So Many Mistakes (Sad story, please do not read if easily offended)

So Many Mistakes (Chapter One: Age 1-3)

A toddler, a baby even, was sitting in her crib. Her name was Cecelia. She was one and a half with short, spiky blonde hair and blue eyes. She was chubby as every baby is. She had been well fed, clean and happy. Happy... Her mother, Juliana, worked at a fashion company. She didn't even notice Cecelia since she kept her in the basement, locked in her crib all day. But Cecelia had a nanny named Kally. Kally was very old and very sweet. She frowned upon Cecelia's young and evil mother. Cecelia had been found by Kally in the basement- almost dead! Her mother had thrown her down the stairs and left her to die on the floor. Kally had only found her because when coming over to look at a jewlery sale Juliana was hosting in her backyard. She went inside to use the restroom and heard crying. She couldn't stand a baby's crying. She opened the basement door and at the bottom of the stairs lay a half-dead baby girl, alone and broken. Baby Cecelia had been whining for some attention. Two of her ribs were cracked, her arm- broken and both of her legs either broken, bruised or cracked. Her nose was broken, skull smashed and her lips were bloody and cut. She looked up at Kally with tear-filled eyes and whined. Kally picked her up carefully. She carried her outside for all to see. Juliana stared at her baby. "Oh my god! My baby! What the hell did you do to my baby girl?" screamed Juliana, looking with concern. She was faking and doing a pretty good job at it. "What did you do to your baby is the correct phrase." Kally said. "I'm taking this baby to the hospital and away from you!" she said. "I swear to god, Mrs. Mayler, I didn't even know she was like this! I didn't know she was here!" Juliana lied again. "Oh really?" Kally raised an eyebrow. "yes! She is supposed to be at my sister's house in Canada for the week!" she screamed. "We'll see if your story is believable, Juliana." and Kally hurried to her car and to the hospital. Juliana told the policeman her story. "Sir, my sister, Angelina, was supposed to be with her in Canada. Her husband, Marcus, came to pick her up. You can cal and ask, marcus saw her last!" she said through fake sobs. Well it turns out Angelina was just as horrible as Juliana and they got Marcus put in jail for life. Months later, when Cecelia was well again, Juliana took her home. The judge had assigned Kally to keep watch and be a nanny for Cecelia to make sure she was safe. When Cecelia was two, she was always stuffed and played with and happy. But it wasn't her mother taking care of her. It was Kally. Juliana hated hearing her baby laugh. "Why can't that little f***** just suffer and suffer then just die?" she would say to herself. Juliana went on many business trips, always worked and had parties. She went to friends' houses and gatherings and vacations. Her child just wasn't there to her. Kally had been raising the baby on her own. She didn't dare tell the authorities though, she knew that Juliana would use the excuse of always being out and working and get away with it. One day, Juliana heard her baby laugh and giggle. "Shut the f*** up you little b****!" she screamed at her. "I'm telling social services how horrible you have been!" Kally finally said. "You should have never found her! She deserved to starve to death in her crap down there!" Juliana smacked Kally. Kally grabbed the phone but Juliana knocked it away from her grasp. "You can kill me, but leave my baby alone!" Kally screamed. "I'll kill you and that little b******!" Juliana grabbed a knife but knew the police would know it was murder. she pushed Kally down. "My hip! I've broken my hip!" cried Kally as she held her hip. Her glasses had fallen off during the impact but before she could get them, Juliana smashed them with her leather boot. "How sad..." she picked up Cecelia but the foot and kicked Kally down the stairs. Kally winced as every stair caused more damage. Cecelia cried and bit her mother. "Meanie!" she sobbed. Juliana smacked Cecelia, hard. She cried. "That's right, cry you little brat!" she screamed in her ear. Cecelia looked at a dead Kally, "Mommy..." she said in a sad voice. "Do you want me to throw you down there too?" Juliana threatened. The baby shook her head she her mother walked to the phone. She called the police. "Nine, one, one, what's your emergency?" a women answered. "Yes hello! I am Juliana Skitterfield and Kally Mayler, my assigned nanny, is hurt!" she cried into the phone. Cecelia cried too. "What happened and please remain calm, ma'am?" replied the officer. "I do not know now but she is at the bottom of our basement stairs I think she fell down!" Juliana exclaimed. "Okay, we have just sent an ambulance. The police officers are also on their way to investigate." she said. "Oh god thank you!" Juliana hung up and smiled, smacking Cecelia evilly. "Haha, you lose! I'm gonna make you suffer, brat!" she dropped her on the floor but she only had a cut. Her mother put a bandage on it in case the officer asks. She heard a hard knock on the door and saw flashing lights. "Police! Open up!" a husky voice directed. She opened the door and wiped some sink water from her eyes as fake tears. "Yes, thank you!" she ran outside, hugging her baby. One of the nurses looked concerned. "So old Mrs. Mayler? Such a shame... I am so sorry..." she looked at Cecelia. "Could I inspect the little cutie? If a child younger than seventeen is involved they need to be searched." said the lady. "Well of course! I don't want to lose anyone else!" she handed Cecelia to the dark lady. "Mommy will see you soon, okay baby? It's alright! Kally will be okay!" she kissed her on the cheek as Kally's body was loaded onto the ambulance. Cecelia cried and cried, the sound gave Juliana pleasure. The officer came up and put his arm around her. "I'm so sorry, but it looks like she isn't going to make it through this one, Ms. Skitterfield..." he said. An evil grin crept up on her face. "I thought that might be the case... Cecelia will miss her so much. But I'll make sure they reunite when the time is right..." Juliana said. "I'm sure Cecelia will forget sooner or later. By any chance did Cecelia see this happen?" he asked. "Yes, I know she did. In fact, she might have been the cause. Cecelia liked to play with Kall's gowns and would crawl inside her legs. Kally fell a few times because of this but was unharmed. Cecelia might have a few bruises or cuts if this is the case. I mean, wouldn't it be logical that kally had tripped on Cecelia and fell down the stairs? And then Cecelia had gotten hurt in the impact of Mrs. Mayler's fall?" Juliana suggested. "That would be a very possible theory, Ms. Skitterfield. let's just hope that Cecelia is alright..." and the two walked off.

When Cecelia turned three, her mother was still abusing her. She hadn't eaten in two days and no neighbors heard her cry because her mouth was taped over with cotten inside. Her mother would cut her arms, legs and stomach then hold her down in a bath of rubbing alcohol. Then she would punch her stomach and once even pressed her whole body up against a hot propane tank and smacked her while doing it. Her mother would also hang her out the top story window by her hair in the middle of the night. Nobody would think these things would ever happen in real life, but things worse have. When Cecelia had pulled the tape off and started crying, her mother couldn't take it anymore. She took Cecelia and put her in the freeze with three peices of duck tape wrapped around her head. Twenty minutes later, Juliana let her out and threw her in a closet. All that was in the closet was an old bug-infested blanket and a soggy box to play in. Moldy water leaked from the ceiling and bugs crawled in from holes in the wall. This is how Cecelia Emerald Skitterfield lived until she was five years old.

OOC: I will write more if I get at least 4 likes :] (Sorry for the horrible plot of a baby being tortured and all, I am sick and twisted >:]. And just because these thoughts are in my mind doesn't mean I would ever use these acts of evil torture in real life. I love babies!)

So Many Mistakes (Chapter Two: Ages 4-7)

Cecelia was still living in the horrible closet. Only when she turned four her mother took the box and the coats and would take her blanket away at night. Cecelia hadn't eaten now for three and a half days. She had eaten bugs in the corner but nothing else. Her mother would rather spend money on her friends at McDonald's than feed her baby. Cecelia was smart even though she didn't go to school. Her horrible surroundings gave her street smarts and common sense. She learned problem solving early on and would count the days she went without eating so that when her mother came to see if she was alive or not she'd say "Mommy, it be tree days since food!" and Juliana would say "How could you possibly know that?" and walk off. Cecelia knew the days by figuring out hours by the sun. When dim light shed through the window across the hall and onto the floor, she could see through the bottom of the door that it was about 6:00 A.M. She knew it was morning when there was dim light and chirping birds. She knew afternoon because she would hear her mother come home for a lunch break and the floor would have an orange reflection on it from the afternoon sunshine. She knew seasons- but only two. She knew Cold and Warm. These were what she called the four seasons. When Juliana gave her a blanket and box to keep as warm as allowed, it was 'Cold'. Cold stood for winter and fall. When her mother took her blanket and the sun was always shining, it was 'Warm'. On the fifth day without any real food besides bugs her mother came in and handed her a bottle filled with a mix of sandwitch scraps, fruit mold and salt all blended up and mixed with hot water to make a drink. She happily slurped it down even though she would throw up later. She smiled and reached at her mother for a hug. "Go to hell! You are lucky I decided to be generous and give you scraps! Now attention? Ha! like I want your dirty little fingers on my skin! Freak!" she slammed the door and took her blanket. Cecelia sighed and curled up in the corner. "I miss Kally..." she sighed.

When she turned five, Cecelia was put in school. Her mother didn't have time to homeschool her because of work and the state kept sending letters on how she had to go to school in the next month or she would be taken away. Juliana couldn't risk her child being happy, healthy and taken care of. She couldn't. So the day before school, Juliana was telling her what and what not to do. "At playtime, sit alone on the ground! If your teacher or other children ask to come play or what's wrong, tell them "Nothing is wrong, I'm just tired." or "No thank you, I'd rather stay here. But thank you!" and ignore them, understand?" she directed. Cecelia nodded. "If it is art time or snack time, tell your teacher that you aren't hungry even if you are! The food at school is made of poison! And if it is art time tell them that your mommy doesn't want to dirty your clothes and you do not have permission!" she continued. "If you are offered a snack or toy or anything nice, say no. And if they ask why not or insist on it, say "My mommy says it is rude to take from others." and if they keep bugging and offering, ignore them. Never laugh or giggle. You are not allowed to have fun. And most importantly! if you teacher asks about your cuts and bruises and burns, you will tell her "Mommy is always at work and I get into trouble without her there." and sell it!" When she was done making sure Cecelia was trained well enough for school, she started packing her little backpack. It had crayons, markers, plastic scissors and paper. No lunch. Cecelia wasn't allowed to eat unless it was Thursday or Monday. She would get gross snacks once a day but nothing else. No lunch. No snacks. Nothing.

The next day, when her mother was on her way to work, she dropped her off at school before. "Now remember what I told you!" and she opened the door and pushed her out. Cecelia fell on the sidewalk, but quickly got up. She smiled and waved at her mother, but Juliana ignored it and drove off. Cecelia walked to the first classroom she saw. Luckily it was the correct class. Everyone was sitting in a circle in the middle of the room. Everything here was colorful and fun-looking. "Why hello, sweetie." said a young women. "I'm Ms. Candace, what is your name?" she asked, all of the little children stared at Cecelia. "Cece..." she replied quietly. "Well, Gigi, want to come join us all?" Ms. Candace asked. Cecelia looked down. "Come on, sweetie! Come on over..." Ms. Candace said. Cecelia didn't reply. "Uh Mrs. Tudor, could you play with the kids for a moment?" Ms. Candace asked as she walked over to Cecelia. "What's wrong, Gigi?" she asked. "Cece." replied Cecelia. "What?" "Cece! My name is Cece!" she said a little louder. "Oh, I'm sorry." Ms. Candace took her bacpack and looked through it. "No lunch? Some parent." she whispered to herself. "Are you hungry, Cece?" she asked. Cece looked at her with bruises on her face and red eyes from crying. "Mommy says no food. My says no food from anyone but her." she looked down again. "Sweetie, it's alright! Food doesn't bite." She handed her a cookie but Cecelia threw it on the floor. Ms. Candace grabbed the phone and looked up Cecelia's information. She called Juliana's work number. "Hello? Is Juliana Skitterfield available?" Ms. Candace said into the phone. "Yes, I am her daughter Cecelia's teacher. Cecelia doesn't seem to be acting normal." she replied to the receptionist. "Okay, thank you." She waited a few minutes until Juliana picked up the phone. "Hello? J. Skitterfield here." said Juliana. "Yes, Juliana. This is Cecelia's teacher, Candace Flow, I am calling because Cecelia is acting strange. Has she eaten recently?" Ms. Candace asked. "Listen, I was in the middle of a meeting and can't talk right now. I'll give you a call later when I am less busy. Chow!" "Oh but Ms. Skitterfield! I don't think this matter can wait! I ned permission to give Cecelia something to eat, maybe that will help?" Ms. Candace said quickly. "No, she doesn't eat anything I don't give her. Now I really must be going!" Juliana said. "I will give you a call later about Cecelia's por behavior, Mrs. Flow!" "Ms. Skitterfield, I'm afraid this matter has to be handled more seriously. Perhaps I could come over for dinner Friday and we could discuss?" Ms. Candace/Mrs. Flow suggested. "No! Now I will call you another time, Mrs. Flow I am extremely busy at this moment!" and Juliana hung up. Ms. Candace sighed. "What should we feed her?" ask Mrs. Tudor. "Her mother didn't give permission to be fed. She was in the middle of a meeting appearently and I asked to come over for dinner but I was declined. I think Ms. Skitterfield abuses Cecelia. She is practically starving! And she is beaten up and I am pretty sure the poor kid hasn't bathed in weeks!" Ms. Candace whispered. "Calm down, Candy! We can't jump to conclusions just yet. Maybe the bruises are just from accidents and maybe she skipped breakfast. And who knows? Some parents give up on bathtime because children fuss too much over it. I really think jumping to the conclusion of child abuse when we don't even know these people probably isn't likely." said Mrs. Tudor. "I don't know, I've seen abused children for six years in teaching and she has all of the symptoms of being abused. Unfriendly parent with an excuse not to discuss the matter. The child always hungry and dirty. Has burns and cuts and bruises, let's face it Violet, she is an abuse victim and you know it!" As the two teachers discussed and debated over what action(s) should be taken, Cecelia put her backpack away and unpacked her stuff onto a desk. She sat down and looked down, remembering when her mother had taken an iron and let it melt and burn her skin.