Chapter 1

A confused woman with short black hair that had fire red streaks and a medium skinny frame wandered down the dark streets of Chicago alone. She had no memory of where she had been, who she was, or where she was. She looked down at her blood soaked midriff tee shirt that clung to her body, and her ripped mini skirt. Her knees were bloody and scraped and one of her shoes was gone. Bits and pieces of her past started coming to her in clumps as she walked the streets. She remembered hugging a little boy that was screaming as a guy with a chain saw came near them. Then she remembered taking a car and running into a fire hydrant in the street. Looking around at her surroundings she felt helpless. Down the street she spotted a convenience store. Searching through her pockets she found some change and cash. Pulling out the bills a small piece of paper with a code came out with it. Pushing the paper back in her pocket she walked toward the convince store.

The woman opened the door to the store and walked in. The bright florescent lights stung her eyes and her mouth watered at the sight of fatty foods wrapped in bright colors. She looked over to the cash register and spotted a woman behind the counter eyeing her wearily and a man studying her.

"I.just had.an accident," the woman said in between short breaths. She felt like she hadn't slept in days. "I was wondering if I could use your phone?" she asked and watched as the cashier pointed reluctantly to the back of the store where there was a pay phone. "Thank you."

Michael watched the woman in the bloody shirt make her way to the back of the door slowly limping on her right leg. Turning his attention back to the woman in front of him he paid her for his gas.

"They should put all prostitutes in jail," the cashier said in a cold voice.

"Why do you say that?" Michael asked.

"I've seen her before in the streets," the woman said with a bitter tone and walked from behind the counter and made her way to the back of the store where the woman was on the phone speaking.

"You leave now," the cashier said to the woman.

"I just got on the phone," the woman said helplessly fumbling in her pockets for money to give the woman so she could leave her alone. Holding out the money to her the woman pushed away her hand.

"I don't want your prostitution money," the cashier said.

"What did you say?" the woman said.

"You heard me now out," the cashier ordered and took the telephone from her and hung it up.

Sighing she gave one last look at the cashiers stubborn face and walked away. A prostitute is that what she was? Looking down at her arms she saw needle marks. What was going on? Making her way out the store she saw the same man she did when she first came into the store at the door watching what had just happened.

"Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" Michael asked the woman when she had got beside him and started to push the door open.

"No thank you, I can get there on my own," the woman said and walked stiffly down the sidewalk wincing from pain as she stepped on her feet.

Michael watched the woman walk down the convenience store sidewalk while he walked to his truck. Starting up his truck he looked in his mirror and saw the woman fall down by a dumpster at the end of the sidewalk by an alley. Turning around he drove to the end of the convenience store sidewalk and stopped by the dumpster and rolled down his window. "Excuse me miss but are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?" he asked looking around the car as a couple of wannabe thugs made their way out of alley smoking a cigarettes.

Looking down the alley where she heard a couple of teenage boys laughing and up at the truck where a man had his window down asking her if she needed a ride she didn't know which one was worst. Staying in a neighborhood which she knew or thought she knew no one and be a victim or go somewhere with a stranger she knew nothing about. Sitting down on the hard ground smelling the stench of the garbage she started throwing up vomit that had blood in it.

Watching the woman throw up blood his doctor instincts picked up and he got out of his car to tend to the woman.

Hearing the door to the truck open brought back memories of which she knew not the origin. She saw a shadowy figure call out Trinity in her dream and he pointed a finger at her. Trinity yeah that was it, that was her name now she remembered it.

"Come with me miss I'll get you to the hospital," Michael said grabbing the woman from underneath her arms and picked her up to her feet.

Unable to stand Trinity fell against the man that was holding her. She felt him shift and pick her up as if she weighed nothing. Feeling the weight of her eyelids an uncontrollable urge to sleep came over her and she slowly fell asleep.

"No, wake up don't fall asleep on me," Michael told the woman as he buckled her in his car and slapped her face trying to wake her up.

"No," Trinity said to the man as he tried to keep her awake. Fighting to urge to sleep she looked around in the car and saw that it was clean and looked brand new.

Getting into the car and driving off Michael periodically glanced over at the woman who was swaying side-to-side and fighting sleep. Driving as fast as he could without making her motion sick he drove toward the hospital where he worked at. Glancing back over to the woman he found her sleeping and hung over her seatbelt. Taking one of his hands away from the wheel he tried to wake her but was unable to.

Trinity drifted off into a horrible dream she was tied to a pole hugging a small boy who was crying and a huge bulky man with tattoos came toward them with a chain saw and grabbed the boy from her and took him away to another room and she heard horrible screams. Fearing her own life she grabbed a pipe near by with her good leg and dragged it back and tried to break the chain.

"Ahh!" Trinity screamed making Michael jump in his seat. A cold sweat broke out all over her as she tried to figure out where she was. Looking around her she saw that she was in a truck with a man she didn't know. "Who the hell are you?" she said in a panicked voice and tried to open her door.

"Calm down. My names Michael I saw you at the convenience store remember and I said I would take you to the hospital," Michael said confused by the woman who sat there looking at him like she didn't trust him. Michael continued driving in an uncomfortable silence and glanced back over to the woman she was shivering and sweating at the same time. Looking down at her arms he saw bruises and needle marks a junkie he figured. He had seen lots of them come in the emergency room that had OD.

"What's your name?" Michael asked breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Trinity I think."

"What do you mean you think?" Michael asked as he turned the corner and started toward the emergency room entrance.

"I don't really remember anything its all coming back to me in big huge clumps and I can't really decipher it," Trinity said looking at Michael as he looked at her and stopped the car.

"You may have suffered severe head trauma when you had that accident you said you did," Michael said while turning off the truck and jumping out. Walking to the other side of his black Ford truck he wondered if the woman had any insurance he highly doubted it. Michael opened the door for the woman and carried her through the hospital doors. "Dr. Walters!" exclaimed a young night nurse as she ran out from behind the nurse desk at the sight of him carrying a bloody woman with bruises all over her body through the hospital doors.

"Get someone to look over her immediately she was in an accident," Michael said walking briskly through the lobby with the nurse tagging behind him communicating with someone over the walkie-talkie she had in her hand.

Trinity looked around the hospital waiting room where people were sitting in the chairs in pain moaning loudly. Her hearing had become sensitive and anything she heard multiplied three times and it was slurred. She heard Michael talking to some woman as he carried her to a room.

Michael sat Trinity down on a hospital bed and left to wash his hands while the nurse hooked her up to equipment and made sure that she stayed awake for the time being. Pumping medicine through her body and cutting her shirt he reveled a huge cut across her chest calling for his nurse to assist him he began working on Trinity's wounds trying to calm her down and make her stable.

Trinity fell into another horrible dream this time she was running away from an abandoned warehouse. Blood was oozing from her chest and her head spun as heroin ran its course through her body. Trying to concentrate on getting as far away as she could she ran to a car that was parked in the lot and hot wired it. Pulling out of the lot she saw the man with the chain saw and a few of his buddies spill out of the building and get into another car. Racing down the highway with the men following close on her tail she tried to keep control of the car as colors swirled before her eyes. Coming into a city she sped up and tried to loose the people behind her by swerving in and out of lanes causing drivers to honk at her. Seeing an exit ahead she took it and lost the guys behind her.

"Trinity," Michael said calmly in her ear for the fifth time.

"Huh," Trinity said opening her groggy eyes and finding a pair of beautiful green hazel eyes staring at her.

"Good your awake," Michael said standing up and looking at his chart and checked her monitor.

"Where am I," Trinity asked looking around the room trying to sit up but felt a sharp pain in her chest.

"Whoa, don't sit up just yet," Michael, said making Trinity lay back down. "You had a severe cut to your chest and one of your ribs was broken. Do you remember anything that happened to you?"

"I remember running away from someone and running into a fire hygiene and I ran as fast as I could to escape them," Trinity said taking huge uneasy breaths between each word.

"Whom were you running away from?" Michael said writing furiously on his clipboard.

"I don't remember it all comes and goes," Trinity said looking around the room making sure no one else was in the room. "I need to get out of here before they find me."

"Well I'm afraid we can't let you go just yet. Do you have an insurance number or anyone we could call to come and get you?"

"I don't know, where am I?" Trinity said looking at Michael straight in the eye.

"You're in Chicago, Illinois."

"Oh," Trinity said relaxing into the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Do you have anyone living here that you know?" Michael said getting worried that this woman may not have any family or insurance.

"Not that I know of at this point in time," Trinity said still staring at the ceiling.

"Okay, I have a police officer that wants to talk to you if you feel up to it."

"Sure send him in," Trinity said turning her focus to the door as the Michael walked out and a police officer walked in.

"Hello, I'm officer Randolph. Trinity how are you feeling?" the officer said in a child like voice enunciating every word.

"I have bruises all over a broken rib and a huge gash across my chest, it would be safe to say that I'm not feeling the best," Trinity said in the same childlike voice enunciating each word like he did.

"Okay. Do you know who did this to you?" the officer said in his regular voice.

"No," Trinity said and turned her head from the officer and started studying the plain white wall above her.

"Do you remember anything that happened to you two days ago?"

"I've been here two days," Trinity said moving her hand to her head but stopped when a shot of pain hit her and she looked at her arm and it was all bruised.

"How long have you been doing drugs?" the officer asked pointing with his pen to her arm.

"I don't do drugs that I know of."

"Well all of these marks on your arm say different from the looks of it, it seems like you have been using for a while," he said pointing to every needle mark he saw on her arm.

Looking down at her arm she saw where he was pointing and felt the urge to cry. Her body was a mess. Her nice brown skin had huge bruises and scrapes all over it, her face felt sore and her eye couldn't open all the way. She didn't even want to see her reflection in a mirror.

Taking in her silence he started to walk away to give her time to heal.

"Hold on," Trinity said. "How am I going to get out of here, I don't know if I have any insurance or whether I have family here?"

"I don't really know, just try to get better," the officer, said before turning around and leaving.