"…Please… someone…anyone… come save me… please…"

"No one would bother to save an empty, useless child like you. You are a waste of space, someone here to make ends meet, nothing more."

"No… please… I don't want to hurt anymore… I'm begging you… don't hurt me anymore…"

"Heh, pitiful. As I thought, you are nothing. Here you are, begging me for my mercy, which you do not deserve."

"N-no… not again…! Please, stop it, stop it! My body hurts so much… no more! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

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"Whoa!"

She bolted up out of her sound sleep, a cold sweat running down her face. Her entire body shook, and strands of her short red hair were hanging in front of her hazel eyes. Her face held no less than a look of pure terror.

"I-it was just a-another dream…" Trinity said, trying to stop the shaking of her small hands. She moved up out of her bed, stumbling a bit as she stood. She slid on a pair of black framed glassed and opened the door to her room, slipping out silently. She knew where she was going, even through the seemingly endless darkness that swallowed her. Her small hands reached out in front of her, finding a metal doorknob in her grip as she slowly turned it.

Trinity stepped out into the cold winter air, wearing nothing but a nightshirt, and ran as quickly as she could through the snow at her bare feet. She was cold, but she could bear it for now. She had to find him. He was the only one who could comfort her when she had those dreams that were more than just dreams. She found a small white house with a wooden door in the front, but she went around to the back of the house. She looked up to a window on the second story of the house. She picked up a rock and threw it as hard as her 8-year-old body would allow. A few moments later, the window opened, revealing a boy with short blonde hair and bright green eyes, rubbing his eyes tiredly. His eyes widened as he noticed the little girl standing in the snow in her nightshirt and bare feet, her face still terror stricken. He quickly ran away from the window, and appeared beside her in a matter of 2 minutes.

"Trinity, what are you doing out this late?!" he said, looking at the little girl with concern etched in his face.

"I'm sorry…" she said quietly, gazing sadly into his green eyes.

"Trinity, what happened?" he paused for a second, then suddenly, his concerned look was replaced by a stern one, although his eyes still had a soft touch in them. "Trinity, did you have another dream…?"

Trinity slowly nodded, her eyes filling with tears. The boy grabbed the crying girl and carried her into the house, away from the cold.

"Trinity, what is causing you these terrifying dreams?" he said, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"I don't know," she said quietly, but she knew that was a lie. She knew what had caused the dreams, but she was too afraid to tell him. Otherwise, she would be forced in that dark room again… to be hit again, and her small body still ached from before. She didn't want to anger them… and it wasn't their fault… she deserved it, or so she thought. This was her punishment, and she was told not to tell. She knew they loved her, even if they hurt her sometimes. It was her fault. She was weak, useless, and she thought she shouldn't be so selfish as to complain of feel sorry for herself, or even to want to have some like him who cared for her. She always thought she was so selfish…

The boy picked up the girl's frail form and walked up a flight of stairs, her feet dangling over his arms. To her, he was so strong, and he was 3 years older, so he was like a big brother who protected her. She slid her arms around his neck, burring her face in his chest. As soon as the boy reached his room, he set Trinity on a bed, then climbed in beside her, hugging her to him.

"Good night, Trinity."

"Good night, Demyx." And with that, she fell into a peaceful sleep.