CHAPTER 5!!!
Hannah was on her bed, writing in the notebook. Trinity was out with some friends from school, which made it the perfect time to write. Until a couple days ago, Trinity hadn't even noticed that Hannah had a notebook. And Hannah had had it as long as she could remember. How strange. Hannah didn't call her notebook a "diary" because it wasn't a diary. A dairy was what perfect little girls wrote their perfect little lives in. Encounters with boys, the latest gossip, that kind of crap. Sickening, really. Hannah was not a perfect little girl by any means. At least she knew her life had had a purpose at some time. Defeating Eonian and Nadir had saved billions of people, and that gave Hannah a purpose to live. How many perfect little girls could say that? Plus, accounts of what happened in the past were in there. Not like what a perfect little girl would write, either. Some were twisted illusions, made from distant battles long ago, with people that probably did not exist. At least, not anymore. And therefore, it was not a "diary". It was a notebook.
It had been a while since it was last written in. Hannah was making up for lost time, filling the pages with the account of the days. Normally it wouldn't be such an emotional thing, but this time- this time, Hannah found herself crying. She wasn't sure why, but it was becoming an annoyance for the fact that the tears were falling onto the page and smearing the ink.
"Gr.. so annoying. I can't even read what I just wrote. Something about shuttles?"
BOOM!
It hit her. A foreboding that had been wavering in the back of her mind. Her hands got clammy as she felt her back, along her spinal cord and walked towards the full length mirror mounted on the wall . There was a long scar there, about 15 inches long which moved upwards towards her right shoulder. It didn't hurt, but it was quite an eyesore.
Where had it come from? She couldn't remember. Possibly from somebody hitting her? No, that wouldn't have made such a deep scar, or one as long as that. Maybe she was mugged? No, that would be something one would remember. Right?
Where were the answers? Every time Hannah asked another question she couldn't answer, the harder she started crying. There were so many things the blonde didn't know about her own self, but why? Quite disturbing. Sure, Hannah forgot stupid things, like vacuuming the floor every once in a while, but that wasn't anything vital. Her memory couldn't be that bad. Could it?
"This isn't fair! Even Trinity has a past!" Hannah screamed at her notebook, then gasped. It came out. The fear that she had been concealing for so long.
By then, the short girl had lost all control over her emotions and started trashing everything in sight. She picked up her trusty change sock and swung at the bedroom wall, thus putting a hole through it. (Now there will be no privacy when going to the bathroom! Whatever will they do?)
Hannah had gone on towards the picture frames on the wall. Soon after, glass shards flew everywhere.
After about 45 minutes of destruction had passed, Hannah curled up on the couch, put her hands in lap and cried.
*******
Trinity came home a couple of hours later, multiple shopping bags in tow. Her and a couple of friends had decided to go to the mall, and Trinity had got some really great buys. A really cute pair of capris..
When she turned the hand of the door open, something wasn't right. Sounds that were emitting from the dorm proved her correct. There was nothing special about the noises, but they weren't right. It was just one of those instincts.
Trinity walked in and was astonished at what she saw. Things were smashed, there were multiple holes in the wall, but the kitchen was spotless. What's more, Hannah was on the couch in hysterics. It wasn't one of things that a person expects to come home to after a day of power shopping.
"Hannah? What's wrong?" Trinity asked timidly. There were multiple reasons for the dorm to be in this level of disrepair and not one of them was pretty. She inched closer, making sure not to set the shorter girl off.
"I don't remember!" Hannah yelled straight ahead, starting to rock in place with the deer in headlights look on her red, tear- streaked face. That made it obvious that she had been that way for quite a while. Or maybe she was like the girl who cried glass. Only with water.
"Well, What happened? Who did this?" Trinity inquired, moving in closer to try and soothe her hysterical friend before she went into another laughing episode.
"I did." Hannah answered, trying to contain herself but to no avail.
"What?!?!" Trinity choked. The thought of Hannah's destructive tendencies becoming that horrible was not a good thing. But why would she do such a thing? Sure, her week wasn't as good as it could have been, but it couldn't have been that horrible.
"I did it."
"But why?" Trinity asked, trying to keep her cool. She seemed to be developing a vein in her forehead that was sticking out.
"I can't remember!" Hannah exclaimed. Her eyes were starting to droop. Hannah hadn't noticed how tired she was until now. Apparently one couldn't get the best nights sleep on the bathroom floor. How could drinkers do it?
"Oh… that's not the answer I was looking for…" Trinity said, also noticing Hannah was getting sleepy. That was probably for the best. It looked like the blonde was going to have to be restrained and it would be much easier to when she was sleeping. "but why don't I make us some hot tea? That makes everything better."
Since Hannah's brain wasn't working at full capacity and thus making it so she wasn't catching on to Trinity's plan, she agreed. While she was waiting for the brunette to come back, she started wiping the tears off of her face. "You've been around Quatre for too long.."
Trinity came back in with two cups of black tea, one with a sedative inside. (The sedatives were in the house just in case one of the girls accidentally invited a terrorist-like person to tea.) With one sip Hannah was out like a light.
All there was to do was secure the short girl to her bed and all would be good. For awhile, at least. So that's what happened.
'This is too much for me to handle on my own. What am I gonna do?' Trinity asked herself. Then she remembered something that was said. "Call us!" Quatre had said, before the vid phone went off. 'I think I'll take you up on that offer.' The sworded one walked over to the vid phone, happy that the girls had opted for the video ID. She flipped back a couple of names, hoping that Quatre hadn't felt the need to scramble the line.
He hadn't.
'Thank you!' Trinity silently prayed, redialling the number on the screen. There was a slight pause before Trowa's face appeared onto the screen.
"Hello? How did you acquire this number?" The tall boy demanded before he looked at the face before him.
"Nice to see you, too." Trinity answered, rubbing her ears. Trowa could yell!
"Sorry, Trinity," Trowa said, his face softening. He looked genuinely happy to see her, even though he wasn't smiling. "How are you?" "Well, I'm fine, but it's Hannah-" Trinity was cut off.
"What happened?" Trowa demanded once more. His body tensed up as thoughts swam through his head.
"Well, I don't know. Not really, anyway. We've both been having crappy days this week. There have been Germans and food issues.. But I came home today to this," she pointed out the area around her, "and all Hannah said happened was 'I don't remember!' So I haven't got very much to work with." "Where is she?" Trowa wondered out loud.
"Erm… she's attached to her bed," Trinity answered, regretting her telling anybody. Now she might be thought of as the psycho who ties down people with emotional problems. 'Well, there goes my career as a psychologist.' "Look, Quatre called us on the vid and said you guys just got done with a mission. I was wondering if… you guys could come down here and help?" she asked.
"I don't know if we can. But I know we have some down time. I'll ask, okay?" Trowa said, getting up. "Alright, but please don't take long."
About a minute later, Trowa came back with the four other guys. Duo waved.
Heero came up to the vid phone. "Trinity, what's going on?" "I'm having a few problems," she answered.
" Mission accepted. We'll be there in a couple of hours." Heero said. One can't teach an old dog new tricks. Or give them new key lines. The phone went off, leaving Trinity by herself once more. Since guests were coming, it would probably be a good idea to pull out some cots and a couple of blankets.
And possibly clean up a bit.
Hannah was on her bed, writing in the notebook. Trinity was out with some friends from school, which made it the perfect time to write. Until a couple days ago, Trinity hadn't even noticed that Hannah had a notebook. And Hannah had had it as long as she could remember. How strange. Hannah didn't call her notebook a "diary" because it wasn't a diary. A dairy was what perfect little girls wrote their perfect little lives in. Encounters with boys, the latest gossip, that kind of crap. Sickening, really. Hannah was not a perfect little girl by any means. At least she knew her life had had a purpose at some time. Defeating Eonian and Nadir had saved billions of people, and that gave Hannah a purpose to live. How many perfect little girls could say that? Plus, accounts of what happened in the past were in there. Not like what a perfect little girl would write, either. Some were twisted illusions, made from distant battles long ago, with people that probably did not exist. At least, not anymore. And therefore, it was not a "diary". It was a notebook.
It had been a while since it was last written in. Hannah was making up for lost time, filling the pages with the account of the days. Normally it wouldn't be such an emotional thing, but this time- this time, Hannah found herself crying. She wasn't sure why, but it was becoming an annoyance for the fact that the tears were falling onto the page and smearing the ink.
"Gr.. so annoying. I can't even read what I just wrote. Something about shuttles?"
BOOM!
It hit her. A foreboding that had been wavering in the back of her mind. Her hands got clammy as she felt her back, along her spinal cord and walked towards the full length mirror mounted on the wall . There was a long scar there, about 15 inches long which moved upwards towards her right shoulder. It didn't hurt, but it was quite an eyesore.
Where had it come from? She couldn't remember. Possibly from somebody hitting her? No, that wouldn't have made such a deep scar, or one as long as that. Maybe she was mugged? No, that would be something one would remember. Right?
Where were the answers? Every time Hannah asked another question she couldn't answer, the harder she started crying. There were so many things the blonde didn't know about her own self, but why? Quite disturbing. Sure, Hannah forgot stupid things, like vacuuming the floor every once in a while, but that wasn't anything vital. Her memory couldn't be that bad. Could it?
"This isn't fair! Even Trinity has a past!" Hannah screamed at her notebook, then gasped. It came out. The fear that she had been concealing for so long.
By then, the short girl had lost all control over her emotions and started trashing everything in sight. She picked up her trusty change sock and swung at the bedroom wall, thus putting a hole through it. (Now there will be no privacy when going to the bathroom! Whatever will they do?)
Hannah had gone on towards the picture frames on the wall. Soon after, glass shards flew everywhere.
After about 45 minutes of destruction had passed, Hannah curled up on the couch, put her hands in lap and cried.
*******
Trinity came home a couple of hours later, multiple shopping bags in tow. Her and a couple of friends had decided to go to the mall, and Trinity had got some really great buys. A really cute pair of capris..
When she turned the hand of the door open, something wasn't right. Sounds that were emitting from the dorm proved her correct. There was nothing special about the noises, but they weren't right. It was just one of those instincts.
Trinity walked in and was astonished at what she saw. Things were smashed, there were multiple holes in the wall, but the kitchen was spotless. What's more, Hannah was on the couch in hysterics. It wasn't one of things that a person expects to come home to after a day of power shopping.
"Hannah? What's wrong?" Trinity asked timidly. There were multiple reasons for the dorm to be in this level of disrepair and not one of them was pretty. She inched closer, making sure not to set the shorter girl off.
"I don't remember!" Hannah yelled straight ahead, starting to rock in place with the deer in headlights look on her red, tear- streaked face. That made it obvious that she had been that way for quite a while. Or maybe she was like the girl who cried glass. Only with water.
"Well, What happened? Who did this?" Trinity inquired, moving in closer to try and soothe her hysterical friend before she went into another laughing episode.
"I did." Hannah answered, trying to contain herself but to no avail.
"What?!?!" Trinity choked. The thought of Hannah's destructive tendencies becoming that horrible was not a good thing. But why would she do such a thing? Sure, her week wasn't as good as it could have been, but it couldn't have been that horrible.
"I did it."
"But why?" Trinity asked, trying to keep her cool. She seemed to be developing a vein in her forehead that was sticking out.
"I can't remember!" Hannah exclaimed. Her eyes were starting to droop. Hannah hadn't noticed how tired she was until now. Apparently one couldn't get the best nights sleep on the bathroom floor. How could drinkers do it?
"Oh… that's not the answer I was looking for…" Trinity said, also noticing Hannah was getting sleepy. That was probably for the best. It looked like the blonde was going to have to be restrained and it would be much easier to when she was sleeping. "but why don't I make us some hot tea? That makes everything better."
Since Hannah's brain wasn't working at full capacity and thus making it so she wasn't catching on to Trinity's plan, she agreed. While she was waiting for the brunette to come back, she started wiping the tears off of her face. "You've been around Quatre for too long.."
Trinity came back in with two cups of black tea, one with a sedative inside. (The sedatives were in the house just in case one of the girls accidentally invited a terrorist-like person to tea.) With one sip Hannah was out like a light.
All there was to do was secure the short girl to her bed and all would be good. For awhile, at least. So that's what happened.
'This is too much for me to handle on my own. What am I gonna do?' Trinity asked herself. Then she remembered something that was said. "Call us!" Quatre had said, before the vid phone went off. 'I think I'll take you up on that offer.' The sworded one walked over to the vid phone, happy that the girls had opted for the video ID. She flipped back a couple of names, hoping that Quatre hadn't felt the need to scramble the line.
He hadn't.
'Thank you!' Trinity silently prayed, redialling the number on the screen. There was a slight pause before Trowa's face appeared onto the screen.
"Hello? How did you acquire this number?" The tall boy demanded before he looked at the face before him.
"Nice to see you, too." Trinity answered, rubbing her ears. Trowa could yell!
"Sorry, Trinity," Trowa said, his face softening. He looked genuinely happy to see her, even though he wasn't smiling. "How are you?" "Well, I'm fine, but it's Hannah-" Trinity was cut off.
"What happened?" Trowa demanded once more. His body tensed up as thoughts swam through his head.
"Well, I don't know. Not really, anyway. We've both been having crappy days this week. There have been Germans and food issues.. But I came home today to this," she pointed out the area around her, "and all Hannah said happened was 'I don't remember!' So I haven't got very much to work with." "Where is she?" Trowa wondered out loud.
"Erm… she's attached to her bed," Trinity answered, regretting her telling anybody. Now she might be thought of as the psycho who ties down people with emotional problems. 'Well, there goes my career as a psychologist.' "Look, Quatre called us on the vid and said you guys just got done with a mission. I was wondering if… you guys could come down here and help?" she asked.
"I don't know if we can. But I know we have some down time. I'll ask, okay?" Trowa said, getting up. "Alright, but please don't take long."
About a minute later, Trowa came back with the four other guys. Duo waved.
Heero came up to the vid phone. "Trinity, what's going on?" "I'm having a few problems," she answered.
" Mission accepted. We'll be there in a couple of hours." Heero said. One can't teach an old dog new tricks. Or give them new key lines. The phone went off, leaving Trinity by herself once more. Since guests were coming, it would probably be a good idea to pull out some cots and a couple of blankets.
And possibly clean up a bit.