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Trinity headed back inside and fetched herself something to wear before heading to the women’s showers where she had to wait a few moments for another woman to walk by that she could ask to help her by turning the shower knobs because she was afraid that she would break the things off the wall and force an unnecessary repair and use of materials. The woman was nice enough to wait for her to grab a quick shower so she could turn off the water as well which made Trinity blush feeling as if her old nickname had returned; Grace.

Her mom had called her that because when she was 10 she seemed to lose any sense of balance for a while as her body developed; a problem that thankfully ended when she was 15. That was what caused her to head back to her bedding which consisted of 5 layers of cardboard, a blanket as a pad, her day bag that she used as a pillow and her old sleeping bag bought from an army surplus store and break down into tears as she silently cried.

“I hate my Life” she whispers as she tries to wipe the tears from her cheeks but feels she’s wasting her time till her eyes stop leaking.

Frustration, anger, sorrow and yes a little fear are the driving causes of her tears and she feels weak because of them. She starts to swing her arm in an overhand arc intending on smashing it into her pitiable bed but quickly stops herself before the damage is done. Wouldn't make her any friends punching a hole in the concrete floor so she restrains herself and angrily wipes the tears from her cheeks and heads back outside looking for something to do.