Sheila here. Don't tell anyone I am here, cos I am not supposed to be. I am supposed to be far away, gone for good. But here I am, anyway, me and my baby Mary. And let me tell you what has been going on with me since I left Los Angeles, after running off from the mental place, trying to kill Stephanie etc. etc. All that was so dump, that I can hardly believe it. Now, I have grown up, went through oh, so many changes. Also baby Mary did, she is now six years old and at school. She has already fallen in love with her classmate, who is a cute little boy. She says her true love is back in Los Angeles though, that she is just testing this love thing with this cute little boy. Oh well, I don't mind.
I have a job, in a hospital, back to nursing again. I love this kind of normal life. No, let me tell you, I am damn bored. Actually, I have set my eyes on a very cool guy, a doctor in the hospital who reminds me of Scott. Unfortunately he is married. Or, well, actually, he was. He was married to one woman who was also a patient in this hospital. After I saw the cool doctor looking at me, I'd already made my mind. One night, I had a night switch, I slinked carefully into his room. Perfect, I thought, she had a glass of water on her table. I slipped my hand to my pocket and picked up a little container from there. I opened it and poured something to the glass. I walked quickly away, the woman opened her eyes, Oh, Mrs, I was just checking on you and smiled. The day after, my favorite doctor wasn't at work. I innocently asked another nurse whether she'd know where he was, we had some unfinished businesses... regarding a patent, I quickly added. Oh, he's at home, his wife died, this is a very sad time for him. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, I said. Yeah, it's strange, continued the nurse, they don't know the reason for her death, there was nothing seriously wrong with her, she was in no condition to die now, she was only here because of a little injural, they are still working on finding out. It could have been a murder, whispers the nurse, her eyes narrow, a smile on her face, she's the kind of woman who enjoys gossip and stuff. Wonder who murdered her? Who, me? I wouldn't do such a thing! (*Sheila blinks her eyes*) I'm plain innocent. And even if I am not, remember I am a lunatic. That's what they kept telling me there, in Los Angeles. The biggest traumas of my life are there, in LA. You'd think they would be in Genoa City, but they are not. I get post traumatic stress disorder whenever I think about LA. I am not considering on going back there though. I am starting a new life, with old habits though. I still have the same little devil inside me. Hehe-he! (*evil grin*). You there in LA, have fun playing your games, you don't remember me anymore, and...good for you, but not fair, because I have to spend all my time remembering those bad days. Anyhow, I remember, and I will never forgive. Maybe I'll go back one day. They still deserve a revenge. Stupid Stephanie is still alive.
My life was very hard before today. I did so many crazy, terrible things that I can't help but laugh an evil laugh everytime I think of it. Years ago, I lived in Genoa City. I was in love with a man called Scott. Unfortunately there was this other woman, Lauren, who also loved him. I stole Lauren's baby, but she found out. Really too bad. I tried to kill my mother and Lauren by setting a house in fire... ended up killing some kind of worker guy and had to run. I came to LA one day to start a new life. It wasn't easy but it worked out fine for a while. I got this lovely rich man, Eric Forrester interested in me. We got married, at least after the little incident in the wedding where I ran from the altar. Meanwhile, Lauren had found me and bonded with James to destroy me again. While I was with Eric, Brooke Logan was pregnant with what was supposedly the child of Eric or Ridge Forrester. Had it been Eric's, I would have never been able to keep Eric to myself. So I had to take matters in my own hands, you know how I love that. With the "help" of my dear friend Mike I messed up with the paternity tests of Brooke's child. Everything got screwed up and I ran away and kept my fingers crossed for the best. And the best came. I was able to keep Eric, but not for long. I wanted to have a child with him, but he didn't. He went and got a sterilization without letting me know. I tried my best to get pregnant, I even asked Connor Davis for help, I was desperate, with a baby I could have trapped Eric, you know how they do that in these soap operas. Connor didn't agree to it in the end, though. Eric left me. I started to torture James Warwick, to prevent him from telling people about my past. I locked him in my house, in the basement. He acted like he was in love with me to get out. I found out his true colors soon enough, though. Later, he did fall for me... he was with Maggie Forrester, but slept with me, his patient, while drunk. I got pregnant. Little Mary was born. Maggie and James tried to take her away from me. Later, Maggie just left. James started to hang out with Stephanie. Together they plotted against me to get my baby away from me and me to jail. I placed horrible threats against Stephanie. Stephanie hates me so much, she could do anything to me. I tried to poison her with mercury once. That was a lot of fun! She stayed alive though. That woman is just too strong. Not the easiest of people to kill. Like this doctor... well, no one knows if I killed him or not. I'm certainly not telling the truth though. I'll just leave you hanging with suspicions... Anyway, Stephanie and I shared a lot of good times while fighting over her life and mine, and my baby. She already thought she got me. Mary was taken away from me and I was brought to this mental hospital jail. But Stephanie forgot one thing. The fact that I'm really smart. Pretty soon, I was able to figure out a way to escape. I went to see Stephanie, in order to kill her. Unfortunately my "friend" from Death Valley, Amber, was there to save her. I took my baby and ran. They couldn't catch me. They didn't come looking for me. I'm here. I'm alive. With a new life.
Hi! I am sweet little Mary. I am Sheila's and James's baby. I have been through so many hard times since I was born. First they tried to take my mother off from me. I was so happy with my mother, and then I was suddenly given to that over caring auntie, who called me Margaret and said she was my mother. But then Daddy saved me from that bad auntie, and married my precious little mama. I love mama so much. She has promised to teach me all the bad tricks she can, when I grow up. I am going to be as good as my Mom is. She is really cool. No one can betray her. And I don't have to be afraid, she won't let anyone take me from her.
I wonder who am I going to fall in love with, when I grow up a little. I am anxious to see who is gonna be my true love. Maybe I am going to be with that Thomas, who is Taylor's child. He is about as old as I am. Maybe we would make a good couple. But maybe that Taylor is not going to accept it. She is Stephanie's friend, and my mother and Stephanie are enemies. But I do hope they let that happen. I am just feeling sorry there are no other children around my age than Thomas and I. We can't make any triangles. There should be another boy and then Thomas and that boy can fight for me. Oh, that would be so good! Two boys fighting, because of me! Interesting. That will make a good triangle. Mum has taught me triangles are good. It's great to fight. Oh, maybe a quadrangle would be better, that way we'd get to swap and if there was another girl involved, I could throw her to a pool or something. I hope Mum keeps her promise, she made a promise to me, that one day we'll go back to Los Angeles, to make them pay for everything they've done to us. That is when I have my chance too.
Hello.... My name is Warwick, James Warwick. I am former psychiatrist (I lost my license because of a stupid incident) and a father of a little child. The mother of this child is a crazy, sick woman called Sheila and I haven't seen her or my baby for a long long time. I don't really care though. It's all too much of a burden. Nowadays I live in Scotland. It's fun here. Life isn't half as complicated as it is in LA. I had a strange childhood. My mother died when giving a birth to me. I shared some bad times with my dad. Then, I lived quite a normal life, I studied and became a psychiatrist. Then, later on, I entered LA, and Forrester's life. I even went to counseling, to Taylor's office. And she helped me.... well then, Taylor and I survived a horrible time together, at the Big Bear cabin. Taylor made such wonderful job by letting me loose my virginity to her. She understood how horrible it would have been if I had died as a virgin! So she helped me out... we thought we were going to die...but we didn't. So okay Taylor was my first woman. Then there was Brooke, whom I almost married. Just at the last minute Ridge rushed in and stole my fiancée. Well I don't care so much... After that I didn't really see Brooke much, maybe we were friends, I don't know.Then, of my loved ones still... Maggie. I was married to Maggie. It was the time Sheila was pregnant, but then I went to Sheila and married her to get my baby back. Maggie and I loved each other so much but then.... after Sheila jumped down the roof, well, Sheila got me and I didn't want to go back to Maggie and later she went back to Iowa, where she was from. Sheila and I were happy... or not...... but anyway. I arranged Sheila to a jail for mentally disturbed, with the help of my current love Stephanie Forrester. She was older than me, but she was lovely. If I had been one of my patients (I mean former patients, I don't have any now) then I would have told myself that I am looking for a mother in Stephanie. That I lost my mother and never really had one so I have been so helpless. Married to a lunatic and then needed a mother to help me... Yes, Stephanie was so great and she cared for me and I was just waiting impatiently that she would start to create some rules for me like that I can't stay out late in the night and I must eat everything that is in my plate and at least taste any food mommy makes for me. And that I have to play nicely with other psychiatrists etc etc.... Well, right now I'm back where on my roots. Stephanie is married to Eric Forrester, again. I really don't know what happened. Our relationship just died as quietly as it had begun. It's weird, it doesn't normally work like this. All the other relationships I saw taking place in LA, died slowly and painfully, usually with the help of a third person. But after I left, it took a long time for Stephanie to find love again. Maybe she was still in the process of healing after our relationship ended? Nah, I know I'm being delusional now.
Updated at January 2nd 2000. Minimal changes at 4/24/2001. The story of Sheila's life after she left LA is only imaginatory (it never happened in the show). Feel free to tell me your comments and suggestions.