It's funny how you never pay attention to time when you're having fun. Many wouldn't consider what I've been doing fun, but I don't care. My days usually consisted of waking up, cooking for Edward and I, watching him create masterpieces out of bushes, and just sitting outside talking with him, sometimes taking me on tours of the mansion because I kept forgetting where some rooms are, but he didn't seem to mind. I didn't mind it though. Edward makes me feel something I haven't been able to feel in a long time. Happiness. Actual happiness. I'm able to smile and laugh without feeling guilty or pain inside. It's like a breath of fresh air.

But today, when I tried to count the days, I came to the conclusion that I'd been here for about half of the summer so far. And now, it was probably twelve in the morning, at least that's what my phone said. I sunk into the sheets as I closed my eyes listening to the soft rhythms of the crickets outside.

Soon afterwards, I was standing in the middle of a small bedroom. The walls were pink with a king-sized bed with matching sheets and a lavender canopy hanging over it. There were half dressed Barbie dolls on the carpet along with normal clothes strewn all over the place. I looked on the nightstand to see a folded picture in a frame. Visible was a little girl with a smile adorning her face, the kind of smile that said "I don't have a care in the world". Beside her was a younger child, perhaps a year or two younger, with a look of wonder on her face. Behind them was a woman in a navy blue sweater and beige pants, her face was hard to decipher though. This picture reminded me of something, I once did the same thing to a photo I had because it was reminiscent of the good time. Back before…

Oh God no. This was the same picture. This was my old room that I shared with my little sister. And I folded that picture the night before-

As if on cue, the door burst open. Through it ran in two shaking and crying girls, whom I recognized as Gracie and I. I knew I couldn't watch this; I'd been through this enough. So as the girls ran to their hiding places, I grabbed the kitchen knife I kept in there for protection and stabbed myself in the chest.

I jumped myself up to a sitting position, panting heavily my body covered in cold sweat. I could literally hear my heartbeat pounding in my chest. I took a few deep breaths to calm down before thinking. I haven't had that dream in a long time. In fact, the last time I did, I woke Nikki up from an apparently pleasurable dream so she put me on pills for selfish reasons. But since I've been here I've not taken them, nor have I had a dream prior to this night.

I looked over at the nightstand to see the knives blade gleaming in the moonlight. As if it were egging me on. Drawing me to use it like I'd done so many times before. I picked up the weapon and stared at it for a few more minutes. I could either cut myself again and slide back into that hole of self-pity. Or I could put the knife down and start all over. I chose the latter and threw the weapon against the wall creating an echoing ring throughout the room. It disappeared behind the burrow as the ringing died down.

I still wasn't in the mood to sleep. So I did what I always did when I misplaced the blade. I went outside to stare up at the stars.

I didn't hear any movement above me so my guess was Edward was still asleep. I slithered down the stairs and to the back entrance he had shown me. It was a door that opens very easily with just a light push. It was very quiet too.

I walked down the steps and lay down on the grass. The sky was extremely clear. Though I wasn't too keen on the constellations, I could name a few.

"Trina?" I heard Edward speak from above me.

I jumped as I looked at him staring down at me from his broken window. I simply waved at him.

"What you doing?" He asked.

"Just looking at the stars." I said. "You're more than welcome to come down and join me."

I saw him disappear in the darkness. A few minutes later I heard the soft thump of footsteps coming down the stairs.

"I'm glad you decided to join me."

"Why are you looking at the stars?"

"I needed to relax." I was a little worried because I wasn't sure if I could tell him yet. I sure as hell wanted to, but the memories still hurt. Maybe that was why I had the dream.

"I heard you cry in your sleep." He said. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm sorry that I woke you up."

"It's okay. Did you have a bad dream?"

"Yes." I yawned. "I'm too scared to go back to sleep."

"Why does looking at the stars help?"

Oh God bless him for not asking what the dream was.

"Well when I was little me and my sister would come out and play a game to see who could name the most constellations. She would always win, but it never failed to cheer us up."

"What are constellations?"

"They're patterns in the stars that make up a formation." I pointed to the most obvious one. "See those four stars in a square formation that have three others sticking out of it."

"Yes."

"That's the big dipper. The most common and most familiar constellation." I pointed to another one. "See those stars in a perfect line with a bent line crossing through it?"

"Yes."

"That's Cygnus. Better known as the swan."

"I don't see a swan."

"Well you have to use your imagination. Create that which is not there." God how stupid is that explanation.

"How can I create something I've never seen?"

I looked at him. "You've never seen a swan in one of the books?"

He shook his head. "How do you find something in this ocean?"

I smiled at his choice of words. Gracie used to call it the same thing. "Well, I tend to look for a specific piece of the constellation. For example that row of stars that seem to be curved. That's the bow of Orion the Hunter."

"Why don't you do it with her anymore?" He asked.

That caused a lot of pain in my chest. He didn't ask that to do that, that I knew. He was genuinely curious and I owned it to him to let him know the truth.

"She's not around anymore."

"She doesn't live with you?"

I sighed. "It's not that. It's a long story Edward."

"We have time."

I smirked. "Yeah I guess we do."

I sighed again. There was no going back.

"Well it started when I was little."

I am just so evil for stopping there. It doesn't mean that I don't know what happened to Trina, I do. I just want to see just HOW BAD you want to know.

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