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Chapter 3: Trust, not lost.

Eva was sitting at her favorite spot in her flat, right under huge Draconia plant in the rocket chair where she could stare out of the huge window onto the lake and the woods. With all the bad luck she had in her life, she was really lucky to having found this cozy nature-indulged home near her school. She wouldn't know how she could survive if she had to live in one of the worn down sky scrapers just on the other side of her working place.

She had put a big mug of hot fruit tea in front of her and also some chocolate, just in case that Anna's diary would freak her out too much. Sighing and half expecting the worst, she opened the nice booklet her student used for the diary duty. She knew, she wouldn't enjoy reading the confessions – and it was not because they were pure trivia or full of errors, but because of the subject. But still she had to do it, here was her chance to safe Anna, to help her in a way none had helped herself all those years ago. So, clenching her teeth, Eva settled to read.

After half an hour she had finished the past two weeks, it was just as she had anticipated – Anna was abused within her family, although thankfully not by her parents. Still, she would have to help the girl to get out of her living environment first thing in the morning and then they would plan the next steps. For a moment she even thought about finding out the girl's address now and getting her this instant, but she supposed it was wiser to approach the matter with cunning planning instead of braveness. She would think about it during the night, but first she needed a distraction and to tend to her own issues.

3500 kilometers to the East, in New York City, a telephone rang. It was Marina Acevedo's number and after a quick check on the number recognizer, the energetic Mexican American picked up screaming "Mayita!" into the receiver as if she wanted to give a big bear hug right through it. It would have been appropriated if one could hear the weak and broken voice on the other side of the line: "Hola mi hermana. Como estas?"

That was the way Eva always used to address Marina since the days they had shared a room at the home and later a flat through their last two high-school years in Salt Lake City. Neither had siblings, parents or even any kind of family, so the two girls had decided to be at least sisters by choice and never break the connection between them, no matter what happened to them. They also had taken an oath to tell each other the truth always. Both had to lie or misdirect too often to survive and it was good to have one person on earth that you could shatter but not shock with the truth, even if it was as confusing as a missing memory of 7 years.

Marina quickly noticed that tone and switched back to English: "What's up, Mayita? What happened?" Marina always called Eva after her second name Maia, because then their names would start almost in the same way with "Ma" and she also had noticed, when they first met that Eva reacted better to it when she was in a critical state of mind, sleeping or passed out.

"I don't know, Marina." Eva stumbled, but Marina knew better than to interrupt her immediately, "One student of mine is being abused and I told her part of my story today, to convince her to share hers with me and let her help me."

"But that's wonderful, Maia. You know, not about the girl of course, but when was the last time you actually told somebody the truth? Actually told somebody anything about yourself?" Just as always Marina was pointing out the positive side first – how she could be so optimistic was something that would be an ever lasting admirable mystery to Eva.

"You know exactly when that was, Marina. And you also know how it turned out." Eva's voice turned from weak to bitter as she was thinking about the only time in her life a boy had gained interest in her, and she even had decided to trust him – not that it had done her any good. She was completely incapable of relationships of any kind.

"Yes, I know. And that's why I'm so proud of you, Mayita. You know that I think you should start going out again, talking, sharing, maybe even loving. You will need all your strength and stability if you want to help that little student of yours."

Eva sighed. "I know. But it's hard. It's too hard for me. I can't simply walk to my colleagues who are all weird and say: Hey, I don't remember my teenage years, but I have been raped during my childhood and pick me up for a nice romantic dinner date on Friday and 7 p.m.! And by the way, don't hope for physical contact, because I can't stand it either."

"That's not funny, Eva Maia Blythe. You can't shut yourself out of everybody for whole your life How about we set up a plan? You could start writing, you know. To somebody, who lives very far away and doesn't know your real name."
"You mean via an online dating site? You know I don't have a terribly high opinion of those. No way, Marina. Simply no way. I'm not interested in dating anyway. Just a loose correspondence or even friendship would be more than I dreamt of already."

"So why don't you start pen palling? You could even take a look at some Chilean sites, you know. Wait a second, I think I even read an article about quite an extravagant site where you could publish a dream instead of such boring biography and advertisement stuff. It was called www.dreamalittledream.cl I think. I even wanted to check it out myself. Wouldn't that be perfect for you?"
"Maybe, Marina. What would I do without you and all your crazy ideas and positive thoughts?" Eva was smiling again. The long distance call was always paying off, and so after they chatted along over Marina's life in New York for a while, Eva felt confident and hopeful again. Marina was right, she needed to get support herself, if she wanted to really help Anna and finally make some progress out of her isolation and mess, too.

So with a smile she settled with her laptop on her bed. She actually disapproved of surfing the net in her bed and even more about eating in bed but it were two habits she just simply couldn't strive off yet. At least she had picked up yesterday's trash before climbing into her personal pillow heaven. She opened the website Marina had recommended and browsed the dreams of other people for a while. Some were pretty interesting – the nature loving or adventurous ones especially. But still Eva decided against replying to one. She feared the rejection that would lie in not getting an answer to a reply, because she knew herself enough to anticipate herself stopping any further attempts in such a case. So she pulled out pen and paper of her school bag and elaborated her own dream.

The paper finally seemed to be an artwork of scrawling and correcting, and still Eva wasn't satisfied with the lines she only hat to translate to Spanish in order to put them onto the website under her newly registered account under the nick name "Mayita". The text was not perfect, but it was completely honest and it was her dream – her three parted dream for past, present and future. So she summoned all her Gryffindor-courage (as she told herself, although she always thought she should have ended up in Ravenclaw as much as she would have loved to be in a house with Hermione Granger. And she hadn't even thought about Harry Potter once today until now!) and put her dream online:

"I dream that just once somebody wouldn't search for answers in my past,

but take me as I am in the present.

I dream that just once somebody wouldn't only see my present outside,

but help me see what already lies within me

and where my path winds to in the future.

I dream that just once somebody would keep me from dreaming about a better future,

because the past and present created together already would be a real dream."

Now all there was to do was to wait and dream again, because dreams where all Eva had right now. But even that was better than the past few weeks where she had preferred the world of Harry Potter to her own dreams. As good as those books where, that couldn't happen. She had a life to live, people to help and over all dreams to dream.

A/N.: Sorry that the chapter is pretty short. But I decided not to switch the point of view of the characters in one chapter, and the next important step will simply be back in Santiago de Chile.I also kept Anna's story pretty unelaborated still, because I felt you already had to read enough violence. I still don't know if anybody actually wants to read that or if you all think it's a complete waste of internet space. As for the Spanish bits, I'm sorry – I'll try to keep them as little and obvious as possible. But feel free to comment on that, too. Please. Thanks to anybody who is reading until here though!