Trinity-
Trinity felt herself being lifted up but she was to tired to care. She soon felt herself being laid on a warm bed and then covers pulled over her. She sighed as she driffted off into a deeper sleep.
*Her dream*
Trinity slowly walked out of her room. She was in the last foster home before the brainwashing. She saw her foster parents in the kitchen talking, well arguing again. She quietly tried to sneak out the back door but a rough hand grabbed the back of her shirt yanking her back inside. It was the stupid brother of her foster 'dad'.
'Let me go' She hissed spinning around and trying to kick him. He threw her against the wall though knocking the breath out of her.
'Don't tell me what to do, missy. Your a good for nothing,' he started kickign her in the side, 'little brat. No wonder no one wants you.' His harsh words and beating continued. She was used to it though. SHe just curled up and took the worst of the beating. When it was over she ran to her room and hid. They had never been able to find her hiding spot, she had become a good hider, she was forced to be. She stayed in hiding for a day before coming out to get something to eat. When she walked through the living room everyone was around the tv just sitting there. She watched it for a while then went to get the food. When she was done they were still there. She rollled her eyes, they were always lazy. She walked outside and saw several black cars driving everywhere. ONe pulled to a screeching hault in front of her and two men jumped out.
'We found another one.' One of them called over a radio. She turned and ran as fast as she could in the other direction as they followed.
Trinity sat up covered in a cold sweat. She was breathing hard and her fists were clenched, she hated the nightmares that had folowed her for so long.
**Oi, gotta go**
