miss Miller?" asked Edna.

"Edna," said Kacy as she made her bed. Edna stopped Kacy and took the job, all the while looking quite concerned. "I really don't want to go to a party in a fancy dress. I just want to stay in my room for my birthday."

She waited for Edna to start screaming and crying and saying she had to go otherwise Mr. Briggs would get mad at her, but she simply nodded and said, "O-okay then..."

Kacy realized that Edna wasn't depressed because she would get in trouble, but because she probably was quite excited to go to the party herself. Kacy sighed.

"Well then Miss, I guess-" started Edna, Kacy cutting her off.

"You know, I'll go," sighed Kacy, running her hand through her long, wavy, dirty blond hair. "Only for you, though."

Edna started jumping up and down. "Oh, it's time to get you ready Miss Miller!"

She ran over to Kacy's wardrobe and started picking out different outfits. Kacy watched as Edna threw outfits over her shoulders and on to her four poster bed. Every so often Kacy would hear Edna mutter something like: "This would really compliment her eyes!" or "No...just no."

Soon enough Edna stood herself up to her full height, which wasn't that tall. 5'0 by tallest and said, "Okay, try these on now Miss."

Kacy sighed loudly. She despised trying on clothes. Ecspecially fancy dresses like these. But Kacy didn't say anything as she started toward the bathroom. The first dress was a long blue one. Wool. She hated wool. It was so uncomfortable and itchy. When she showed Edna, Edna made her twirl.

"Oh, it's so nice!" she shrieked. "But isn't your style. Go try on the next one."

After many dresses, Kacy tried on a silk silver one that she found quite comfy and nice. The dress reached her feet and had no sleeves. Hoping that Edna would like it, she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Like it?" whispered Kacy, twirling.

"Love it!" shrieked Edna. "Now time for shoes!"

Kacy sighed and twitched slightly. Why did I get this maid? Sure, Edna was her best friend, but she was also one of those people that she didn't want to see sometimes. Times like today.

"How about these?" Edna held up a pair of gold heels to match the dress.

"Sure, whatever," Kacy put the heels on and took a couple wobbly steps. I hate heels. 

"They're perfect!" exclaimed Edna. Kacy sighed once again. She didn't think they were perfect. "Now, what shall I do with your hair?" Edna ran in to the bathroom and grabbed some clips, bobby pins, elastics, hairspray, and lotion.

Edna began working her magic, pulling strands of hair everywhere, putting some clips here and some bobby pins there. Kacy leaned her head back to find that she hadn't noticed that today Edna wasn't wearing her usual funky outfit, but a sad, dark one.

"What's with the dark outfit?" asked Kacy, bringing her head back to it's normal position.

"Oh, well, today Mr. Briggs father died," sighed Edna. "Quite a shame if you ask me. He was quite a friendly man."

Quite a shame for sure! He's the guy that asked his son to lock me up in a mansion and never let me out! 

"Hm, quite a shame," Kacy rolled her eyes. She didn't care anything for Mr. Briggs family, because he's the one who separated her from hers. 

"Yes. Mr. Briggs actually cried! It was quite touching if I do say so myself," said Edna all sad like.

"Quite touching," murmured Kacy. Mr. Briggs was a cold man, yet pretended he was a kind, jolly and happy man. Plus, how were you exactly supposed to be friends with your kidnapper?

"Oh, that reminds me. I forgot to give you the liquid," said Edna, lifting a remote from her belt. She pressed a big red button and Kacy winced a bit as the liquid shot through her veins. It didn't hurt as much as it used to, though. The first time Mr. Briggs met her, the liquid made Kacy unconscious. Now it felt as if she was going numb. Her whole entire body. It felt like all the veins in her arm froze. Kacy never knew the exact reason for the liquid, but she knew that Mr. Briggs was planning something evil. She was sure of it.

Edna made a sound, a happy sound, and Kacy knew she was done. Edna turned Kacy around towards the mirror. Kacy knew that she looked much prettier with what Edna did to her face. She didn't look so pale or lifeless with all the makeup Edna placed on her face. 

"Ah, you look lovely!" said Edna, joyfully. I'll knock on your door when its party time!"

Then Edna slipped out of the room, silently closing the door, and Kacy sat on the couch and rocked back and forth, staring at the clock and dreading how long she'd been in this mansion.

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"Time to go Miss!" Edna shook Kacy from her sleep. Kacy yawned. "Are you ready, Miss?"

"Oh, yeah," mumbled Kacy. She stood on her feet, and wobbled. Ugh, heels.

She tried to remind herself why she had decided to have this party. Oh, yeah. Because of Edna.

Wobbling down the hallway in these heels made Kacy feel like throwing up. Her head was spinning, too. And the dress? It itched like crazy. Just like the wool.

And I thought this dress would be comfy. Turns out its just like wool. 

Edna stood close beside Kacy, catching her whenever she fell over because of her heels. Kacy felt extremely dizzy.

Edna rolled her eyes. "You need some more practice in these things, Miss! It's like you've never worn heels before!" she exclaimed.

"It's because I haven't worn heels before!" cried Kacy, falling on to her back.

"What?" gasped Edna like it was the end of the world. "You haven't worn heels?"

Kacy started her way back up from off the floor and grabbed her back. Ouch. That hurt. A lot.

"No," muttered Kacy quietly. She stood up and pressed her hands against her back.

"Oh, are you alright Miss?" asked Edna. "Do you need some bandages?"

"No," whispered Kacy. "Let's just go."She was feeling annoyed and upset. She wasn't even at the party yet and everything was already going wrong. They walked down the hall slowly, Kacy wobbling even more than before. In every step she took, she almost fell over.

"Ack!" yelped Kacy as she swung her arms in circles to get her balance. "These things are impossible to walk in!"

"Miss! They are definitely not impossible to walk in! I walk in them every day!" said Edna. Every day?

"Fine!" huffed Kacy. "It isn't for you and is for me."

Kacy sighed when she saw the stairs. How was she supposed to go down those? She knew she would fall over at least once, probably break her neck.

"Agh, the torture never stops, does it?" said Kacy, slightly raising her voice. 

Edna stared at her blankly. "What do you mean?"

Kacy rolled her eyes. "Never mind."

She waved her hand in the air and Edna shrugged.

"Ah well," muttered Edna.

This was one of those moments where Kacy and Edna did not get along, Kacy being ignorant of others feelings and Edna usually thinking she could personally rule the world.

Kacy "confidently" concurred the stairs as Edna just ignored her, letting Kacy fall a couple times. Kacy nudged Edna. She knew what she had done wrong. Kacy had learned this from years of living and talking to Edna. 

Edna hated not knowing something. It was just part of her personality. "Never mind" wasn't telling her something. It was like keeping a secret to her.

Edna nudged Kacy back. Then she suddenly spoke, "Oh, Miss! There's the room where we are going to have the party!" she shrieked. A huge grin spread across her face. Kacy knew that Edna was more than excited. She was ecstatic to go to this party.

Kacy played with her hair, pulling a few strands out of her bun. Edna looked up at her. She made a face, liked she was upset at what she was doing. "Don't mess up your hair!" Kacy immediately stopped playing with her hair.

The Edna's face softened. "Ready?" asked Edna. Kacy nodded her head, but really, she would prefer to be laying in her bed and watching a movie at the moment. Edna pushed open the doors.

Kacy gasped. She felt even more dizzy now. There were way to many people for her to handle. 300 at least, all in fancy gowns and suits. Mr Briggs made is way to the front of the room, until he was standing directly in front of Kacy. 

"Hi," she whispered, waving her fingers a bit.

"Hi sweetheart," he said bitterly, waving is fingers the slightest bit. Kacy despised being called "sweetheart". It didn't sound right to her. And especially Mr. Briggs calling her it. It made it even worse. But he had called her sweetheart since she first came here, so she had gotten used to the terrible nickname.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to Kacy Miller's birthday celebration!" announced Mr. Briggs. The crowd applauded and Kacy looked down at her feet while twirling her hair around her finger. She did this when she was embarrassed, and at the moment, she was extremely embarrassed. Then, music started to play and people started to dance and play games. Kacy on the other hand, darted towards the food. Delicious gourmet food was laid out. The first thing Kacy's eyes saw was the gigantic cake. Mr. Brigg's stood up beside her.

"What?" asked Kacy, grabbing a plate. Mr. Briggs hovered over her, making Kacy feel creeped out and uncomfortable. "Why did you give me a party? You've never given me a party."

"Ah, yes, sweetheart. But 16 is a very special age," said Mr. Briggs, nibbling at a cookie.

Kacy remembered what Edna had said earlier: It's your 16th birthday! A very special age! 

Kacy wondered what Mr. Briggs and Edna meant by "16 was a very special age", because to Kacy, it felt the same as her other birthdays. Plain. Nothing really that special. Just another year in the mansion. 

"Why is it such a special age?" asked Kacy, cutting a bit of some pie in a pie tin and dropping it on her plate. "Edna said the same earlier."

Mr. Briggs just shook is head and said, "You'll find out soon enough, sweetheart." 

Kacy frowned. "Fine." 

She grabbed a fork from the table and walked away. She got bumped in to from the people dancing and got knocked over a few times, but someone was always there to help her up and say, "Happy birthday!" 

She found some kids her age playing a game which they said was called "telephone". Kacy sat down beside Edna and a girl that claimed her name was Madison. 

"Hi," whispered Madison. "I'm Master Ukel's daughter."

"Ukel? Master?" asked Kacy. "And I am the daughter of I-don't-not-know-who."

"Yeah. Kun-fu Master!" Madison made a kun-fu swiping motion. Kacy forced a fake smile. She was so used to forcing a smile when people were around it was kind of natural. "Isn't Mr. Briggs your father?"

The comment made Kacy laugh bitterly. "Mr. Briggs? Yeah, right! No way!"

"Oh. Okay then," said Madison, looking kind of embarrassed. Kacy felt maybe she had made to much of a big deal out of it. "Oh, look! The game is starting!"

After the rules of the game where briefly explained by a tall boy, the age of Kacy, he started the game. Kacy waited patiently for someone to whisper in her ear. There were so many happy giggles throughout the game, Kacy thought this game must be really stupid.

"This baloney is possum," chuckled Madison. "Pass it on."

Kacy turned to Edna who was on her other side. Edna was grinning so much that Kacy thought her face my fall off. 

"This Baboney is Possum," she whispered to Edna. "Pass it on."

Once everybody had taken a turn, a little girl beside the boy who started, shouted, "That Baboon is Possum!"

Everybody burst in to laughter and Kacy smiled slightly. It was a bit funny.

"No!" laughed the boy. "It was: This birthday is awesome, not that baboon is possum!"

Everybody was doubled over laughing- except for Kacy. She stood up and started walking away when Madison pulled on her shrug, pulling the sleeve of of Kacy's arm, showing the bag. And her scales. 

No. 

Trapped- Prologue- Rough Draft

7 years ago...

Kacy eyes slowly opened, revealing black everywhere. She was cramped, all rolled up in to a small ball. What?

Kacy's 7 year old mind was abuzz, confused thoughts were going through her head. Where am I? Why am I here? She tried to remember something, a person, a thing, anything, but every bit of her memory seemed to have  just disappeared. The only thing she could grasp was a image of a woman. Who is it? Is it someone I know?  The woman looked scared, frightened. Kacy wished she could hold that person tight. She wished she could hold anyone tight. She wanted human contact to know she wasn't alone. Then Kacy let the image disappear once again from her head and tried to think of what it meant, who it was, and when it happened.

She stretched out her legs as far as she could, which wasn't very far, an heard a small "klang" when she couldn't stretch any further. Curious about the sound, she tried to touch the sides of the dmdll area. Metal bars. WHERE AM I?!  Kacy tried to lean her head on something, but every position was so uncomfortable.

Kacy rolled on to her side, her legs curled up to her chest. She then noticed something faintly glowing on her arm. There was three tubes, all of the disappearing in to her arm. The tubes were connected to a plastic bag. Inside the bag was a sizzling blue liquid.  Kacy poked the bag, wondering what it was, but lifted her finger immediately. It was burning hot. Her finger stung so badly she thought it might be on fire. To stop the pain, Kacy tried sucking on her finger, doing very little to ease the pain. But if this hurts my finger so much, why doesn't hurt my arm? 

It all seemed to strange for Kacy to process, so instead of thinking, she just looked. Under the bag, which she managed to move by twisting her arm, was...a scale? Or it was what she thought to be a scale. It was the colour of the liquid. She caressed the surface of her arm where the so-thought-scale was, and became even more puzzled as she found it very cold.

But how could that be? It was right under the bag!

Her mind shifted from being confused to very confused. Questions were gathering in her and she wanted to ask someone what was going on. Because, exactly what was going on?

Until now, Kacy hadn't realized the gnawing in her stomach. She was hungry. Really hungry. She wanted to scream. Badly. She wanted to cry for help, but she was unsure anyone would come, seeing that this house seemed abandoned. She was most likely was alone.  Ahhhh! 

But with a hopeful mind, she did scream. As loud as she could possibly manage, since her voice was hoarse. 

"Help!" she cried, trying to see in the dim light. Unexpected footsteps came in to earshot. Kacy squinched to see if she could make out a silouhette, and she could after a few moments. A tall one. She squinched even more to see some more detailed, but none appeared in the dark room.

"Who are you?" asked Kacy in a hushed voice. The person stepped forward.

"I, my dear, am Mr. Briggs," said a deep man voice. Mr. Briggs, snapped his fingers and a light turned on. Kacy finally was able to see where she was. She was in a large cage, and the room was red. Thats all it seemed to be. Red curtains, red couches, red chairs, red floor, red walls. Red.

"How did you do that?" she gasped, glaring at the ceiling. When she finished examining the room, she looked to the man to see what he looked like. He was bald, and tall. He had dark brown eyes that were nearly black. Like a black hole that'd suck you right in. He wore nothing but black, except for his slightly intimidating red tie. Kacy shuddered.

"Why am I hear?" asked Kacy, almost to quiet for her to even hear herself. 

"That'll be kept a secret, sweetheart. Alright?" said Mr. Briggs. Kacy shivered a bit from the way he said "sweetheart". The way it slithered off his tongue. The way he smiled as he said it. It all creeped Kacy out. Now she wanted to scream, "Help!", but resisted the temptation.

Mr. Briggs smile looked like he was forcing it. But yet,, she could tell he genuinely felt happy. Creepily happy. He reached down in to a pocket of his black pants and lifted a key out. 

"Kacy, you will be able to roam this mansion until we can free you. That sound good sweetheart?" Mr. Briggs smirked, and Kacy felt her head nodding, even though she didn't want to agree to this. Why would I be stuck   here? When will they let me go? Who are they? Mr. Briggs spoke again in a soft purr. "Alright then. See you later sweetheart."

Then he squatted down, and unlocked the cage. Kacy uncomfortably wiggled out of the cage, then collapsed on the ground. She felt like a snail as she ever so slowly pulled herself up on to her feet. She yawned, quietly. 

"Okay sweetheart. Now that you are out, go sit in that chair over there," said Mr. Briggs as he pointed to a red velvet chair that looked quite comfy and appealing to Kacy.

"Okay," she whispered, as she started stepping towards the chair. Kacy didn't even think that about the possible dangers of this chair. She was so tired all of the sudden, she just sat down with a big "thud". The chair was just as comfy as it looked. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Okay, bye sweetheart!" said Mr. Briggs. "Oh, and you might feel some tingling in you arm." He pushed a button on a remote he was holding and Kacy felt cold liquid enter her body. 

She just barely saw Mr. Briggs exit the room with a smile when she fell unconscious.

In The Eyes of a Dancer- Prologue- Rough Draft

In The Eyes of a Dancer 

I was about five when it happened. Everything went black one day. I lost connection with everything and everybody. All I heard that dreadful day were negative things. Mama crying. The doctor saying I was sick; saying I was blind. I think Mama cried all day. Never did she stop. But I didn't cry. I didn't know what was going on. I thought perhaps someone turned off the lights. Heck, I didn't even know what blind meant! I was only five! All I knew what that everything was dark. Everything I ever wanted to do, I couldn't. Except dance. I had been to my first ballet class when I was three. It wasn't like a real ballet school, it was more like playing around. But I loved it. Dance consumed my preschool years. Jazz, Tap, HipHop, Ballet. I did everything my little body could manage. But how could I dance now if I was blind? When Papa was in his worst mood, he'd come home after work and tell me I'd never dance again. Ever. And then I felt all my hopes, all my dreams be crushed. But I didn't say anything. I just stood there staring at him, his eyes glistening with tears. Then Mama would would barge in crying, screaming at him of being so cruel to his child. "She's only five!" She'd scream and he'd scream back, "But she's blind!" I think they would often forget I was even there, listening to there screaming and swearing. I stand at the doorway, needing someone to my room, because I was unseeing and unknowing. When I was seven, and I could actually understand these conversations of screams, I would let small, cold, bitter tears roll down my cheeks. But I didn't wail or sob, because I knew if I did, I would just make everything worse than it already was. So I cried silently. Despite what Papa said, Mama still tried to find dance lessons for me. Dance lessons I could participate in. I needed someone who could help me, the poor little blind girl. I needed someone who would teach me how to dance even though I was blind. I just needed someone. But soon, I started to notice Mama changing. She got frustrated more easily. She screamed and cried for no reason. And I couldn't help feeling it was all my fault. Probably because it was all my fault. By the time I was eight, Mama was hospitalized. Why? She went absolutely nuts. She was slowly losing her mind. And even though I couldn't see her, I could hear her and I could tell she was losing it. Papa told me to forget her, saying I'd probably never see her, well hear her, again. That was the first time I sobbed. It was so different to my usual silent crying. Silent crying had become such a habit that I never did sob. Papa quit his job to stay home and care for me. Of course he didn't actually care for me. He went out with his friends to drink. He called me a burden. I probably was a burden. Who wanted to care for there eight year old blind kid? No one. Sure Mama was going crazy, but at least she pretended to care for me. Pap would often leave me all by myself, locked up in my room bumping in to things. Then, one day he was caught coming home from a bar, drunk driving. He was arrested and I was sent off to leave with my English  Aunt Caroline in Ontario. And the great thing was, I don't think she pretended to care for me. I think she did truly, genuinely did care for me! We'd  go to parks and she pushed me on the swing and was my aid so I didn't bump in to things.

I thought I had finally found my happiness; someone who actually loved me.

But maybe I was wrong.

In The Eyes of a Dancer - Summary- Rough Draft

In The Eyes of a Dancer

             Jamie Kentsworth is a dancer. But when she caught a illness at the age of five and went blind,    how could she dance? She couldn't see dance, she couldn't learn the techniques, without sight. Then at the age of eight, a dance teacher comes in to her life, willing to teach Jamie. How will Jamie cope with being blind? You'll have to read to find out!