It was dark now, she noticed that the sun no longer shone through the balcony doors. Rays of sweet twilight had taken its place. She had been here for too long. She missed a whole day of school...ever since that day she'd woken up alone, she had never missed a day of school.
That was actually how she found out her name. It was also how she she survived for so long after that day. How she came to mee him, and how he had saved her from being alone for so long. The school had called her home, she answered hesitantly, not really sure what else to do.
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Flashback starts
Just upon answering with an awkward "Hello?", almost immediately, what she assumed was a teachers voice, boomed over the phone, demanding to know why she felt the need to stay home from school without a call.
"This isn't like you Trina," He breathed, his voice was hard and impatient. His tone was thick with disappointment and unease. He spoke as if he was trying his hardest to conceal any rage he might be harboring towards her. "That guy you're with...he's not good for you. I know you, you would never go for... He's nothing like-" He paused for a moment, his words unsure and his tone had changed in the slightest to something more... Melancholy.
" Its just, it doesn't make any sense." He finished. Hearing his words had made her even more confused, but she found hope in them. In complete thoughtless disbelief she asked: "Do you really know me?" She had not thought of how the words may have come out or how the man may have taken them. But obviously he did not take them well.
"I know you better than he does." He bit at her angrily. Trina must have upset him because he didn't seem to care about letting his anger out on her anymore. "And dammit!... I don't care if you think it's none of my business who you're with! Because it is! Maybe I shouldn't have said any of that yesterday, but don't you dare avoid me Trina! Do you know how long I searched for you today, I even crossed-" after a short silence he seemed to rethink what he intended to say.
Trina was relieved that he had not continued, she didn't know if she could handle much more of how harshly he spoke. She was already confused, she was alone, and she was afraid. She didn't want to be scolded by this man. After hearing a deep sigh on the other end of the phone Trina felt a bit safer. Assuming that he had only needed a moment to compose himself .
Once again he spoke, only now she could almost catch a chill from his cold and distant voice "I know you still don't want to hear about your parents, but they were right about him. You know they were. You should listen to what adults tell you Trina. They know more than you, no matter how clever you think you are." She noted how his voice had gone from stone heavy, to light as a breeze and completely careless.
"I expect to see you back in school tomorrow. You live right down the street, so don't make me come get you. If I do" he paused a moment making her breath catch at his words, she could since the danger in his tone. "...you won't like it." He finished. She'd noticed he had a voice that could sooth a crying baby, but it was contradicted with how harshly he spoke, not to mention whoever he was, he had hung up without even letting her reply.
That next day Trina got up early, searched the house, but found it empty still. No one had been there. She grabbed a backpack that had been hung in the room she assumed was hers and headed up the street.
She didn't have a plan, but this was her only clue as to who she was. When she arrived, she found out just that. She was Trina, a human target. Trina the walking kick me sign. Trina: dart board in motion. It seemed that no one there was a big fan of hers. Whoever she was, she had to be terrible.
Within ten minutes of being in the school building, she had received her class schedule and locker location. Within fifteen minutes she had been shoved to the ground twice, had her books knocked out of her hands more than she was willing to count, and even had her head slammed into a locker door. Trina remained as silent as her tears through the torment, she had no clue as to why these people were hurting her. None of their faces rang any bells. If she didn't even know who she was, she didn't feel justified defending herself. Especially when she had no recollection of past harm she may have done them.
