To Clear The Mind [Open]

"I don't know..." Trent muttered. It was true. How could she not judge him. He killed him family and he didn't feel any regret. he still doensn't feel any regret and its been years...

"believe me, You'd judge me.." Trent really didn't trust anyone, not just her. It was all part of his Paranoid Personality disorder that didn't let him trust anyone. "You dont want to know what happened, you would never be able to trust me." Trent stated wearily.

Essie looked at him with care in her eyes. "You wanna make a deal?" she looked at him "You don't have to tell me the worst part if you don't want to, I understand." she had covered her accent again so he coild understand her easily. "Please Trent." she begged. Her eyes pleaded with his.

"It wouldn't make much sense with out the worst part," Trent started, "But trust me you'd judge me if you found out what happened." Trent stated. Again, he felt like a hypocrite but blame the paranoid personality disorder. Trent had told one person before, and lets just say it didn't end up pretty well. "You wouldn't want to be friends with a murder..." Trent's eyes grew wide after that had slipped out.

"Essie..." He groaned, "Fine, I'll tell you." he took a deep breath before he started his story, "I grew up in a poor town in Brazil. There was a school in our little town, but you could hardly call it a school." Trent grimaced at the mention of it. "I got kicked out and my family had literally no money to spend on private school. They just plopped me in the forest and told me it was wilderness school." He smiled at the memory of his days in the forest. "One day there was a flood, and a bad one at that..."the smile fell off his face at the mention of the flood "I climbed up a tree and I was going to wait the flood out..." Trent paused at this part and looked down at his feet.

"Thanks."Trent said. He really didn't want to talk anymore, but he owed her. "But I have to, You told me your story and I'll tell you mine." How was it he could trust her this easily? "Trent had no idea but he liked being able to trust someone. It gave him someone to rely on.

"But Essie I FORCED you to tell you your past, I feel Hypocritical to not tell you mine," He thought about it for a moment, "Actually scratch that, You said I dont have to tell you and I REALLY don't want to so, THANK THE GODS!" He shouted and Trent was pretty sure he seriously damaged her ear.

"Thanks and sorry for popping your eardrum..." He said while rubbing his neck sheepishly. "But I listen to so much punk music and so loud, I'm not really effected by loud noises." His eyes lit up when he thought of something. "You know an Apollo kid in the infirmary told me I was deaf in one ear because of Loud music?" He grinned, and tilted his right ear forward "Sout in it I can't even here it!"

"Lot's of different songs, but it changes every time I here a new song." He shrugged, "But right now I'm in my Three Days Grace phase so I've been listening to them a lot." He mumbled. He then turned to face her, "What about you?" He asked while cocking an eyebrow.

"I've always liked Linkin Park, they've been one of my favorites for a while." Trent confessed. "But my favorite song by them is In the end." Trent smirked as he thought of something, "Plus when I blast it at full volume in my ears, everyone can hear it." He laughed. That was actually one of the songs that made his right ear go deaf.

"Why wouldn't you?" He laughed, "It makes you different from everyone else." He started, "Mos people can hear out of 2 ears or no ears but me, I can hear out of only one ear." He stated proudly. "I think it's pretty cool, being different you know," He told her. "Imagine if everyone was the same, then think how boring it would be."

"Not one bit!" Trent smiled arrogantly, "I just can't here anyone coming from my right side, ." Trent poured like a five year old. One year, before he came to camp, he pick pocketed this guy and the guy chased him all the way down the street until he ran into an alley. The guy came from his right side but Trent couldn't see anything because it was so dark out. The guy was going to beat the living out of Trent but Trent ran away in time.

"Oh, well." Trent blushed. "I geuss you can say I'm screwed so say by to me now before I'm killed because of excessively loud music." He joked, but it could hpoen. He may die because of ivory loud music, frightening thought right?