Trinity

I was terrified. Completely mortified on that cool summer's night. Being watched, being prepared, told I was going to die in a matter of hours unless I did as told. I was ready to run off a cliff at that point, I couldn't stand the words "Do it, it's your only choice, we love you, do or die." From my mum and daddy, with tears in their eyes that seemed to swallow their vision. "I am only a child, I can not be left with such a vast decision!" I pleaded. Mum stroked my hair and told me how horrid she felt, having to force me to make a decision that would change my life. I am Trinity Higgins, and I have a brain tumor. Before the 14 of October, I was a normal 11 year old girl, outside with my mates, dancing with a passion. "I'll do it! You are driving me crazy to the point I am going to explode! Just get out of my face and put me to sleep! Go on!" I yelled as mum's face seemed to melt into a puddle of fear and horror. I did not regret my words, and mum, I knew she honestly wasn't cross with me because of the pressure she was putting on me. Dr. Yevar, my doctor spent a fair 20 minutes explaining what was going to happen. I was too confused with emotions to enforce any desire to listen. Mum and daddy kissed my head and said a prayer under their breath, because this was also a do or die situation. Before I could realize anything else, I was in an operating room, falling into a thoughtless, dreamless, sleep, under a knife.

Mum's POV

"There is nothing we can do. You can't worry about something we have no control over. All we can try to do is pray and hope she will stride through it." My husband said in a comforting tone, rubbing my back and letting me rest my head on his shoulder. "It just isn't that simple George! She is our daughter! She has a brain tumor and this is something she will never forget, if she lives at all!" I hollered in a loud tone of voice. I then rested my head between my shaky palms. I was cross, scared, guilty, and some emotions I have honestly never experienced. I simply could not lose her. No one could lose her, we all felt she was the needle of the family, the sharpest, most adventurous, most caring out of her 5 sisters. We couldn't do anything, but I realized crying and fretting wasn't going to help anything. Many thoughts ran my mind, my heart beating as fast as a cheetah runs. "Will she live? What if she doesn't? How will life be? Who will be our relief?" I asked myself aloud. George, my husband, continued to rub my back in a comforting way.

~8 hours later~

Trinity's POV

I woke up with thoughts that hurt to think about whirling through my head, that I couldn't remember if I thought for an hour straight. I felt numb from head to toe, pain unexplainable. It was only a minute after I woke up that my spirit left my body, but I wasn't dead. I was looking down still my motionless body, that if someone touched it felt like a wave of electric bursted through my veins. Part of my spirit was still there, but part wasn't, and I knew it because I was looking down at my very own body. So pale, so fragile. My long blonde hair spilled down my face like a flowing river. It took me quite awhile to realize that I was floating upward, but give me some credit, I was carrying only half of my spirit. Short while later, I was in some other world, in a room of clouds. "Ah, Trinity Aura Higgins, we have been expecting you, dear." I heard a delicate, soft voice say. I looked around to see a powerful looking angel. "Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here?" I asked rapidly, shooting the words at them like rapid fire. "You are more powerful than you think you are Trinity. Tri, in your name means three, yes? You have three different spiritual parts, born an angel, my dear." she said, raising her staff, as I began to piece the information together, threading it together, stabbing my focus every now and then. "Okay, so my parents know about this?" I asked, with a confused look. They must have, because it was they who named me Trinity, right? "Yes, only your mummy and daddy. Your mummy is an angelic spirit, like you, your father is a Cupid." She said. I was forcibly having to pick this up quickly. The angel picked me up and carried me to a strange bed chamber, looking somewhat like my room, but with more flower trinkets and other veiled things. Everything was either in a pastel shade or completely white. Apparently the look on my face that said "where am I?", because the angel began to explain. "This is your heavenly estate, your mummy is the heavenly queen of angels, and this is your castle. It looks like your room in the mortal world, I know, but this is more complex than you know." She babbled. Queen of angels? I wasn't sure if I was just having some kind of delirious dream or not. After sitting there, spacing out for ten minutes, mummy arrived in the chamber of a room I was In.

CHAPTER 2

Mum's POV

I stare down at my daughters spirit and press my lips against her light little angelic forehead. She was asleep, and I didn't want to wake her. She was tired, and weak, and she needed the rest. "Well done, Joy." I say, my soft, heavenly voice echoing off of the nonexistent walls. She began babbling of something, when about 10 seconds later I realized that my daughter was still in a much needed sleep. "Joy.. Shh.. She needs her rest. She's going to go back to the moral world soon." I lightly whisper. I guess by soon I mean now, because her light, transparent body began to vaporize, and float downward. I said my quick goodbyes to Joy and followed her down.

~Moments Later~

I looked at Trinity, knowing this would hurt her. She would have to focus in order to return to her human body. I watched her spirit. Surprisingly, it eased right in. I guess I keep forgetting that she's like me. I returned to my human host.