What I didn't want to hear, Prolouge.

A/N: This is my first Fanfiction, so please don't expect much from me. I'm not too good at writing. Oh, and I don't own Fanfiction.

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I've always played this character. The stuck up, selfish, arrogant, untalented girl, who didn't have a care in the world for anyone expect herself. I know it makes no sense, heck; it makes no sense to me sometimes. Why I lived like this for so many years? Why I went along with this lie, when I was begging to be myself.

When I was younger, I saw mom and dad fighting. It wasn't like the typical parents argument, it was bitter and sour. The after effects were the worst. They didn't know how to treat me, I had seen it, heard it all. I heard everything they had screamed at each other, I knew what they felt.

I was the only reason they stayed together. They hated each other…No they loathed each other, with a strong passion. Every day living together was difficult, and when Tori came around…I don't even know how she came around, considering they never slept in the same bed anymore.

But a week after the argument, I decided I didn't want to be Trina-Louise Vega, the happy, care free girl, who forgave everyone and cared about people's feelings. I didn't want to be her anymore. I wanted to become someone who irritated the hell out of my parents. Someone who knew what she wanted in life, and who wouldn't stop until she achieved it.

I wanted to change my whole life, in spite of my parents. It was a new project, something to pass the time. It's not like they cared anyway. They didn't care what I did, so long as I stayed out of their way.

So Trina Vega was born. I cleared out my wardrobe, and spent all of my savings on shopping for designer jeans and handbags. Trina Vega was a popular, pretty girl. She didn't care about anything except from herself. Trina Vega was a mixture between an untalented, uncaring freak, and a popular, self-absorbed girl.

I was surprised that Hollywood Arts accepted Trina in. Her audition was completely crazy, almost unbelievable as it were. Trina Vega couldn't sing to save her life, but then again, neither could I.

Trina sang 'I Kissed A Girl', and did crazy, stupid dance moves. She wasn't nervous at all for her audition, but I was. I was shaking inside; I thought my stomach was going to cave in from the nerves.

But now I regret it. I regret even making Trina into a real person. Who was I kidding? Nothing's changed. Mom and dad put on this act, as if they love each other…And I'm just this typical teenager, who no one likes. Well Trina is, but Trina's me. It makes no sense some days. How Trina is me, yet I am nothing like her.

I can feel Trina's pain, I know how she feels. She feels sad at the moment, because she didn't get the lead in the musical. Sometimes I wish I could tear down my bedroom walls, that are full of Trina's life, and instead, become the real me again. Sometimes I want to throw Trina's trophies in the bin, or stop praising myself over and over again. Trina's voice is like a knife, scraping against me, and grating at my last nerve.

Hello, I am Trina-Louise Vega. Yet Trina-Louise hasn't been seen for some time, she's been replaced with a girl who is so enwrapped in her own life that she doesn't realize that her families falling apart. Only in my mind can I be myself, and I thought I could live with that. That when I leave High School, I could become myself finally, away from my parents, from the life I've spent so long building up.

But now, that seems so long away, and being myself only in my thoughts doesn't seem to be enough.