Trinity

Chapter 1

That haunting feeling no one wants to feel but everyone causes it, that trapped feeling, that heavy breathing, that I'm not strong enough to go through this again feeling. She had been trapped all her life, every door was locked shut, every window was boarded up. There was no one door closing, there was no window opening. She was in a hole, far to deep to climb out of, and far too hard to dig out of. She sat in that hole while every person she had ever known threw more and more crap down there, none of them realizing that there was a 13 year old girl crying in the bottom, shaking with the trauma that was her life, but then again there was no hole, she was free, everything she ever wanted was her's. She had a caring family who only wanted the best for their daughter, she had people who would listen to her when she broke down. Her life was a twist and turn of reality and imagination, she never really knew if she was awake or asleep. She had decided long ago that it didn't matter either way and that morning she had given up.

3:00 am the red lights glew illuminating a 2 inch radius in front of it. She opened her eyes and looked at it for what felt like the hundredth time, she only had two hours left before he came home. Two hours to sleep, two hours out of the normal nine and yet she wasn't tired, a normal side effect of her medication. The house was quiet, besides the loud snoring coming from the hall outside her door, but that was a normal sound, that and the screams from the basement. Suddenly there was a familiar purr from a car down in the street below, excitingly she ran over to the window and looked out. There stood a boy, who looked to be around 21, leaning against his beautiful [car]. He waved two fingers up at her and started towards the house. The creaking of the gate stopped the snoring out in the hall, praying it would come back she looked over at the door. The creature had gotten up and walked away, leaving the house quiet again, but the sound of thumps on the window brought the sound back. She turned and looked at the man who now was standing outside of her window, 3 stories up. She quickly opened the window and smiled at him.

"Morning." His voice was sweet like sugar, but held an anger and growl deep within. He climbed in and got to work, digging through her closet and throwing things to her.

"Are you packing?" she looked at the stuff he had tossed then back at him. "Where are we going?" He didn't replied, just closed up her closet and started pushing the clothing into a bag that had once been used for school.

"Alright, let's go." he climbed back through the window, sitting on the ledge waiting for her. As she climbed out he began climbing down the side of the house, waiting for her every few steps, making sure she wasn't going to fall, and if she did he would be right there to catch her.

They had been driving for hours nothing but endless road, the same four mixtapes playing repeatedly, and the smell of cigarettes drifting around in the car. She was fast asleep, leaning against the door, using her bag as a pillow. He glanced at her every once in a while to make sure she was okay, his phone was blowing up on the dashboard, the familiar dark picture appearing on the screen with every buzz. Her "master" was looking for her, knowing that Johnny was most likely the one who took her. He ignored the phone and looked back at her, she was safe with him, was happy for once. He sighed and looked back at the road ahead.

Back home the man was in a ferry, searching for the girl. He had gotten home to find the young girl gone, her window open, and her stuff thrown around the room. He had first called Quinn Davis and Charlie in, knowing that Rini and Charlie were close, and maybe he knew where she was. He sat across from the boy, only a table between them.

"Where did she go?" He asked, hands folded on the table in front of him, looking proper.

"Somewhere she will be happy probably."

"She's happy here." His eyes flashed a dark purple. That seemed to snap something in Charlie, he got up and looked at the man.

"happy? Are you seriously that blind?!" He was practically on the table, leaning down so he could be taller than the man. "Have you even seen her lately? She looks horrible, those drugs you have her on are making her numb. She doesn't know when she's hungry or tired, the only reason she is actually living right now is because I'm keeping her on a time schedule, open your color blind eyes and study her. Ask her why she started hiding her stomach and thighs from the sun, ask her why she flinches every time you talk or get near her. Ask her." His hair swayed, blocking his vision, he combed it back with his fingers and looked the man dead in the eyes. "She's not happy."

The Day had begun to turn to night, stars were coming out and the headlights all began to turn on. She was sitting criss cross on the bench seat, watching the world pass by as he drove through the deserts. Everything was peaceful and calm, even the music was quieter than normal. She smiled and looked at Johnny, she was happy for the first time in weeks, everything was good. As they drove along Johnny glanced at her and smiled.

"What's up babe?"

"Thank you, for everything"

Suddenly there was a jolt, a loud noise and glass shattered. From the outside of the car you would see two cars, roughly the same size, both front halves were crushed into each other. The driver of the other car was hanging out of the windshield, glass was all around them. Johnny looked at Rini through the smoke and glass, she was leaning downwards, caught by Johnny's arm at the moment of impact, her eyes were closed and her chest wasn't rising. Suddenly all the noise came back to him and he realized what had happened. The phone was buzzing below him, on the floor boards, still waiting to be answered. People were screaming as sirens were heard in the distance he knew it was bad, he could feel it. After what had felt like years he was cut out of the car, they had to pull him off of Rini as they pulled him through. He yelled and yelled, watching them pull the limp body of his once lively happy girl, now bloody and dark. As he was being checked by baffled EMTs as he was the only one who wasn't hurt at all, and he kept his eyes on her. Her chest slowly began to rise as they worked on her, a strange purple color seemed to appear on the tips of her fingers. He sighed, knowing what was going on, as someone handed him his phone. It was still ringing, waiting, almost knowing. He pushed the decline button and watched them put her in the ambulance, he got up and walked over to the door, getting in before they closed them. He grabbed her hand and watched her breathe, she was alive, he was the reason she was alive.

She should be dead. The doctors all said, She should be dead. Those words echoed through her crumbling conscious, slowly twisting and turning until they no longer meant anything. The continuous hum of the lights above her, the slow steady beeps of the machines she was hooked up to, and the quiet footsteps of nurses doing their nightly rounds was slowly making her go mad. It was 11:00 pm and she was hopped up on antibiotics, unable to sleep do to a constant anxiety, the only thing she could do was stare at the ceiling. She should be dead. Her head was pounding and her heartbeat was slowly rising, her arms stung and her stomach itched. She felt as though she could hear and feel everything around her. She should be dead. It was a strange thought, the feeling of heavy metal crashing into her, the sound of bones breaking, the feeling of darkness washing over her, She had heard the sound of breaking bones for years, slowly becoming immune to the sound, but when it's your own, you can't block it out, she could still hear it. She should be dead, but he was keeping her alive. She had broken four ribs and her right leg, was bruised all round her body, had stitches in her forehead from the glass, and had a concussion. With everything that had happened in the last 24 hours she had no reason to be alive. The pills alone should have kicked the bucket, but they only made her sleepy, the crash should have given her such a jolt that she would have snapped her neck if it wasn't for Johnny's arm. She was done, but he wasn't done with her. Visiting hours were over, and she was once again alone, tired, and done, but she had to stay awake, She had nothing to do, but lay there and wait.