• "Trinity, have you remembered anything?"
    It was those words that lingered, like a insufferable blanket of fog, in her mind. The feeling of sheer helplessness Trinity sustained when it hit her day after day that, no matter what therapy was performed, the memories weren't returning. Knowing that the "old Trinity" would never resurface after their abrupt dormancy was enough to send her own mother in a state of insanity.
    365 days of adolescent childhood that were fuelled by the piteous glances from her fellow classmates made it all the more deplorable. It wasn't her fault, they all insisted with their frigid smiles. Trinity had indulged in these lies to the point that they lost most falsity.
    The therapist looked on with her gray eyes that flickered from Trinity's face to her mothers. A practiced tone of understanding sang like a drowning mockingbird beneath the current of her well-versed assurances and queries. The Therapist always wore suits that advertised her wealth and jewelry that sported authenticity. Odviously the longer Trinity sat on that cool leather couch, the more fancy suits and pretty jewelry this woman could acquire. Might as well make one person happy.
    "Trinity?" The haggard voice of her mother jerked her from her depressive reverie. "Are you alright, dear?"
    She nodded brusquely too her mothers perplexed features. Trinity grinned lightly and watched as her mother leaned warily back into her own seat. A soft sigh emanating from her thin lips.
    The therapist watched again with her keen, metallic, eyes. "Is there a place that you enjoyed during childhood? A place that might help too stimulate the recovery process?"
    Trinity wanted to scowl at the impertenant woman. It was like seeing a sign that said, "Phone dead? Call this number for assistance." The hypocracy was overwhelming to the point that her overly-ostensible emotions roared in her mind.
    "There is a place." Trinity perked animatedly in vehement hopes of snagging another piece of the puzzle that had vanished only a year before. "She had an... uncle... who is the Principle of a school. She spent much of her childhood summers there."
    Her heart soared, the adrenaline of new hope pulsating eagerly through her veins.
    "But."
    Disappointment fell, hard and unfair to clot her veins and halt her momentary exuberance.
    "I don't think it would be a very good idea. He's very... well, different. He has three sons but surely they've all left by now. I don't think it's a good idea."
    "Well, as your therapist I would recommend it." The woman grinned warmly at Trinity, for the first time in a year she felt an unblemished bond between the Therapist and her.
    "Yes, but..." Her mother scrambled unhappily with an affable excuse. And gripped in vein at thin air.
    "Well then. On behalf of your daughters mental health, I suggest a temporary visit to your uncles home. But, of course, this is purely your decision, Mrs. Harper." The Therapist tilted her head in compliance at Trinity's mother.
    A heightening degree of reluctance colored Trinity's mothers sharp facial features. "Alright, I'll see if I can arrange it with Marcus."
    The therapist shot another winning smile at my mother, "perfect!"

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    Since it's not quite large enough to be another chapter, I'm going to add this little random part on like this.

    Added on June 16th, 2009:
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    It was after being told roundly of her uncles less-than-sane behaviour that Trinity felt the familiar pang of reluctance at entering a new world. Whatever enjoyable times she had frozen memories of were not thawing. So she contented herself with waiting patiently for the date of departure to arrive.
    Trinity sat comfortably on her mattress, its coverings stripped and now in the wash, and looked at the room. Her room. It was blatant to see what few memories she must have had, considering the lack of pictures and other remnants of her past. The cream coloured walls poured down too meet her deteriorating hardwood floor. The only solace for ones feet was a small mat laid out in the center of the room. It didn't all harmonize like most peoples rooms seemed too. It was hollow, without an owner. As if because she wasn't her old self, the room rebuked her attempts at reclaiming it.
    The therapist had made uniform calls the night before to confirm her little vacation and too slam into her head the importance of communication. She was too speak to her uncle everynight before bed too discuss the topic of her memories sudden absence. Although Trinity found little hope in that department, she just wanted to be away. Away from her mothers smiles that never showed through her cold eyes. Away from her therapist and her friends who always placed their distant hand on her shoulder and assured her. Nothing was her fault.
    From what she had heard, Trinity had been a bright and optimistic individual. The kind of person who wouldn't curl up into an angst-saturated ball of defeat and let everybody else fight her battles. But her, the present Trinity, couldn't help it. She wanted to be as strong as everybody always said she was in the past, but it was hard. So she gave in and let the pity cradle her softly in its evanescent arms.
    "Trinity? Are you ready to go?" Her mothers soft voice called up from the stairs. She stood and headed towards the hallway. Her mom stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her anxiously. It was plain to see who Trinity took after, her mother wore the same shade of black hair and soft, blue eyes. It was a uncommon match and one that was scorned throughout their entire neighbourhood. It was usually people with blue eyes that dyed their hair black who were the object of dislike. It symbolized disorder and rebellion too the elders of the town.
    When her mother saw that Trinity was coming, she turned and started towards their car that waited outside. The door slammed loudly but was drown out by the cries of children playing on a slip-n-slide nearby.
    "Sweetie?" Her mother turned back towards Trinity. "Are you sure you want to go? I'm sure your uncle would understa-"
    "Mom. I want to go." Trinity persisted adamently.
    Her moms mouth set into a grim line, but gave in.