A couple of days ago I joined Wattpad. Wattpad is a writing community where anyone can write stories and share them for free. They are mostly in chapter format, building into something larger as the weeks go along and with it, building a following. The biggest thing on there is teen fiction and fan fiction.
I’ve decided that I’m going to share Shallow Waters on a weekly basis, chapter by chapter as I write and compete Hannah Robbins two, but without ever completing it to the end. It does have 96 chapters! If you are on Wattpad and haven’t yet read Shallow Waters and want to check it out, my profile is; http://www.wattpad.com/user/RebeccaBradley0 but for anyone not on there, every Sunday, I will share a chapter here on the blog – but not to the end, so you have been warned!
The noise unnerved her as she tried to shift her body in an attempt to ease the pain. Instead, the slight movement caused every bone and fibre of her body to howl out in objection. She could no longer tell where the pain was coming from, but the receptors in her brain kept up their constant transmissions. The shrieking of her nerve endings blended into one mindless assault on her senses. The stench of her own urine was sharp in her nose as it burnt her bruised and bleeding body.
As she shifted, it creaked and rattled again. She froze, the sound reawakening her terror, returning her to the reality of her surroundings. Her eyelids felt heavy and hot, drawn down and protective, but she forced them open. Just to check.
Her body throbbed. Blood crusting on dry and broken skin added to the acrid smell assaulting her nostrils. It tasted bitter and vile in her mouth. The room was unlit, a faint light sneaking under the door at the far side of the room casting shadows, playing with her mind. She could make out shapes in the gloom, furniture she knew was there in the daylight, shape-shifting in the dark. It was quiet. She strained for any sound of someone else in there with her.
She tried to turn her head to check he wasn’t there, watching from the corner. Pain seared through her skull like hot metal rods. She was alone. Slowly, she lowered it back down onto the damp, sticky plastic base and let her eyelids close. The dog cage surrounding her was left behind for the blackness that now enveloped her.