Trinity woke up from her deep slumber. Tired, as usual. She was always tired. She never did sleep quite well. Her mind was an active one, that’s for sure. Her recurring dreams and nightmares wouldn’t allow to her to sleep. She never did fall asleep in school. She forced her eyes open as her teachers droned on and continued on throughout her day. She would come home and work on any homework she had. Even though she had honors classes, she didn’t really have any homework. The rest of her time was spent drawing. She didn’t have a phone. She didn’t want one anyways. Trinity didn’t have very many friends. She didn’t want to get close to anyone. She learned her mistake a couple of years ago with a girl named, Jenessa. Needless to say, she didn’t like very many people. They were all the same. Girls bleaching their hair, wearing short shorts, and shirts that caused their boobs to fall out of their shirts even though they were wearing a bra. Boys were the same as well. Perfectly groomed hair, usually pushed to the side, to give that “churchboy” look when we all knew they were just looking for another easy high school girl to fuck. It was pretty obvious.
Trinity got dressed. She wore her black skinny jeans with her chunky black combat boots, and a Birthday Massacre shirt. She decided to wear her long, black hair down. Her hair reached the middle of her ribcage. Her hair shined in the sunlight that peeked through her window of her upstairs bedroom. Her room was darker because she kept it that way. She didn’t want anyone from the outside to see her private domain. It was her own little private space where she could disconnect from the world until her mom, Marie, told her it was time for dinner.
Trinity never really wore make-up all that much. When she did, the make up would make her eyes stick out. Not like a bug, but like they would pop. The color became a noticeable, magnificent shade of blue. Today was going to be a day she would wear make-up. She couldn’t remember the last time she did wear make-up. It had been that long. The last time she could really remember wearing any was back when she was friends with Jenessa. That was over two years ago.
Trinity pulled out the brand new makeup out of her drawer. Her grandmother bought her a lot of make-up a few months ago for Christmas. Trinity never got around to opening it. It’s not like she had any special occasion to wear it anyways and it’s like nobody would notice.
Trinity and her grandmother were close to each other. She didn’t really like getting close to people, but her grandmother was a different story. Trinity used to live with her grandma while her mother was in rehab for a Cocaine addiction after her father died when she was five from a car accident. Trinity lived with her grandmother, Alice from the time when she was 6 to the time she was 14. Her mom wasn’t a stable parent ever since her father died. She has been a complete mess. Her mother began to drink and bring men around the place. Trinity didn’t know these men, but she would always see them in the morning when she would leave for kindergarten. Over the course of 9 months, she viewed a change in her mother. She remembers the morning when she walked into the kitchen to grab breakfast on a Saturday morning and her mom was on the kitchen floor, passed out. A bottle of Vodka was on the ground next to her hand. Blood was dried on her mother’s upper lip from her nose. Trinity called her grandmother who was on speed dial and the ambulance came and took her mother away. Trinity was confused. She didn’t understand why these doctors were taking away her mother. She had never cried so hard in her life. It was just a small nosebleed. Alice and her then husband, Drake, helped back Trinity’s room that day.
All of her items were then packed into the back of her grandmother’s ugly brown station wagon and to grandma’s house they went. Alice claimed the room upstairs, across from her grandparents’ room. She continued to go to school and lived a normal life. It wasn’t until later in life when her grandmother explained to her that for that past year, her mom had been sleeping around, drinking, and fighting a cocaine addiction. Marie was lucky that Trinity entered the kitchen and called Alice, or Marie would have probably been dead within an hour due to Cocaine overdose.
Trinity proceeded to put make-up on. She prayed silently in her head that she could remember how to do it. She smeared on pale ivory foundation on her skin. It didn’t make much of a difference. Her complexion was very white and pale. She liked it though. She hated tans. They were ugly. She continued to put black, purple, and white eyeshadow on to give her eyes the smoky eye look and then put on mascara.
Trinity felt ridiculous. She went to the bathroom to wipe off the make-up from her face. She grabbed a towel and got it wet. Before she could even put the towel to her face, she looked at the clock. The hands were bent and everything looked distorted. She blinked and everything looked normal. She continued to look at the clock, to see if it would do anything besides move naturally. She then realized the time. It was 7:00. School started at 7:30. She had to leave. She didn’t have any time to wipe off the make-up from her face. She ran to her room, grabbed her jacket and backpack and ran down the stairs. Her mom was asleep on the couch with the t.v. remote by her hand.
Much better than a vodka bottle, Trinity thought. She kissed her mom’s forehead and left the house.
Trinity loved her mom, even though she didn’t get to raise her for much of her life. Now she’s almost 17 and has been living with her mom for two years. Life hasn’t been that shabby since, not that it was in the first place. Living with Grandma Alice wasn’t bad either. She gained a close relationship with her grandma. Their relationship grew even closer with her grandmother after Grandpa Drake passed away. Grandma was highly depressed about it. She did get married to him when she was 19 after all. She lost her best friend. After being together for over 50 years and then passing away for no apparent reason…it really hit her. It still affects her to this day, just not as bad. She just accepts the fact that it was his time to go. Grandma and I never had to worry about money. Grandpa had a super good job and so did grandma. When grandpa died, he left behind a huge sum of money so grandma wouldn’t be left with nothing and also just in case I still lived there, which I did during that time period.
