Chapter 14
First of all... I'd like to thank all reviewers and readers.... I'll be posting mire since I got the next trunk of info. I'm a hands-on person, so I was kinda waiting for 'Trin's package.. So sorry! But now that there's NO EXAMS and I have it... I'll be updating! Yay! OK, I'll get on with it!
To disclaimers: Do I own? Take a WILD, WILD guess!!!!!
-When the wind dies down, a calm will settle. When life seems to go wrong, something will appear. If burdens are heavy, you are not carrying them alone. The free soul can fly if the body is bound to the heaviest of rocks with the tightest of shackles. If the body is a heap of ashes, then the spirit can set free. For every ending there is a begining, which will someday come to end again, in the ever-going circle. Someone will always watch over your shoulder, someone will whisper encouragement in your darkest hour. When all lights are fading, atleast they have not gone out. When everyone else has abadonned you, I am your hope.-
Saini sighed heavily at her last reminents of food. It was obvious she would not survie on it much longer, with only a few rolls to split between the already starving her and Mohan. She needed to get some more... but how? Maybe she could work dirty money... no... she was too young, not yet developed, and not the proper shape that the men liked. Besides, she would hate to do that... the thought of it made her shiver. And, no man would pay for her. The only ones intrested in a girl her age would be the gross ones who couldn't get it anywhere else, had spent all their money on drugs and other such, and would never even consider paying. Infact, she didn't even have to tell them her service, if it was night and they came around.... she shivered again, wishing more than ever that her father had not died, or her mother, that they could be a normal family. They had even been quite well off, thinking about moving into a nicer house. But now, everything had changed.
"Hello?" she heard a familiar voice.
"Hari?" she smiled, her voice heavily accented, making Harry smile.
"Hello," he repeated, gazing into her huge chocolate brown eyes, not sure of what to say. He had a bit of a foolish smile on his face, like someting had just thrown him off his normal balance. His eyes had the usual glint, and his black hair was messily thrown all over his head.
She grinned, and sat down, smoothing her messy purple dress, attempting to make herself look presentable. He grinned slightly, as she combed her long black hair with her fingers. She busied herself getting her corner of the alley 'more comfortable', as if it were a house. He was fighting back the huge tugging feeling at his cheeks. It wasn't nice, she'd think he was mocking her. She arranged the bags and garbage into two comfortable seats, careful not to disturb Mohan, sleeping under her raggedy sari cloth.
She handed him a old chipped plastic tea cup, full of what Harry supposed to be water. It looked nothing like the clear liquid he was used to at home, and he felt a twinge of guilt as he thought about how freely he let the water flow at home in the shower, in the morning.
"I have only a little, so I hope this isn't too bad," she said, with a big smile. He felt the twinge grow larger. Only a couple stale buns and a bit of what looked to be contaminated water. He wished he could bring her something from Hogwarts, a bit of the ever-plentiful breakfast. But he knew only he could connect with the real world. In oltherwords, he was there, but just barely. If he were to take off his clothes, no one else could wear them, but if someone were to give him clothes, he could gratefully accept them. It was odd, and he accepted the food, knowing better. If he denied, Saini would feel poor and offended. He could sense it all. It was one of the dangers of being this sort of real, knowing everything. When he first met Ria, he sensed her pain, and all the hate towards mankind, towards everyone. It was scary, knowing another human as well, if not better, than themselves.
He forced down the section of the bun with a huge, fake smile, then moved on to the water. He look a large gulp, and nearly fainted into a fit of sputtering coughs. He gave her another smile.
"Deeee-licious!" he lied, keeping the smile. She grinned, truly, back, glad he had liked it.
"How are your friends?" she asked, taking a sip of the water, and savouring the flavour, as if it was some type of wonderful cup of heaven.
"Well... the ones at Hogwarts, they're fine and all, and as for the others like you..." he began.
"There are no others like me," she interrupted, grinning broadly.
"OK, so, the others I visit," he corrected himself. "They're fine too. Well, as fine as fine goes, you know? I'm visiting another girl after you, her name's Trinity, and she comes from North America."
"Intresting," she said, taking another sip from the pink, cracked tea cup. "North America.. Wow... I'd really like to meet all the people you talk about sometimes. Wouldn't that be neat, Hari? All the people.. In a big group, gathering thing. I think that'd be.. That'd be..." she saerched for the words, and remebered one he had used once. "That'd be cool!"
"Yea," he smiled, but his brain was frowning. "That'd be cool," he repeated.
They chatted longer, but already he felt another symptom of this travel coming along, and this wasn't one you could cure with a mere concotion or brew. It needed a much more powerful form of healing. A stronger for of magic.
Trinity ran as fast as she could, fearing she'd miss the bus. There wouldn't be another one for atleast an hour, and she didn't want to take the chance that Collin would be out somewhere as she got there. She needed to get there early, or right on time, even though this was quite unexpected, and there was no set one. She bit her lip as the bus came to a halting stop. She rushed on quickly, and grabbed a seat. There was hardly anyone else on, most not making a journey at ten past eight on a Saturday morning, but she was in no way normal. She took a ferocious bite out of her cream cheese bagel she had gotten with a little of her pocket money she had earned. Usually, she didn't do this, but there was no food in the house for breakfast, unless she wanted Kraft Dinner. She grinned. Her mother hated it, calling it not food but 'luminant plastic in a packet.'
The ride wasn't too long, but very bumpy. She thudded along as slowly, a few more people got on and it began to crowd up. She was light, and often flew out of her seat. It was a wonder no serious damage had been done to her as the bus thumped along the brick road of Historic Properties, and she was quite happy (but quite sick to the stomach) as she got off. There was only a bit of a walk, and she liked to sunny April morning, just cool enough for a light, cotton jacket or a warm sweater. The breeze tickled her short hair, flying across her nose and causing her to sneeze. It was very pleasant. But as soon as her stomach had started to settle down from the bus ride, it aroused into a new ache, a new fear. She realised what she was going to do. She was going to Collin's! What was she going to say? Just walk right up to his house, his mother answering the door, and tell her she needed to appologise for hurting her son? A sudden shyness came over her extremely quickly, quicker than normal. She realised she was going to visit a BOY'S house... a boy's! She blushed. The only other time she had actually gone into a guy's house was for school, or an eigth birthday party, or something of the sort. She wasn't very far away, and she had various choices; to go to his house, to go back home, or to wander around. It didn't take her logic long to decide, but the rest of herself was quite another matter.
In the logic's view, it would be very stupid to turn back now. But in her mind, she felt like she just couldn't do it. But then, as sharp as before, yet in the same soothing whisper, she heard it.
"Keep at it, Trin."
She knew, at that moment exactly, that she couldn't turn back now. It was hers to do. The thought from earlier came back. This was her chance. This was her dream. This was her destiny. This was her time. She had to go see him, to appologise. Her mind was made up, but she had a feeling this was more effort than she thought. She dragged herself slowly along the sidewalk, closer and closer in the direction of his house. By the time she reached his street, her face was a flushed pink, and she was shaking slightly, obviously very nervous. It wasn't the fact she couldn't applologise, it was just... arg.. Her hormones. She wasn't sure of herself, filled with any certainty. She wasn't Trinity, three in one, she felt just like one, small person in the world. Just another speck on a planet with 6 billion others just like her. As she walked along the fairly busy street feeling alone. But she knew she couldn't give in now, she would never be able to forgive herself if she did. This was something that had to be done. She needed the feel of being guiltless. She needed the knowledge that she could sleep with a consious clear of this tonight. There was so much in her head already, she didn't need anymore clouding it.
There are so many elements of survival, so many different ones. Saini needed a shelter to live in, food to feed her brother, and saftely to live. Those were the basics. But what she really needed was something more. She needed to feel secure, to feel she had protected mohan, and that she could live with a clear consious that she had suceeded. She needed someone older, she could trust to confide in, and words of reassurance so she could have confidence. When commercials spoke of pauverty, they mentioned food and drink, but never did they say of what really mattered. Saini would have rathered die hungry with comfort than live full in pain. Anna needed someone to talk to, someone to listen, someone to care, not just a store bought sympathy card with a signature. Marvin needed someone to understand what mattered to him, not lawyers smiling and saying that they'd try, when they didn't mean it. Mathew needed a father, and an explination. Ria needed respect and dignity, yet none of them got what they needed. Trinity needed something else.
"I can't do this," she whispered to herself, biting her tongue. She thought she felt a twinge of a tear in the corner of her eye. She was so unsure of herself. It had been love that had nearly killed her mother, and that thought haunted them both forever. She was ashamed to love. She was embarrased.
"Keep at it, Trin."
For the fourth time that day, she heard the words. She had to do this, she had too. It wasn't a question, it was a demanded. Suddenly, she felt angry that she had almost been crying. She bit her lip, and held her head up straight, keeping her posture perfect. In long, graceful strides, she walked down the street until she was almost to his house. She stopped right infront of it, to draw a breath of confidence for what she was about to do.
It was Saturday. Collin would not have gotten up so bright and early (9:38 am) if it had not been for the malfunctioning of his alarm clock. He was about to act like the typacle stupid male and go back to sleep, setting it for two o'clock in the afternoon, when there, infront of his house, was Trinity, looking up threw the window, but not really. Infact, she hadn't been trying to see threw it, but she was merely randomly looking around. But Collin didn't know that. He didn't even know that she couldn't see threw the glass, because of the way the glass was made. All he knew was that he should trust his insticnts, so he did. He grabbed a shirt, then looked at it, and threw it away. Then grabbed it again, then threw it away. Finally, he decided upon getting dressed and casually (yeah, right) walking out, pretending he hadn't noticed her.
You can always get punched by a girl, but that cannot stop you from secretly liking her.
After debating over which jeans to wear, throwing on a shirt, and arranging his hair, he was out, practically quivering as he thumped down the steps inti his front yard.
Trinity looked at him. Had it been a normal day, her eyebrow might have raised in curiosity about why he had his shirt on backwards, but this was not normal.
"Hey," he whispered, breathing out and calming down.
"Hi," she said, her eyes looking fearful.
"I was just going out to skateboard," he motioned to his board, and then realised it wasn't there. He blushed and went back to reality. "But.... you wanna talk or something? Or where you just walking by."
"No..... let's talk," she said shyly.
"Arg.. He's really, really calm," Trinity frowned at her nervousness.
"How can she seem so comfortable?" Collin wondered in embarrasment.
They each drew a deep breath, tried to smile, and set off along the street, each thinking about how stupid they felt.
Well.... that's it for now! I hope you liked..... nothing else I can think to say.
First of all... I'd like to thank all reviewers and readers.... I'll be posting mire since I got the next trunk of info. I'm a hands-on person, so I was kinda waiting for 'Trin's package.. So sorry! But now that there's NO EXAMS and I have it... I'll be updating! Yay! OK, I'll get on with it!
To disclaimers: Do I own? Take a WILD, WILD guess!!!!!
-When the wind dies down, a calm will settle. When life seems to go wrong, something will appear. If burdens are heavy, you are not carrying them alone. The free soul can fly if the body is bound to the heaviest of rocks with the tightest of shackles. If the body is a heap of ashes, then the spirit can set free. For every ending there is a begining, which will someday come to end again, in the ever-going circle. Someone will always watch over your shoulder, someone will whisper encouragement in your darkest hour. When all lights are fading, atleast they have not gone out. When everyone else has abadonned you, I am your hope.-
Saini sighed heavily at her last reminents of food. It was obvious she would not survie on it much longer, with only a few rolls to split between the already starving her and Mohan. She needed to get some more... but how? Maybe she could work dirty money... no... she was too young, not yet developed, and not the proper shape that the men liked. Besides, she would hate to do that... the thought of it made her shiver. And, no man would pay for her. The only ones intrested in a girl her age would be the gross ones who couldn't get it anywhere else, had spent all their money on drugs and other such, and would never even consider paying. Infact, she didn't even have to tell them her service, if it was night and they came around.... she shivered again, wishing more than ever that her father had not died, or her mother, that they could be a normal family. They had even been quite well off, thinking about moving into a nicer house. But now, everything had changed.
"Hello?" she heard a familiar voice.
"Hari?" she smiled, her voice heavily accented, making Harry smile.
"Hello," he repeated, gazing into her huge chocolate brown eyes, not sure of what to say. He had a bit of a foolish smile on his face, like someting had just thrown him off his normal balance. His eyes had the usual glint, and his black hair was messily thrown all over his head.
She grinned, and sat down, smoothing her messy purple dress, attempting to make herself look presentable. He grinned slightly, as she combed her long black hair with her fingers. She busied herself getting her corner of the alley 'more comfortable', as if it were a house. He was fighting back the huge tugging feeling at his cheeks. It wasn't nice, she'd think he was mocking her. She arranged the bags and garbage into two comfortable seats, careful not to disturb Mohan, sleeping under her raggedy sari cloth.
She handed him a old chipped plastic tea cup, full of what Harry supposed to be water. It looked nothing like the clear liquid he was used to at home, and he felt a twinge of guilt as he thought about how freely he let the water flow at home in the shower, in the morning.
"I have only a little, so I hope this isn't too bad," she said, with a big smile. He felt the twinge grow larger. Only a couple stale buns and a bit of what looked to be contaminated water. He wished he could bring her something from Hogwarts, a bit of the ever-plentiful breakfast. But he knew only he could connect with the real world. In oltherwords, he was there, but just barely. If he were to take off his clothes, no one else could wear them, but if someone were to give him clothes, he could gratefully accept them. It was odd, and he accepted the food, knowing better. If he denied, Saini would feel poor and offended. He could sense it all. It was one of the dangers of being this sort of real, knowing everything. When he first met Ria, he sensed her pain, and all the hate towards mankind, towards everyone. It was scary, knowing another human as well, if not better, than themselves.
He forced down the section of the bun with a huge, fake smile, then moved on to the water. He look a large gulp, and nearly fainted into a fit of sputtering coughs. He gave her another smile.
"Deeee-licious!" he lied, keeping the smile. She grinned, truly, back, glad he had liked it.
"How are your friends?" she asked, taking a sip of the water, and savouring the flavour, as if it was some type of wonderful cup of heaven.
"Well... the ones at Hogwarts, they're fine and all, and as for the others like you..." he began.
"There are no others like me," she interrupted, grinning broadly.
"OK, so, the others I visit," he corrected himself. "They're fine too. Well, as fine as fine goes, you know? I'm visiting another girl after you, her name's Trinity, and she comes from North America."
"Intresting," she said, taking another sip from the pink, cracked tea cup. "North America.. Wow... I'd really like to meet all the people you talk about sometimes. Wouldn't that be neat, Hari? All the people.. In a big group, gathering thing. I think that'd be.. That'd be..." she saerched for the words, and remebered one he had used once. "That'd be cool!"
"Yea," he smiled, but his brain was frowning. "That'd be cool," he repeated.
They chatted longer, but already he felt another symptom of this travel coming along, and this wasn't one you could cure with a mere concotion or brew. It needed a much more powerful form of healing. A stronger for of magic.
Trinity ran as fast as she could, fearing she'd miss the bus. There wouldn't be another one for atleast an hour, and she didn't want to take the chance that Collin would be out somewhere as she got there. She needed to get there early, or right on time, even though this was quite unexpected, and there was no set one. She bit her lip as the bus came to a halting stop. She rushed on quickly, and grabbed a seat. There was hardly anyone else on, most not making a journey at ten past eight on a Saturday morning, but she was in no way normal. She took a ferocious bite out of her cream cheese bagel she had gotten with a little of her pocket money she had earned. Usually, she didn't do this, but there was no food in the house for breakfast, unless she wanted Kraft Dinner. She grinned. Her mother hated it, calling it not food but 'luminant plastic in a packet.'
The ride wasn't too long, but very bumpy. She thudded along as slowly, a few more people got on and it began to crowd up. She was light, and often flew out of her seat. It was a wonder no serious damage had been done to her as the bus thumped along the brick road of Historic Properties, and she was quite happy (but quite sick to the stomach) as she got off. There was only a bit of a walk, and she liked to sunny April morning, just cool enough for a light, cotton jacket or a warm sweater. The breeze tickled her short hair, flying across her nose and causing her to sneeze. It was very pleasant. But as soon as her stomach had started to settle down from the bus ride, it aroused into a new ache, a new fear. She realised what she was going to do. She was going to Collin's! What was she going to say? Just walk right up to his house, his mother answering the door, and tell her she needed to appologise for hurting her son? A sudden shyness came over her extremely quickly, quicker than normal. She realised she was going to visit a BOY'S house... a boy's! She blushed. The only other time she had actually gone into a guy's house was for school, or an eigth birthday party, or something of the sort. She wasn't very far away, and she had various choices; to go to his house, to go back home, or to wander around. It didn't take her logic long to decide, but the rest of herself was quite another matter.
In the logic's view, it would be very stupid to turn back now. But in her mind, she felt like she just couldn't do it. But then, as sharp as before, yet in the same soothing whisper, she heard it.
"Keep at it, Trin."
She knew, at that moment exactly, that she couldn't turn back now. It was hers to do. The thought from earlier came back. This was her chance. This was her dream. This was her destiny. This was her time. She had to go see him, to appologise. Her mind was made up, but she had a feeling this was more effort than she thought. She dragged herself slowly along the sidewalk, closer and closer in the direction of his house. By the time she reached his street, her face was a flushed pink, and she was shaking slightly, obviously very nervous. It wasn't the fact she couldn't applologise, it was just... arg.. Her hormones. She wasn't sure of herself, filled with any certainty. She wasn't Trinity, three in one, she felt just like one, small person in the world. Just another speck on a planet with 6 billion others just like her. As she walked along the fairly busy street feeling alone. But she knew she couldn't give in now, she would never be able to forgive herself if she did. This was something that had to be done. She needed the feel of being guiltless. She needed the knowledge that she could sleep with a consious clear of this tonight. There was so much in her head already, she didn't need anymore clouding it.
There are so many elements of survival, so many different ones. Saini needed a shelter to live in, food to feed her brother, and saftely to live. Those were the basics. But what she really needed was something more. She needed to feel secure, to feel she had protected mohan, and that she could live with a clear consious that she had suceeded. She needed someone older, she could trust to confide in, and words of reassurance so she could have confidence. When commercials spoke of pauverty, they mentioned food and drink, but never did they say of what really mattered. Saini would have rathered die hungry with comfort than live full in pain. Anna needed someone to talk to, someone to listen, someone to care, not just a store bought sympathy card with a signature. Marvin needed someone to understand what mattered to him, not lawyers smiling and saying that they'd try, when they didn't mean it. Mathew needed a father, and an explination. Ria needed respect and dignity, yet none of them got what they needed. Trinity needed something else.
"I can't do this," she whispered to herself, biting her tongue. She thought she felt a twinge of a tear in the corner of her eye. She was so unsure of herself. It had been love that had nearly killed her mother, and that thought haunted them both forever. She was ashamed to love. She was embarrased.
"Keep at it, Trin."
For the fourth time that day, she heard the words. She had to do this, she had too. It wasn't a question, it was a demanded. Suddenly, she felt angry that she had almost been crying. She bit her lip, and held her head up straight, keeping her posture perfect. In long, graceful strides, she walked down the street until she was almost to his house. She stopped right infront of it, to draw a breath of confidence for what she was about to do.
It was Saturday. Collin would not have gotten up so bright and early (9:38 am) if it had not been for the malfunctioning of his alarm clock. He was about to act like the typacle stupid male and go back to sleep, setting it for two o'clock in the afternoon, when there, infront of his house, was Trinity, looking up threw the window, but not really. Infact, she hadn't been trying to see threw it, but she was merely randomly looking around. But Collin didn't know that. He didn't even know that she couldn't see threw the glass, because of the way the glass was made. All he knew was that he should trust his insticnts, so he did. He grabbed a shirt, then looked at it, and threw it away. Then grabbed it again, then threw it away. Finally, he decided upon getting dressed and casually (yeah, right) walking out, pretending he hadn't noticed her.
You can always get punched by a girl, but that cannot stop you from secretly liking her.
After debating over which jeans to wear, throwing on a shirt, and arranging his hair, he was out, practically quivering as he thumped down the steps inti his front yard.
Trinity looked at him. Had it been a normal day, her eyebrow might have raised in curiosity about why he had his shirt on backwards, but this was not normal.
"Hey," he whispered, breathing out and calming down.
"Hi," she said, her eyes looking fearful.
"I was just going out to skateboard," he motioned to his board, and then realised it wasn't there. He blushed and went back to reality. "But.... you wanna talk or something? Or where you just walking by."
"No..... let's talk," she said shyly.
"Arg.. He's really, really calm," Trinity frowned at her nervousness.
"How can she seem so comfortable?" Collin wondered in embarrasment.
They each drew a deep breath, tried to smile, and set off along the street, each thinking about how stupid they felt.
Well.... that's it for now! I hope you liked..... nothing else I can think to say.