Post by natie on Sept 21, 2009 21:15:42 GMT -5
One year Earlier
Trina grabbed the soft white rabbit from her brother, watching as his fat little face scrunched up and he began to cry, his little chubby hands reaching out for the bunny she was dangling just out of his reach.
"Trina give your brother back his rabbit." Her father said from the drivers seat, a sigh catching his breath. He didn't even bother turning around to scald her.
Trina stuck out her full bottom lip and begrugidly handed her little brother; Jonah, back his rabbit. The little boy gripped it to his chest tightly, fat tears rolling down his red cheeks and his pale blue eyes narrowed on her with a pout.
Trina rolled her eyes and turned to look out the window, her hands clinching into tight fists.
She knew that it was wrong to hate your brother, but she just couldn't help it. Every since he had been born her parents had paid no attention to her what so ever. She missed the trips to the mall with her mom, she missed her dad catching her in great big bear hugs and twirling her around. Even though she pouted to him after that she was too old for that.
"Are you going to wear your new cloths to school tomorrow, darling?' Her mother asked absently from the passangers seat.
Trina knew she wasnt really interested, just trying to start small talk with her; as if some parental instinct told her that she had been silent to her daughter for too long and conversation was needed.
Like small talk could make them as close as they used to be. No, the only way that that could happen would have to be if Jonah had never been born.
"I suppose so." Trina muttered, her blue gaze watching the trees pass and trying to keep count as they went.
There was another long moment of silence, of her mothers gaze turning to the back seat to check on Jonah, and Trina felt hatred bloom in her heart at the smile that caught her lips, the shine that came to her eyes on looking at her son. Once she had looked at her like that, once she had turned around to check that everything was perfectly alright with her. But not anymore.
Growing more bitter Trina waited until her mother had turned back around and grabbed the stuffed rabbit that her parents had just bought for Jonah, pulling at both its arms as if she were going to split it in half.
Her brother started whailing instantly, his little hands reaching for his rabbit once again.
This time her father did turn around in his seat; more of a jerkid movement his angry green eyes took her in as he shouted at her to give her brother back his toy.
The next thing Trina remembered hearing was the sound of squeeling tires, the blare of a horn and the look on her fathers face, still watching her's.
It was as if all color drained from his face, as if even without turning he realized what had happened, and in some deep part of his soul realized that he was going to die.
The next there was the screams of her mother, the grunt of her father and the horrid whailing of her brother. Then all was silent. Suddnely cut off into nothingness.
She blacked out.
One Week Later
She remembered waking to the sound of rolling wheels, remembered the voice of a suprised nurse announcing that she was concious, remembered her blurry vision trying to take in the bright lights and figures around her.
Then the dark in the corner of the room. The figure of black that seemed to be staring at her, though it had no eyes.
She remember lifting her hand to it, thinking that if she could only touch it then it would no longer frighten her so. That if she could only discover what was within it's blackness it would be made new to her as something shiny and friendly.
She blacked out again.
When next she woke there was no black shadow hiding in the corner of her room, and the doctors told her that she had been in a coma for a week. They also told her that her parents and brother hadn't made it; and that her back was broken.
They said they didn't expect her to walk again.
That night Trina cried; unable to turn and bury her face into the pillow she was forced to stare up at the ceiling, tears rolling steadily down her cheeks and into her ears. She fell asleep with a stuffy nose and blurry vision.
Her aunt came to the hospital daily, her blurry brown eyes filled with tears and her quivering bottom lip driving Trina insane. She told Trina that she had an apartment in the city that she could stay at, that once the doctors let her leave they would live happily together. Trina had no choice but to accept. She had no one else.
Seven months later
They said it was a miracle. A full recovery that they hadn't expected. The doctors thought that God had some grand plan for her in life; but Trina thought that it was only because of her bitter will that she was able to walk once again.
She also found out that her parent's had left her everything. They're estate in the Hills, the money, the land. Everything. She was richer than she thought she would ever be in her entire life.
That summer she moved out of her aunts apartment, even though the woman was so determined to keep her there.
She had missed quite a bit of school because of the accident, and after having moved into her aunts house took classes online and had already recieved her diploma. So that was one thing she didn't have to worry about.
With a little of her parents money she bought a car; nothing grand, just something that would get her around to the grocery store whenever she was running out of food.
As the months moved on and she lived all alone in that big quiet mansion, Trina began to notice things. Things that she had never noticed before.
At first they appeared as nothing more than shadowy shapes out of the corner of her eyes. Then came the noises, the voices and the sounds of people walking throughout the house when all was quiet. Then they began to take more form; to have legs and arms, and then even hair and skin tone.
One day she thought that someone had broken into her home he appeared so real and human like. Then she noticed the strange way he was looking around him; as if he had no idea where he was, and then the way when he entered the light it seemed to make his body see through and shine through him.
That was when Trina first realized what it was she was seeing. And a couple of weeks after that he noticed her too. Upon waking one night he was seen standing over her bed, his eyes which had before been a clear blue were now black, and his face was twisted with anger and such a sense of hopelessness that it tore through her. Then there was the pain, the pressure upon her chest as if someone was squeezing the very life from her.
After that Trina did her best to not let them know that she could see them. For every time they found it it was like they grew to such a state of hatred that they desired nothing more than her pain.
After a few exorcisims and banishings, the man was gone. But Trina was never really the same.
Present Day
Trina rolled over with a moan, grabbing her pillow and holding it over her face to try and muffle out the sound of the little girl singing outside her window.
Two am in the damn morning and the retarded ghost had decided to take a swing on the swing set out back and scream her lungs out to the tune of 'Oops I did it again'. It was almost more than Trina could bear.
Grabbing the remote on her bed she turned up the music as loud as it could get; the screaming tone of Hatebreed making her ears want to bleed.
Trina grabbed the soft white rabbit from her brother, watching as his fat little face scrunched up and he began to cry, his little chubby hands reaching out for the bunny she was dangling just out of his reach.
"Trina give your brother back his rabbit." Her father said from the drivers seat, a sigh catching his breath. He didn't even bother turning around to scald her.
Trina stuck out her full bottom lip and begrugidly handed her little brother; Jonah, back his rabbit. The little boy gripped it to his chest tightly, fat tears rolling down his red cheeks and his pale blue eyes narrowed on her with a pout.
Trina rolled her eyes and turned to look out the window, her hands clinching into tight fists.
She knew that it was wrong to hate your brother, but she just couldn't help it. Every since he had been born her parents had paid no attention to her what so ever. She missed the trips to the mall with her mom, she missed her dad catching her in great big bear hugs and twirling her around. Even though she pouted to him after that she was too old for that.
"Are you going to wear your new cloths to school tomorrow, darling?' Her mother asked absently from the passangers seat.
Trina knew she wasnt really interested, just trying to start small talk with her; as if some parental instinct told her that she had been silent to her daughter for too long and conversation was needed.
Like small talk could make them as close as they used to be. No, the only way that that could happen would have to be if Jonah had never been born.
"I suppose so." Trina muttered, her blue gaze watching the trees pass and trying to keep count as they went.
There was another long moment of silence, of her mothers gaze turning to the back seat to check on Jonah, and Trina felt hatred bloom in her heart at the smile that caught her lips, the shine that came to her eyes on looking at her son. Once she had looked at her like that, once she had turned around to check that everything was perfectly alright with her. But not anymore.
Growing more bitter Trina waited until her mother had turned back around and grabbed the stuffed rabbit that her parents had just bought for Jonah, pulling at both its arms as if she were going to split it in half.
Her brother started whailing instantly, his little hands reaching for his rabbit once again.
This time her father did turn around in his seat; more of a jerkid movement his angry green eyes took her in as he shouted at her to give her brother back his toy.
The next thing Trina remembered hearing was the sound of squeeling tires, the blare of a horn and the look on her fathers face, still watching her's.
It was as if all color drained from his face, as if even without turning he realized what had happened, and in some deep part of his soul realized that he was going to die.
The next there was the screams of her mother, the grunt of her father and the horrid whailing of her brother. Then all was silent. Suddnely cut off into nothingness.
She blacked out.
One Week Later
She remembered waking to the sound of rolling wheels, remembered the voice of a suprised nurse announcing that she was concious, remembered her blurry vision trying to take in the bright lights and figures around her.
Then the dark in the corner of the room. The figure of black that seemed to be staring at her, though it had no eyes.
She remember lifting her hand to it, thinking that if she could only touch it then it would no longer frighten her so. That if she could only discover what was within it's blackness it would be made new to her as something shiny and friendly.
She blacked out again.
When next she woke there was no black shadow hiding in the corner of her room, and the doctors told her that she had been in a coma for a week. They also told her that her parents and brother hadn't made it; and that her back was broken.
They said they didn't expect her to walk again.
That night Trina cried; unable to turn and bury her face into the pillow she was forced to stare up at the ceiling, tears rolling steadily down her cheeks and into her ears. She fell asleep with a stuffy nose and blurry vision.
Her aunt came to the hospital daily, her blurry brown eyes filled with tears and her quivering bottom lip driving Trina insane. She told Trina that she had an apartment in the city that she could stay at, that once the doctors let her leave they would live happily together. Trina had no choice but to accept. She had no one else.
Seven months later
They said it was a miracle. A full recovery that they hadn't expected. The doctors thought that God had some grand plan for her in life; but Trina thought that it was only because of her bitter will that she was able to walk once again.
She also found out that her parent's had left her everything. They're estate in the Hills, the money, the land. Everything. She was richer than she thought she would ever be in her entire life.
That summer she moved out of her aunts apartment, even though the woman was so determined to keep her there.
She had missed quite a bit of school because of the accident, and after having moved into her aunts house took classes online and had already recieved her diploma. So that was one thing she didn't have to worry about.
With a little of her parents money she bought a car; nothing grand, just something that would get her around to the grocery store whenever she was running out of food.
As the months moved on and she lived all alone in that big quiet mansion, Trina began to notice things. Things that she had never noticed before.
At first they appeared as nothing more than shadowy shapes out of the corner of her eyes. Then came the noises, the voices and the sounds of people walking throughout the house when all was quiet. Then they began to take more form; to have legs and arms, and then even hair and skin tone.
One day she thought that someone had broken into her home he appeared so real and human like. Then she noticed the strange way he was looking around him; as if he had no idea where he was, and then the way when he entered the light it seemed to make his body see through and shine through him.
That was when Trina first realized what it was she was seeing. And a couple of weeks after that he noticed her too. Upon waking one night he was seen standing over her bed, his eyes which had before been a clear blue were now black, and his face was twisted with anger and such a sense of hopelessness that it tore through her. Then there was the pain, the pressure upon her chest as if someone was squeezing the very life from her.
After that Trina did her best to not let them know that she could see them. For every time they found it it was like they grew to such a state of hatred that they desired nothing more than her pain.
After a few exorcisims and banishings, the man was gone. But Trina was never really the same.
Present Day
Trina rolled over with a moan, grabbing her pillow and holding it over her face to try and muffle out the sound of the little girl singing outside her window.
Two am in the damn morning and the retarded ghost had decided to take a swing on the swing set out back and scream her lungs out to the tune of 'Oops I did it again'. It was almost more than Trina could bear.
Grabbing the remote on her bed she turned up the music as loud as it could get; the screaming tone of Hatebreed making her ears want to bleed.