Hi guys thanks for stopping by. This has been story that has been on my mind for a few days now and I really want to share it with you guys, I think you will enjoy it.
Please be patient with updates as I am a highschool student finishing her last years so I have a lot of work but I promise I will update at least once a month.
With all that out the way I hope you enjoy
"Trisha don't do that you're going to hurt yourself," I heard my mother say from behind me.
I was currently standing on a chair to try and reach one of the books in my father, Edward Elric's study.
"And what are you doing up there anyways? You know there is a reason your father and I put those books up on the top shelf, so no one can get to them," She grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down from the chair.
"I'm fine mom, relax," I sighed when she placed both my feet on the ground.
"No I won't relax, you've could've broken you know," She scolded me as if I was a little child.
"Mom you need to stop hovering over me. I think I am old enough to take care of myself by now," I told her as I walk passed her, towards the study door.
"That what your father used to say when he was your age, and look at all the trouble he got himself into," She answered back quietly.
I rolled my eyes, sighing before leaving the study and heading towards my room. I really thought I could get away with that this time. I have been trying to get that one book for weeks now. I still cannot believe how much they both hover over me. I'm almost 13, not 3.
In case you were wondering my mother and father have refused to teach me alchemy since the day both myself and my brother, Jackson, were born. They both say that Alchemy is the work of the devil but I know better. I know the amazing things alchemy can do when it is put in the right hands and that is a good enough reason for me to want to continue trying to learn it.
I've gotten away this long without them knowing, and I'm going to continue to learn it. I will help those who are less fortunate then me one day, whether my parents like it or not.
They both have no idea how hard it is to watch them both freely teach my brother everything automail related while they keep me sheltered from doing something that I really want to do and enjoy doing. They both treat me as a child and to be honest I'm just about to reach my breaking point about it.
I walked into my bedroom and pulled out my notebook, full of alchemy research that I have done over to past 3 years since I started learning how to perform the art, if you can call it that.
The first and most basic principle of alchemy, not matter what the type may be is the law of equivalent exchanged. To obtain something from alchemy you have to lose something in return.
I sighed again before closing to book and falling back on my bed. I have read that rule at least 400 times and ca recites all of the books I have read off by heart. I need to be able to take things a step further, but if I can't get into my father's study, I can't sneak out the books I need.
"I just don't see why you can't give me a chance at this dad," I mumbled to myself before hearing a load of footsteps down the hallway just outside my room.
I scrambled to hide the note book under my pillow before a knock came at the door. I took my last position staring at the ceiling.
"Trisha?" I heard dad's voice from the other side of the door.
"Yeah," I exhaled, not looked.
The door then slowly opened and my dad stepped into the bedroom and took a seat next to me. I didn't look at him, feeling my anger rise up again that he refused to teach the work of something I have chased down doing for ages.
"Your mother told me you were in the study again," He started, looking down at me.
"Yeah, I was looking for a book to read," I shrugged, not caring if he knew if I was in the alchemy section or not.
"In the out of bounds section?" He questioned, causing me to gaze at him for a second then back towards the roof again.
"Trisha you know you're not allowed up there. I put those books out of reach no one would be able to read them. They are not for people who intend to do something good with their life," He added and I sat up.
"What if they aren't though?" I answered back, hoping to change his mind.
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"What if the information in those books could help others? What if they are the key to stopping wars and helping those in need of better lives?" I rambled off questions.
"Believe me Trisha the stuff in those books is what starts wars. They were never written to help people, only to help destroy them. You don't want to know what's in those books. I read them when I was your age and they brain washed me," He explained.
"That' what you think but, maybe you were just reading them wrong," I argued back, I wasn't about to lose this fight.
"Look I'm not here to argue with you I'm here to tell you that if you go into that section again you're not going in to the study to get books anymore," My dad told me straight.
"And dinner is ready," He didn't look at me this time as he stood up and made his way out my room.
I huffed out on frustration; he was so hard headed, before getting up and walking downstairs. I just go into the study and get those books tonight then. He can't stop me, he'll be asleep.
I sat down in my seat at the table as mom brought all of us over a bowl of stew and one for herself. She sat down and we all started to eat in silence. I looked over at my older brother who wasn't saying anything but was looking over at me every now and then. I guess he knew what had happened in the study. Damn him.
My parents had always favourited my brother over me; well that's what I think. My mom in particular, she loved Jackson. I think it was because he was her little gear head. I know she cares for me and loves me but I think she doesn't pay enough attention to me in the fact that she doesn't realised I had grown up and am not a child anymore.
My father's the same. He loves the both of us but Jackson has always been the favourite. Always getting praised when he gets something right or when he gets told 'you're such an adult now Jake,' that really gets under my skin. I feel like I live in my own little world and no one knows who I am.
My friend Lizzy is so lucky. Not only is her father the Führer of our country but she is only a months older than me and she is able to use a gun already. Sure the mustang's let their daughter use a weapon, but not me. Hell, her father has said he is willing to teach her alchemy as well. On top of all of that he is a master at martial arts. So not only does she get to use a gun but she gets to learn alchemy and karate already and here I am doing it behind my mother and father's backs.
You know what I'm going to ask. If you don't ask you don't know.
"Mom, Dad," I started.
"Yes honey," My mom replied looking up at me.
"Do you think that I could maybe take up a sport like Karate or something? You know to keep me entertained?" I asked causally.
"No," My dad didn't even give me the chance to breathe.
"What? Why not?" I asked; now mad that I couldn't even take up a sport as simple as karate.
"Because, it's too dangerous. You could get hurt," mom answered on my dad's behalf.
"But Elizabeth is allowed to and she is only 4 months older than me," I argued back, scrunching my face up in anger.
"Yes well that is her parents' choice and our choice is no. You're not ready," My father jut replied as if it were nothing.
I was about to just let it go until I heard my brother let out a quiet snicker. He knew how I felt about not being able to do anything without our parents saying no.
"Got something to say do you Jackson?!" I yelled, standing up and looking down on him.
"Trisha! Don't talk to your brother like that. He didn't say anything!" Our mother scolded me.
"Of course he didn't. He's the golden child! He gets to have his fun, in the mean time I just sit around and watch everyone praise him and swoon over him!" I screamed at the pair of them.
"Trisha, don't scream in this house!" Mom told me.
"No! I'm sick of all of this. The only time that anymore ever really takes acknowledge of my presents is when I either being told off or being told 'no'," I stood up to the pair of them.
"Trisha Sarah Elric!" My father said spoke up, getting out of his seat as he did.
I shut my mouth in an instant. My father was never one to yell, especially at Jackson or myself so it caught me off guard. On top of that he used my full name which no one uses.
"You are the child in this house and we are the adults. Don't you dare ever chat back to us and tell us what can should and should not do. How we choose to raise the two of you in this house is entirely our decision and you have no right to tell us otherwise!" He told me straight.
"Fine I should've seen that coming," Was all I said before bolting out of the room and up the stairs.
I slammed my bedroom door behind me and looked over to the other side of my room where I saw a small bag rested in the corner. I licked my lips, thinking before a moment before making a decision that could be the best decision I ever make or the worse.
I quietly rushed over to the bag and tossed it onto the bed before starting to fill it with all of the things I would need to keep me going for the next few days.
I walked over to my draws. After chucking in my alchemy research notes, clothes and money as well as books that I may need along the way and I few photos of some of the friends I grew up with in Risembol such as Emma and Stacey, I ripped up the bag and hid it under my bed already for my escape tonight.
I sighed as I stood up for the floor and looked around the room. I had grown up in here and to think this would be the last night I spend in here surprisingly didn't scare me or worry me one bit. Most people would think of their house as a place on comfort and safety but, for me I thought of it as a place of horror and almost like a prison.
I smiled to myself and looked out the window at the moon that was high in the sky. I remember hearing the last train for central was around 11 at night which was perfect because my family usually went to bed around 10 giving me a whole hour to get the hell out of this trap.
"Trisha," I female voice suddenly snapped me back to reality.
I hurried into bed, tossing the covers over me, pretending I was asleep as the door slowly and quietly opened.
I heard my mother's footsteps getting closer to me. I studied my breathing, making it look as though I was sleeping, as I somehow felt her kneel down beside my face.
"You know you remind me of your father way too much sometimes. You always want to choose a path that is risky and thrilling. I don't understand it half the time but I just wish you could see it from our side sometimes," She mumbled to me as she pulled some hair away from my face.
Like hell those words were going to make me stay here. I am so out of here, if I can't learn anything about alchemy from you two I will chase my own league, even if that means running away. I have worked too hard since I was 10 to just try and drop all of this work.
I heard my parents' bedroom door close for down the hall and took that as my cue. I quietly hopped out of bed, being careful not to wake Jackson since he was right next door. I hurried under my bed and grabbed my bag before walking over to my draws and getting changed into suitable clothes for going out in.
After I was changed and look presentable I threw my bag strap over my shoulder and made my way over to my bedroom window where I opened the door and quietly climbed into the tree right outside my window.
Turning back towards my room I took one glance at everything inside before clothing the curtains and shutting the window itself, making it look as though nothing had happened.
I hoped down for the tree and started to walk up the path towards the train station, leaving behind everyone and everything I grew up with.
This was my new life now and I wasn't about the screw it up. I know alchemy could help I load of people out there and I'm going to find a way to make that happen. I have a gift and I am going to start using it for everyone other than myself.
My name was Trisha Elric and this is my story.