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Author has written 18 stories for Transformers/Beast Wars, Batman the Animated Series, Alvin and the chipmunks, Transformers, Young Justice, Pacific Rim, ER, and Avatar: Last Airbender.
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I am going to be re-working Prime's Daughter and Mariposa's Holiday Specials to add in a new idea at the start of the stories. The old versions will not be deleted until the new are ready to post, but they are on Hiatus on this site until then!
As for my other stories, I've been struggling to write with current issues where I live, but I'm trying to get back into it, so I hope to have more to post soon. I have at least 5 half-chapters so far, but they're not ready to post yet. I also have more on The Avatar's Return, but again, too much going on to post much. Hope to have them out soon, and thanks for keeping up with me!
Thanks to a coworker and her husband, I was able to get the information off my laptop, but it's slow going trying to get back into the swing of things. I'll post what I have as soon as I can.
If you want to complain about my style or my plotlines, please DON'T tell me that in a review!!! I'm writing first and foremost to DEAL WITH MY OWN TRAUMA, and posting because I WANT to share my work and have someone else read it and enjoy it, since I mainly signed up to Fanfiction to do the same thing I post for--to read and enjoy others' work. If I keep getting complaint reviews I will simply close down my profile on here (sorry to my 38 followers/favorites out there, but I can't take this extreme rudeness anymore).
I plan my stories for MONTHS before I start to write, and edit them for WEEKS before I post. I love every review, and respond to them ASAP via PM or on my story if you review as a guest. If you don't like MPREG stories, DON'T read my transformers fics, and certainly don't complain about them being MPREG if you DO read them. I am sick and tired of the "that's disgusting" reviews because you don't like MPREG and still read it anyway. That's not on me, that's on the person who read it and hated it.
Mariposa Prime, Star Healer
Everything I wrote in Abandoned Chapter 1 (My Story and Disclaimer) is 100% true. This is my life, no secrets kept, no holds barred (if curious, I posted it here in my profile too, so just scroll down a bit, it's there).
"To those who act as agents of chaos, I say this: I stand resolute and unyielding. And if you strike my voice down, know that a chorus of thousands shall rise up in its place, for you have no dominion over the righteous. We are the defenders of truth."
"The strength of evil is good as none, when stands before four hearts as one."
My full, true-to-life story:
My name is Sheyenne Merritt, and I am 25 years old. I am a victim of Child Abuse and Neglect, which became disability abuse once I turned 18. It wasn’t the kind of Child Abuse that can kill on its own, but the kind that can lead to self-harm and suicide. I was Emotionally Abused.
My biological mother, Stacy, is negligent—I had to learn that from my legal mother Bev, her mother-in-law, because I was too young to remember. Mom (Bev) would give them strawberries and other treats for me, and she would eat them before I got to. She’d sit at the table with me, and feed herself, while I’d stare at the plate with hungry eyes, because she hadn’t fed me. That was my first non-snow related flashback.
My grandparents took us in when I was three. My little brother wasn’t even a year, and had such a bad diaper rash his butt was bleeding (I remember very little about my childhood before ten, so this is something to note). They claimed that they had only taken us in because our parents couldn’t pay the electric bill. I learned later, from Stacy, that it had been because Aaron had threatened to beat me if I didn’t clean my room on my own, and I ran to Mam and Mom.
They adopted us when I was five, but they allowed the verbal abuse to continue, and sometimes even asked for him to do it. So many tears, over being treated like I was worthless, and being made to believe that kids in houses had it worse off because we’d lived in a trailer. They would also threaten to beat us if someone called “welfare”.
When I was ten, I lost Mam to Lung Cancer. Mom, who’d been taking care of her while I tried to help around the house while mentally, decided it was time I become an “adult”, and made me start doing the housework while she sat around on the computer. Through it all, I was her strength.
She started telling her son that I needed punished when I’d do little things that upset her. She would do this with Briar too, but I wasn’t too focused on him at the time. About this time, we were both put on drugs for ADHD, which are given to kids when the parents are lazy, and won't play with their kids. Most kids just need to be allowed to run off the energy by playing. The first ones, Strattera, made me sick—I literally puked for a week. The next was Adderall—I too hyper still, but more would’ve made me a zombie. Finally, they found Concerta. I was on that for five years, then got myself clean. I am still addicted to caffeine when stressed.
I had a cough for six months when I was twelve, caused by anxiety, and had to be pulled out of school to break the cycle. She left me with Aaron and Stacy, who, instead of letting me sleep as the doctors had ordered, forced me to help them clean the house every day.
Pap died when I was fourteen, and we moved into his house. (inheritance rocks!) Mom had always told me to be happy I lived in a mobile home, because kids in better houses had worse home lives. I’d have to say that’s a lie. Some might, but some would be better off, too. Some, wouldn’t be screamed at, for crying over being bullied by her own father.
Things got worse, once we moved. I broke my foot. Within a month of getting back on it (six weeks in a cast, four in a boot, and six weeks of therapy putting this at around March), I was jerked off the couch by Aaron for saying something to him that was going to help with the problem he had come to her with, and then shoved back onto it. I have RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy, AKA Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, a nerve disorder) to this day. It is worse now than it was then, because it spreads when you aren’t medicated, and I cannot take Lyrica or Cymbalta (the first I got addicted to, the second made me sick after about 6 months). This was my first moment of hyper-awareness. I was officially suffering from PTSD.
When I was seventeen, I was diagnosed with Asperger’s Disorder, and the abuse just got worse. Right before the diagnosis (December 14), I was told to check the fire in the middle of a game of Solitaire. I knew I should stop (It may have been Mom, but I could predict the unpredictable nature of a bipolar at this point), but I hate being interrupted, and she said I could finish my game. I got into it, and forgot. Five minutes later, I was being yelled at because the fire went out. He stole my netbook and read through my diary. He threatened my stuffed chipmunks—my only obsession at the time, and still a rather large part of my life.
This marks my first time telling, when I called a friend’s mother and asked her to save me. I messed up by running in for the chipmunks, and was forced to call her back and tell her I was fine, and lying, and forced to apologize the next day. I told her the truth instead. He called me a “F*ing, no-good, lazy-ass Bitch” I told her—my confidant—everything—the truth. I cannot tell a lie. Aspies are just that way. He cussed me out, and threw my phone when I was calling Dad, because I was a “Lazy, good for nothing, and Briar was good because he had a job!”
Ten months later (October 15), I was eating lunch on a Sunday, while reading a book. I was asked to clean the kitchen, but allowed to finish my lunch first. I had just gotten inside when her son came in, and yelled at me that it should have already been finished. I let it drop then, that I was going to call the police (OOPS!), and I had my phone taken away. His abusive events were getting closer and closer together. (Score two for hyper-awareness!)
Two years later (May 17), we had just gotten home from the store. I had my bags, with my laptop and other necessary-to-feel-safe things I keep with me, so I put them in Dad’s chair while I put the groceries away. He yelled. I moved them to the kitchen (damn it, I have work to do!). He yelled again. I dropped Dad’s citrus salad because I was holding a bag wrong. He said I threw it. My first moment of objectivity offered by hyper-awareness.
I had been lent my mother’s debit card to get gas, and forgotten it was in my wallet. He pushed me into a bookshelf, yelling that I shouldn’t yell at his mother. (HIS mother. Not mine…they were one and the same…) This was the first remembered incident of physical abuse.
Things calmed down for a while, after those, but it was the calm before the storm. My mother was in kidney failure, and he was too worried to yell. I had hoped the only physical would be the above, but he shoved me back-first (which is notable, because my spine is hyper-sensitive) into the narrow edge of the bathroom door when he noticed I was waiting around the corner for him to leave before going back to my room. I had cried on my Aunt the day before, because I knew my mommy was dying. (score three for hyper-awareness. She died May 22, 2014). He kept yelling “You don’t care about my mother! You never cared about my mother!” and pushing me into the door. I didn’t do anything wrong… This was the second remembered incident of physical abuse.
On January 31, 2014, the other shoe dropped. I’d gotten up to help Mom get dressed for her dialysis appointment (she was too weak to do it herself, but I don’t care about my mother…) on only 2-3 hours of sleep. I heard the too-familiar sound of a truck stuck in the snow, and, when he proved it in the doorway, my reaction to irony and illogic (I laugh, and I can't help it) kicked in. I was forced to shovel snow. When my cries for help (in the form of an abused child’s angry rants) fell on deaf ears, I tried to run, but exhaustion mixed with near-meltdown stress levels, and I collapsed to my knees less than ten yards away. He called after me, in this sickly-sweet tone… “I just wanted you to help me…”
So I foolishly went back. He threw a shovel of snow at me, and, from exhaustion, I can't say for sure if it went on my head first, or in my face, but I did get both, with a single snowball catapulted from my shovel in between. He used my brother’s truck to get his out, then sent him to Taco Bell. Then he said this to me, after Mom was in his truck… “I want this driveway cleared by the time I get back, or I'm gonna drown you in a bucket of water, and if you go back to bed, I’ll throw water on you until you drown.”
I did what any self-respecting abused child would—I ran. I waited until he was out of sight, then called the woman I confided in. She had to rescue her husband, so I started walking—wearing pink rubber mucking boots without socks. I still have the scars on my heels.
It didn’t last, this time. I had called Dad, and Dad called Mom. Mom called her, and he called me. Both sent me back to the danger zone. As she pulled away, my confidant said… “If he does it again, you need to call the police. They do this every day.” He did, so I did. He came into my cousin’s house, where I was hiding (and trying to sleep. I was exhausted). He yelled at me in front of her kids (at the time, 7, 5, and 2), then said everything I had taken with me (security blanket, pillowpet, laptop, stuffed dog from dead grandmother, ETC.) belonged to him, then sent me to shovel a 5 foot drift.
I was shaking so bad, I thought I’d drop my phone in the snow (It’s the one thing that wasn’t in the pile of my stuff). I dialed 911, and flipped out on the poor dispatcher. He (or she; I was too panicked at this time to even notice) sent a Sheriff’s unit to my house. I was, for once, praying for abuse to continue. I wanted him doing something he’d get taken away for. I wanted to be safe. He wasn’t, though. He was sitting in the running van while I was in the cold, shoveling when I can't handle manual labor (I’ll collapse). The moment the cruiser pulled up, I ran to the officers, and hid behind them. That moment is still so clear in my mind, I can even remember what I said. “Don’t let him get me!!!”
They didn’t. He stormed off, after a gun, I’d learned later, so he could shoot Officer McFarland, and said the blood would be on my hands. The officer made calls, using my phone, while I tried to tell his partner all the offences my biological father had done, and forgot over half. He “owned” my abuse record book, at that time.
I wound up with my confident, but all was not well. Dad picked me up the next day, and they took everything—my nook, my laptop (I need it to function at my age level), my TV—anything that was possible tech got taken. I was punished for telling the truth. My aunt even sat on me. I went into survival mode (as in, you-hurt-me-I-kill-you mode) and tried to grab a knife. She slammed the drawer on my fingers. (OUCH!).
The snow, which used to be something I loved, is now terrifying to me (I still like being in it, but seeing large drifts is tramatizing). I keep flashing back to that day, sometimes optical, sometimes auditory, sometimes both at once. I was diagnosed in June, 2016, with PTSD (it was confirmed in November by Dr. Dubey at Bowen Center), which means I’ve been untreated for years.
It is my own courage that has brought me to this point. I will not be a Wild Rebel Rose. I will not be a Concrete Angel. I will not be a victim, or another statistic. I will be a survivor.
That wasn’t the end of it, though. Dad had to leave because of Karla and Aaron the August before I’d been diagnosed, and I was left behind because he was moving to a one bedroom apartment, and there would be no room for me. I was now alone with my abuser.
Just a few months ago, on November 11th, I had to call my confidant because a dog, which was not allowed in the Land Contract we’d had with dad, in my part of the house. Now, this dog is not only non-housebroken, but she is a huge pit bull mix, and doesn’t do anything but make messes and tear up stuff.
The next morning, Briar attacked me out of nowhere for what I had done (the right thing)
He lunged at me over my TV and stole my cell phone.
I lunged back to grab it, and got pushed into a chair. My glasses fell off. Flying blind, I went after him to get my property back (dad got that for me before he’d left), and he handed it to Ciarra. I tried to grab it in passing, and he pinned me on his bed.
In an attempt to get him off me (and now in a blind panic), I felt around for something to hit him with so I could get him off me. I found an old tablet from a pawn shop. I broke the tablet over his head. Cue satisfying smash sound.
He saw the damage as I got free, and pushed me against the wall in a choke-hold, covering my mouth and plugging my nose so I can't breathe. He did the last part (nose and mouth) twice. I bit him. I got him off me again, but he still had a grip on me, and kicked him in the nuts, then started kicking him in the face to get him to let me go.
Karla came in then, and watched while telling me the lies Ciarra had told her. Well, she got Briar to let me go, but then she followed me OUT of the situation (again, prevented from doing the right thing), and kept trying to get me to attack her with her incorrect and hurtful words.
She came into my room, still baiting me with words. I threw a hair clip at her. She didn’t stop. I threw a small bottle of B vitamins at her. She didn’t stop. I threw a larger bottle of B vitamins at her. She didn’t stop. I threw a large bottle of Gold Bond healing lotion at her. She didn’t stop, but left the room to call the cops on me. I slammed my plastic water bottle into her shoulder because she was being a BITCH. She told the police I had attacked her. She had attacked me first with her untrue, hurtful words.
The cops had her take me to Michiana Behavior Health in Plymouth, and gave her temporary custody of me. She abandoned me there. They could tell I was not only regressed and scared (I was like 2-4 years mentally and behaviorally), and called the police as well as taking my statement. The Plymouth officer couldn’t do anything because this had happened outside his jurisdiction. They called him for photographs of the tooth marks (Briar had bitten me while I was looking for what wound up being a tablet) on my knee and right pinky, the red marks Briar had left on my neck, the bruise he had left just under my left knee (which I can still feel, 2.5 months later). He couldn’t even take pictures.
Stacy came to pick me up, and, over her phone, Aaron verbally abused the cop and insisted that I had no guardian. The Sheriff’s office had put me into Karla’s custody, and she had abandoned me there even though the desk clerk (who gave me a snack because Briar had spilled my breakfast, and listened to me, and honestly cared for me) had told her not to leave. She had even thrown my insurance card and my license at me when she did.
They confined me in my room and what used to be the old kitchen, but was now my kitchen and living room. I had no working bathroom, and no water. I had no access to a shower, which I desperately needed. I ran from house to house at midnight when I couldn’t use my own key because Briar had violently pointed me from the door. A man in a yellow house down the street allowed me to use the phone. I got my shower and went to bed. Briar gave the guy an act, I’d learn later. Ciarra, who had been kind to this point, acted like I had been in the wrong, when they had hurt me beyond recovery. I still had no idea I had a bruise on my leg. I slept on the floor that night to avoid being seen from my locked door on the off-chance they would be able to break it down.
The next day, I got a ride from a neighbor, and went to church, where I told Dad and Shirley what had happened, then spent the day with my confidant and her family. I hated to barge in on their anniversary, but there was no other choice if I was to be safe. Dad had gone over to them while I was there, and Shirley believed their lies…at first.
Now, we’re at Tuesday, November 14, 2017. My confidant comes to pick me up, and we go out job hunting until 10:30 because her son has a doctor appointment. I knock on Ciarra’s door to ask her for cat food and invite her to church on Wednesday night, but refuse to tell her what it is until she comes to the door, because I'm not some slave of theirs, and I expect polite treatment (besides, I hate talking to doors more than I hate talking to answering machines).
Aaron comes to my locked door and pounds on it before making me do Ciarra’s household chores. I try to go get a phone to call APS, but I can't get ahold of her (still, because I’d been trying since Saturday!). I go back home, and pretend to be washing the dishes when he comes in. He tells me I'm leaving, and that Dad and Shirley are taking me to Bowen Inpatient (they had threatened to when they still believed the lies). I panic and grab my comfort items, but I'm not allowed to run down the street to call APS or the cops. I'm not even supposed to go back inside for what I wanted to take with me.
Ciarra had told Karla that “I scared her” by knocking on the door for cat food and a church invite. DUMBASS wouldn’t even ASK WHAT I WANTED or COME TO THE DOOR before ACCUSING ME OF BEING DANGEROUS. I thought she was a friend…
Dad and Shirley came, and Shirley witnessed Dad and Aaron fighting over me, and my reaction to this, which was to ask her to leave the room before hiding beside a cabinet in my living room. They went to leave, and Aaron yelled at me…
“Get in the car!”
“GET IN THAT CAR!”
“She’s staying here.”
“YOU GET IN THAT FUCKING CAR!”
“What do I do?”
“GET IN THAT CAR!”
“Just stay here.”
I walk over to the window. My cat is meowing from her carrier. “What do I do? Daddy?”
He sighs. “Just get in.”
We went to the jail. The sheriffs gave him several numbers for, I’d learn later, homeless shelters, autism group homes, and abuse shelters in the area. After calling places for an hour, we found one that had a bed—Fellowship Missions in Warsaw. I moved in there at 5:30 at night with only three outfits to my name.
The people here are great, but it’s still scary. I still have nightmares, and sometimes I'm scared to leave the shelter because he could find me, but no more. I'm going to get justice. I'm going to get through this. They. Will. Pay. Through the proper paths of the law.
I am currently Sheyenne Rayne Merritt, though soon I will be changing that. I will no longer have any sign that I was Aaron and Stacy McAnally’s daughter. I will change my name and have my own life, for the first time in forever. Those of you who I trust will be given what will be my new name. I need some help, though. I need to find a pro-bono lawyer to change my name and otherwise sue those who hurt me for abuse and slander. I know it will be my word against them, but I very seldom lie, and never about something this serious. Not to mention, I have proof, even though someone destroyed my recording journal. Most of that proof is against Karla, but I will still find a way to prove what happened to me as a child.
I am homeless now, but I am FREE.
Things are going better with them now, and I've actually gotten to meet and spend time with my nephew. He's so precious.
WARNING!! 25 SIGNS OF A RABID TRANSFORMERS FANGIRL!!
1. Can recite the entire movies from memory. (At least, I can tell someone the entire plot...)
2. Can tell you what Autobot is fastest, toughest and smartest and can give you exact specs.
3. Always has tabs on the best Autobot fanfiction, wallpaper and apparel.
4. Gets into accidents on the off chance Ratchet might pick her up.
5. Whenever she leaves home yells ROLL OUT!! (Let's roll, ROTF Optimus...)
6. Will stare out their car window as a Camaro, Peterbuilt Semi, Pontiac Solstice, GMC Topkick, or Hummer drives by. (And grin at the Hummer...)
7. Dreams transformer pairings.
8. Wishes that her phone was an Autobot and would name it after a fallen Autobot.
9. Has used movie quotes to finish her sentences.
10. Cusses like Ironhide, Ratchet, or the Twins.
11. Makes references to Transformers in every school subject.
12. Wishes that Wheeljack could help blow up some certain people.
13. Immediately snaps awake from sleep when someone says something about Transformers.
14. Sings the Transformers theme in the shower, on the way to school, and on the way home just to annoy her brother.
15. Gives her friends labels as some of the Autobots.
16. Gives her enemies labels as some of the Decepticons.
17. Wishes she could use a double plasma cannon on her brother. (When wouldn't I?)
18. Has posters of her favorite Transformers.
19. Reads wayyyyyyyyyyyy too many fan-fictions about these guys. (guilty as charged... writes them too...)
20. Has her username having to deal with Transformers.
21. Listens to a song and then immediately thinks of a Transformer.
22. Pairs the TFs with other TFs because it's fun. (YEP!)
23. Squeals at the sight of a Police car and thinks of Barricade.
24. Acts and pretends to be a transformer constantly.
25. Thinks every electronic device she owns is a Transformer (And I wish it were true! My laptop would be a great place to start!)
You know your obsessed with with Transformers when...
-You have a spaz whenever you see a Peterbuilt Semi, Camaro, Hummer, or GMC Truck pass by.
-You call your computer Teletran 1.
-Names enemies after Decepticons. (My family acts like them, they get called them...)
-Uses a Transformers reference whenever possible.
-Whenever talking too fast, says your talking like Blurr. (or that I sound like him)
-Whenever you hear the word Soundwave, you cringe. (actually, I like him, so I smile...)
-Will never look at a boombox the same ever again.
-You never try to look at a GMC Truck funny, since your afraid it's Ironhide.
-You have dreams where you are in the Transformers world. (with defensor! best dream ever--and heatwave! but he was sick...)
-You've watched Transformers at least 20 times, even more.
-You pray to Primus
-You freak out whenever you see a cop car hiding in the shadows, thinking it's Barricade.
-You don't call people creepers or stalkers, you call them Decepticreeps.
-You have joined many Transformers fan clubs.
-You've tried to do Jet Judo, and succeeded.
-You've tried Jet Judo, and epicly failed. (scared of heights, so nope!)
-You sing the Transformers theme song everywhere and anywhere. (it's my ringtone!)
-You were about to cry when Bumblebee was about to die in DOTM. (I cry when the ship gets blown up. and when Ratchet dies. it was more panic with Bee)
-You blame Blackout for most power outages. (Either him or Jolt recharging his electrical whips)
-You think that the world is going to end by a Decepticon invasion.
-You get annoyed when you say Unicron, and people think you just said Unicorn.
-You hate when people hate on Miko cause she's awesome. (and I can be like her sometimes...named my cat after her!)
-You think that every evil person in the world is either a Decepticon agent, or a Pretender. (GOD, I WISH!)
-You think that when the Autobots win the war, it should be declared a national holiday.
-You think the Government is hiding the Autobots some where. (I wish...I really wish...)
-You annoy your friends and family with your constant Transformers talk. (My brother hates it... the others just walk away. thank God for Fanfiction!)
-Whenever you hear the word decept, you immdediatly think of Decepticons.
-Whenever your friends say the worst thing happened, you ask if Decepticons attacked them.
-You wish your phone was a Transformer. (see above!)
Ways to tell you’re a Transformer's fan:
1. You cuss at Decepticons in the movie
2. You laugh every time someone does something funny, even though you've seen it a gazzilion times.
3. You memorize quotes (thank you, autism!)
4. You cuss at annoying people in the movies.
5. You dream of Transformers (Defensor and Heatwave, most recently...)
6. You dream of your favorite Autobot being your guardian (Ratchet and Optimus!)
7. You think of Transformer's 75% of the day. (more like 99.9%)
8. You buy journals to write your Transformer's stories in. (use a laptop...all the time)
9. You look at the sky and dream of an Autobot or Decepticon landing in your pool. (don't have a pool. want them to land in the woods)
10.Your friends think you need therapy because of how much you talk about Transformers.
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You think you're crazy when you find yourself talking to a bowling ball. You KNOW you're crazy when it answers back. Thankfully, a few years ago in April, the ball DIDN'T answer back.
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