Insimenator.org

This is my first story so be gentle:D

Here is a preview of the story...

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/AveloniaBrown.jpg)

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/BackCover.jpg)

I will post part 1 later tonight:D

Bravo! I'll definitely follow this story. I love how you created the hardcover. The #1 Best Seller really sells it. Can't wait to read more.

Ha, thanks Franky... I'm working on the pictures as we speak... I hope I won't disappoint people:lol:

Hey, SolidGoldFunk - glad to see you hanging out in the story section.  Your story sounds great, and with your ability to take good pictures and the gripping storyline you've already introduced - I bet it will be a success!  Looking forward to chapter 1.

Oh boy a story!  I can't wait to read it SolidGold!  :D

Thanks:D I'm uploading the pictures now on photobucket. I hope you guys like it:D

Like I said, it's my first story so be gentle:)

My name is Avelonia Brown and I want to tell my story. I’m 32 years old and I’m just getting out of an abusive relationship. I don’t want or need your sympathy. All I need is for you to listen and hopefully learn.

Me when I was a kid...
(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avalonia1.jpg)

A crime scene photo of my mother... my grandmother stole it from the station.
(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avalonia3.jpg)

    I’ve always had it hard. I remember when I was 6, my mother was strangled by a John and I was sent to live with my grandmother. My grandmother always resented me. I am an only child and I’m half Japanese and half black. My grandmother was a miserable old lady and she took it out on me. She called me every name you can think of. Once, I went to take the garbage out to the dumpster and she claimed to have looked all over for me. Needless to say I got in trouble. She made me stand in the kitchen doorway with my back turned while she heated up the oven. Next thing I know a hot hanger was being pressed against my forearm. She grabbed my hair and told me, “you better not move or you’ll get something worse.” I closed my eyes and tried to hold back the tears. When I couldn’t take it anymore I let out a loud scream. She didn’t like that at all! She took the hanger away from my arm and slammed me up against the wall.
    I still have the scar on the back of my head.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avalonia2.jpg)

After too many unfortunate events, I was put into foster care. I had to go to school with a black eye one day and that was the end of that part of my life.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avalonia7.jpg)

When I turned,  16 I ran away from the group home I was in. Every foster family that I had had given me back for one reason or another. So, from 9-16, I lived in a group home. I didn’t know what I was going to do when I left but I had to leave. I left the lovely, Glenmont Group Home in the middle of the night on my 16th birthday. I climbed out of the window and as soon as I did, the cold February air burned my skin. I didn’t own a coat so I began to wonder if I should do it or not. My mind wandered back to when I was 9 years old….


    I had just gotten back from my last foster family when a tall white man approached me. He knelt down and took my plastic bag of clothes. He touched my shoulder and said, “everything will be alright.” He had a kindness in his eyes that I’ve never seen. At that moment, I felt that I could trust him and I smiled for the first time in many years.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avalonia4.jpg)

Later that night, I was in my bunk bed when I felt heavy breathing on my face. It was the tall white man again. I cannot recall his name and that’s probably for the best. He gently touched my forehead and told me to come with him.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avalonia6.jpg)

I got up and followed him into a dark room on the third floor. When my eyes finally adjusted, I noticed that we were in the game room. Before I could say anything he covered my mouth and threw me on the filthy couch….

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avalonia5.jpg)

    Tears rolled down my face. Before I knew it, I was out of the window and walking in the snow.  I couldn’t think about that now. I was on my way to a new life.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avalonia8.jpg)

:(  Wow, what a sad terrible beginning.  Not your writing, but the story itself.  I certainly hope that Avelonia finds hope somewhere.

Yeah, she had it hard. I'm hoping she'll find hope too.:(

wow very sad and amazing please continue

Thank you ShiningStarSim. Hopefully I will have the pictures ready tomorrow. I'm already up to 4 pages in MS Word and 4 Different parts:D

Part II

I had never been outside the group home walls alone so I had no idea where I was going. I walked for what seemed like hours in the freezing cold, with nothing but the clothes on  my back. I couldn’t bear another second out here. Finally, I came upon a small bar and went in for warmth. I sat at the counter and asked if they had coffee. I didn’t really drink coffee, but I thought it would warm me up. The bartender looked at me confused and asked, “are you alright hun?” I just shivered and looked down. She walked away and I could see her out of the corner of my eye talking to a guy in a suit and looking back at me. I started to get up and leave when the man came over to me. He looked at me just as the waitress had. He said, “how old are you?” I told him I was 23 because I didn’t want him to ask me anything else. I don’t think he believed me but he gave me a coat and a number to a homeless shelter. He offered me a free meal and I gladly accepted. I ate my rice and chicken and left without a sound.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avelonia2-1.jpg)

    I looked around and saw that I was on 15th Street. I hugged myself to absorb my new found warmth. I needed a place to stay but I didn’t want to stay in a homeless shelter. How could that be any better? Finally, I came across an abandoned building and there were bums sleeping everywhere around a fire. I walked over and took a seat next to one of them. I placed my hands over the fire and absorbed the good heat. I got up from the fire and walked to a dirty mattress. I dragged it close to the fire and slept.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avelonia2-2.jpg)

    I was awaken about 5 hours later by a violent cold breeze against my feet. Someone had stolen my sneakers. I cried until I had no more tears. I had completely lost track of time and I huddled under my coat waiting for people to come to start the fire. It started getting dark and no one came.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avelonia2-3.jpg)

        I planted my feet in the cold wet snow and decided to walk to the nearest shelter I could find. Preferably, a place with heat. I walked about 5 blocks before I came to a gorgeous house. I wondered, why couldn’t that be me? I walked slowly to the window and peered inside. There was a family of 4 sitting around a fireplace watching a movie. I don’t remember what the movie was. I wondered if I should sneak through the window or just knock. I caught a glimpse of myself in the window and realized that I had snot frozen to my mouth and nose. At some point, my mouth had started bleeding. My lip had been swollen from the last beating I had gotten in the group home. At that point, I decided to knock.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avelonia2-4.jpg)

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avelonia2-5.jpg)

    A tall black woman answered the door. I asked her if I could come inside and shower and sleep. She looked at me as if I had lost my mind. At first I thought she couldn’t understand me, after all, I did speak broken English. I didn’t get very far in school. I dropped out in the 8th grade and never looked back. I said, “ain’t you gonna let me in?” She called John to the door. He must have been her husband. John gave me one look and told his wife to get away from the door. I couldn’t believe they were just going to leave me out here with no shoes and this stuff on my face. The door slammed before I had a chance to beg.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avelonia2-6.jpg)

    My feet were completely numb and started turning purple. I started down the steps of the porch and passed out from the severe cold.

(http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g245/Virgo9984/Avelonia2-7.jpg)

aww poor Avelonia I can't believe they didn't even let her in...for shame I hope someone helps her

Yeah ShiningStarSim. She's a strong girl though;)

Wow!  This is really great stuff.  You do a good job of generating sympathy for your character.  I really feel for her, and care about what happens to her.  Nice work.

Thank you Astral Faery:)

Here are parts III and IV. I will post pictures as soon as I'm done with Liv's house.:)

Part III

    I tried to open my eyes but the bright lights hurt too much. I decided to give it a while longer before I tried again. I was successful the second time. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but white. I’ve seen this place before. It was all too familiar. It was Saint Mercy’s Hospital. I tried to move but realized that I couldn’t. Please don’t tell me I’m paralyzed! I stood still for a minute and tried to move again. I was able to move but I couldn’t feel my feet. I threw the covers back and saw that my feet were wrapped in gauze. At least they were still there. I remembered how cold they were and the moment I lost feeling in them. While I examined my feet a doctor walked in. His name was Dr. Gregory. He was the most attractive man I had ever seen. I was immediately embarrassed and covered myself with the blanket. He didn’t seem to notice. His attention was on a clipboard he had in his hands.
    He asked, “How are you feeling?” I didn‘t answer. “Do you have any place to go?” he asked with a concerned look. I told him I didn’t. I stayed in the hospital for a month before I was released. Dr. Gregory allowed me to stay with him and his family until I got on my feet.
    I fully recovered from my frostbite. Dr. Gregory told me how lucky I was on the way to his home. I sure didn’t feel lucky! I turned away and looked out the window at the scenery letting my mind wander into the life god had intended for me. About 30 minutes later, we arrived at a gorgeous 2 story home. When Dr. Gregory opened the door, I noticed a white lady and a little boy waiting at the front door.
    He introduced me and showed me my room. That was the best sleep I had in 10 years.
    I had been at the Gregory house for 3 months and my crush on Dr. Gregory grew more intense. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he liked me too. One day when his wife was at her salon, he told me about their marriage. He said that she wasn’t the wife he married. He told me of the mean and heartless things she had done to him. After being in the house that long, I still knew nothing about his wife so I believed him. He put his hand against my face and leaned in to kiss me. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I said, “before we go any further, you have to know that I’m only 16.“ At first I thought he didn’t want to continue then he leaned closer and said, “I’m only 36.“ We both laughed. Finally, I calmed down and got into the moment. We made love and it was the best night of my life.
   
    Another month had passed and I became really sick. I woke up every morning vomiting my guts! I had no idea what was wrong. I went to Dr. Gregory and told him my symptoms. He shot me the most evil look I had ever seen. Of course, I was confused. I put my arms around his neck and asked, “what’s wrong baby?” He threw my hands away and said, “you have to get rid of it!” I had no idea what he was talking about until he said, “the baby! You have to get rid of it!” I almost collapsed when I heard him say this. How could I be pregnant? Then I thought, this could be a good thing. The man of my dreams and I are going to have a family. I smiled and rubbed my belly. “I can’t get rid of our family.” He grabbed my arm with what seemed like all of his strength. I looked at him and said, “I won’t get rid of it!”
    Later that night, I was on my way to the bathroom when I passed by his bedroom. I heard him and his wife going at it. I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. I approached him the next day and threatened to tell his wife about us. All of a sudden, the baby was the best thing that ever happened to him. We hugged and decided that I would have the baby. Immediately after our decision, Dr. took me to the mall so we could find baby clothes. I was too excited! He even told me that he was going to leave his wife. How could things get better than this?    

Part IV

    I was wrong about things getting better. When I went to bed that night, I was feeling sicker than ever. I decided that sleep would cure me. I had awaken at 2 am. I will always remember that day and time. I thought I had wet the bed because a warm wet feeling embraced my leg. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed Dr. Gregory sitting at the end of the bed with something in his hand. He got up from the bed and left the room. When he was gone, I got up and went to the bathroom to see what I had done. Blood covered both of my legs. I started screaming not knowing what had happened. I forgot about Dr. Gregory at the end of my bed, I called to him for help. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and calmly said, “you have to go.” Just as calm as he had spoken, he walked away. I held my head in my hands and cried. I didn’t know what to do so I cleaned myself up and left the Gregory house for good.

oooh poor girl, she has already suffered so much... at leats she will be stunningly hot when she grows up hehehe LOL

The poor girl. ): The doctor is so heartless. Taking advantage of her, getting her pregnant and then aborting her baby. Hopefully his wife would do meaner things to him.

Omg. This story is so interesting.

I just noticed that her teen face isn't shown in any of the pictures. ;P

Thanks everyone.

Yeah, I noticed that too Teliz. That's why I waited to do the pictures for parts 3 and 4 because when I took those pictures her face wasn't showing in those either... :angryfir:

This very deep and tragic - in a good way.  Poor thing, life can only get better from here...well, maybe, lol.  I can't wait to see your pictures for these chapters.

Great story Solid Gold.  I hope you continue it.  I would like to see things get better for her, as I said before. :)

Thanks guys! I didn't think anyone was reading it so I forgot about the pictures. I'll try to get them up soon.

do i have to potest too to make you put up the pictures and more of this sotry- i demand MORE i tell theee!!