Caged Animals (A Story of Bullying)

~*~I'm Sorry~*~

My Amazing Fans and Readers,

            This, right here, is probably one of the hardest things I’m ever going to have to write, addressed to you readers of Caged Animals. I’m literally swallowing down the lump in my throat as I type; I feel terrible and saddened that I even have to say this.

            When I began writing Caged Animals, I was basically just getting emotions out. Now, this story isn’t about my life, so you needn’t worry…but it was based on others. I was basically scribbling down feelings and hoping they made sense; then, on a whim, I published it on Wattpad. I’ve been flattered and utterly shocked at the outpouring of support and encouragement that you all have given me, and the fact that you have followed Evening’s struggle until now is overwhelming. Thank you.

            However, a few days ago, I decided to go back and read through my previous chapters. I had sat down to write the next chapter, and—as has been growing more and more frequent lately—I couldn’t find inspiration to begin it. So, in hopes of doing that, I reread my writing. In short, I was horrified at the terrible quality I found: was it really that mortifyingly obvious when I couldn’t find inspiration, when I wasn’t feeling it? These chapters—excluding the first three—seem forced and terrifyingly bad. I literally sat in my desk chair, staring at the screen with my mouth agape, for ages.

            So I apologize. I’m sorry for the horrific quality of my writing in this novel, I’m sorry for my lack of inspiration, and I’m sorry for what I have to ask of you now. *sighs*

            I don’t think I can continue on with Caged Animals anymore. I’ve simply lost inspiration, and, to be honest, sometimes I have to stop myself from thinking about what’s happened in the past. I know how to deal with it, but my family definitely wouldn’t approve of those emotions; they would make me stop writing this abruptly then, rather than slowly now.  I’m sorry, all: I just physically can’t find the urge in me to write this anymore. I’m going to have to discontinue it, but, if you don’t want to me to delete, I won’t. It’s up to you.

            However, two more things: firstly, if you would like to steal this story and finish it, then PM me. I’ll let you, as long as you put my name at the beginning of the chapters I personally wrote. Secondly, I’ll most likely replace this novel with a collection of short stories, dealing with different aspects of bullying and mental/emotional disorders, i.e. anorexia, depression, suicidal thoughts, and the like. Maybe I’ll even include some of these characters in them…I don’t know.

            I’m always here—still—if you need to talk to me. You have to trust me on this: I know what it’s like to go through that. Trust me, I know. Feel free to PM me whenever you feel the need to talk, whenever you’ve had a bad day and need to sort things through with someone who won’t judge. I’ll be here.

            I’m so, so sorry. You have every right to be mad at me; I understand. I love you all, and thank you for your unending support of this indecent writing. I hope you’ll read the short stories, or maybe, possibly, look at some of my other works.

            I’m sorry. Again, I adore you all, and you are all beautiful, amazing, talented people. Thank you. <3

Love,

Rhiannon (writergrl98)