Author: Da Buffster.
Rating: PG-13 for violence.
Summary: A five-second glimpse into Trinity's life before the Matrix, before the war, before Neo.
A/N: I'm not entirely sure whether the song fits this one, but it sounded good in my head so I wrote it anyway. Set before she got into hacking and before she discovered the Matrix, this is a tiny glimpse at the life Trinity left behind. Also, this is for Jess, even though she doesn't read fanfiction, because whenever I'm upset or angry, she listens to me moan on (she doesn't have a choice really; she lives in Singapore now so I email her!), and she always cheers me up with her useless banter.
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Sometimes, I feel, You're not listening,Sometimes, I feel you don't understand.
But I, think I, got the answer
Already, know what, you're gonna say
I sit in my room. It's the only place I have now. Everywhere else is gone- taken by my family. I'm crying. It's all I can do now. They've taken away every other things- my friends, my toys, my life. I can hear my dad's footsteps as he climbs the stairs. He's angry 'cuz I screamed at him earlier. I dry my tears and I pretend I'm ok.
Cos I'm just a little girl you see,
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be
He's hitting me now. Over and over. I can feel my face bleeding where he's hit me so hard it's cut me. It hurts. I ignore the pain. I just think about what they'll say in the morning- when they see the cut.
You say I'm, just a little girl, just a little girl
How can I compare
What do I know
What have I got to share
But there is nothing in this world
Nothing in this world
That can hold me down.
Can't you hear me?
Don't you understand
That I wanna be myself
Wanna be the girl wanna be the one
That you can, rely on?
How I wish that you could see,
All there is of me.
How I long to hear, that you take me,
For who I am
My face is going numb now. I can't feel the pain. It's always like this. I say something to him which he doesn't like and he hits me. My friends have started asking questions. Not that I have any friends, they all think I'm too weird. I've still got one friend though, Jess. She's nice to me. It takes me a second to realise I'm crying. I try not to cry all the time, but what's the point. I still cry.
Cos I'm just a little girl you see,
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be
He's been hitting me for ages now. I start to think maybe he won't ever stop. But he's got too. If he doesn't stop, he'll get in trouble for killing me. Not that anybody would care if I was dead. Jess might, but nobody else. They all hate me.
Cos I'm just a little girl you see,
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be
He's still hitting me. Although I can't feel them, I know there are cuts on my face, more now. This is the worst he's ever done to me. Please make him stop. It hurts too much.
Sometimes, I feel, you're not listening
Sometimes, I feel, you don't understand.
Now I can feel the blackness creeping into the corners of my eyes. Finally. I wait for the darkness to take me and for the pain to be gone- just like so many times before. One day I'll make them listen. One day I'll make them understand.
Cos I'm just a little girl you see,
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be
I'm out now. The darkness has claimed me. They underestimate me now. One day I'm going to hit back.