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Chapter One

~Lost In The Shadows~

"Take everything from the inside
And throw it all away
Cause I swear for the last time
I won't trust myself with you"-'From The Inside-Linkin Park'

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She'd lost guidance...

For once in her life, she can say that she had finally lost it. "It" being everything she had fought so hard for in life. Happiness. Calmness. A new sanctuary where the only thing filling it was solitude and confinement. Where she was slowly being sucked into insanity, and she couldn't be pulled from it. The overwhelming feeling of drowning had started to slowly drag her below the surface, killing her softly and slowly.

Dying on the inside...

She was hollowing from the inside-out. A shallow nothing. She was broken beyond repair, there was no going back. She'd finally lost everything she had to give. And now, in this dark, shallow, hell of a mind- she'd hid herself from the world. Her suffering was covered up with false joy. Smiles, turned to small smirks, turned to nothing. Talking turned into nothing. She was changing- realizing. It hit her like a ton of bricks, causing the wind to be knocked out of her. A silent gasp, widening eyes, jaw dropped the slightest bit. She knew. Trevor knew. Everyone knew. She was a fake. A lie. Worthless. Nothing.

The truth hurts- doesn't it, Angel?

That voice egging her, humiliating her, breaking her. All because she realized the truth of the matter was:

You are nothing to him. Just a task. Something to deal with until you die.

"Shut up!"

A scream of anguish and forget.

"It's not true! It's not! You lie!"

Her own head. Lying to her about her purpose. About her life. About her. Because, in the eyes of the voice inside;

You are nothing more than a burden...

No purpose...

Nothing!

"Stop It!"

Her head bangs against the wall behind her, her knees are pulled to her chest, hands planted over her ears, she rocked back and forth in despair. Her yells filled the night air, eyes squeezing tightly shut. She grasped her hair, pulling hard, screaming once more.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

The taunting voice. It went silent, and all was what it was once more. Plain silence. Deathly, even. Her shallow breaths was the only sound in the night. She was having a mental breakdown. She knew it. Her vision began to blur as she felt darkness swelling her already aching head. And just like that, she was gone. Much like her sanity, she was gone. Lost. And didn't know where to go. She didn't know where to turn. There was nothing she could do.

"Angel!"

The shouts of a rugged voice was the last thing she heard before she slipped into the black.

I told you- You are nothing but a worthless burden upon your father's shoulders. Nothing more, nothing less.

"You're a liar. You don't know what you're talking about. Shut up!"

She screamed with a force that chilled Trevor more than anything. His eyes widened, he stilled himself, watching as his daughter faced her demons. Her eyes were slanted, narrowed, and a lazy smirk crossed her features. She gave a small laugh, planting her head against the wall, her toes curling against the soft carpet, arms hung limp next to her tense body.

She turned towards the startled male, eyes locking with his own. And for the first time in years she saw nothing but fear. Fear, not because he was scared of her. Scared because he couldn't do anything. He wouldn't allow himself to step in. For, he feared that if he did so he'd see something he wouldn't be able to forget. But, he willed himself to go see what was wrong with her. He spoke lowly, clearly.

"What the hell was that?!"

He'd tried to force a bit of anger in his icy tone, but she could hear the concern. She knew that he was scared, on edge, almost like a neurotic cat. And so she gave him an answer, one that shook him to the core.

"I was scared- now I'm lost. A worthless, weak, mess of a creature. I'm broken, and I can't be mended back together."

He took a step forward, entering the room, and going over to her he sat. He pulled her close to him and gave a shaky sigh, overcome with emotions. In all truthfulness, he knew when the time came she would come to this realization. But, he would stick by his thoughts on her. Nothing would change them, no matter what. But, instead of keeping them bottled up, he decided that the best answer was to tell her his thoughts.

"I would tell you that corny ass saying 'Time Heals All Wounds' but that'd be a lie. So, instead, I'll tell you this- you're wounds are more traumatic than I would of guessed, but it gets better. You know no matter what I stick by your side. You're my Lil' Ass-kicker, and when you get angry my first thoughts are 'Who do I have to kill?' You mean more to me than anything in this world. I'd give up my crime filled life style just to make you happy."

She gave a short laugh, hugged herself closer to his warm form, and gave her input. She opened her mouth, and let it all pour out. Her emotions sky-rocketing, her head pounding as she began to remember her mother saying the same thing, just using different words.

"You know you sound just like her- my mother. She said the same thing, called me her miracle, her second chance. Words she'd say before she'd go right back out there and pimp herself out. I'm used to the lies, you know. The truth doesn't exist where I come from. It never has. So when I hear things like this, I'm preparing for the worst in my mind."

Preparing for the worst. It was all she could do at times. Because she knew what was going to happen. It's what always happened when she let people in. It was an act of betrayal. But he was different, he was waiting for her to become comfortable. But, she couldn't do it. For three years she'd had a hard time letting him and everyone else into her heart. She was a hard person to gain trust in.

"Michael- he said that you didn't care about anyone but yourself. That you've never cared for anyone but yourself. But, if that was the truth you wouldn't have taken me into your home. You would've kicked me and Twinkki off the porch that night. I would have been on the streets now. I didn't believe him when he said that. It's been three years and I haven't fully accepted you. But, I will say I trust you more than I did my mother."

Trevor gave a small smile. He knew she had a hard time letting people in. He did too, at some point. Most likely when he was her age. It was even harder for him and Michael to become best-friends. But, he dealt with it. He waited. Until he was comfortable with the friendship, and slowly began to tolerate the male. The same with her. She'd waited, attempted to get closer but also strayed away. Slowly they grew on each other. He'd grown to love her- more than his own mother.

And so they basked in the darkness, letting the tension in the air diminish and slowly drifted off, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her, keeping her safe from any and everything that tried to hurt her.

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"Tension is building inside, steadily

Everyone feels so far away from me

Heavy thoughts forcing their way out of me

Trying not to break

But I'm so tired of this deceit

Every time I try to make myself

Get back up on my feet"-'From The Inside-Linkin Park'

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