Warnings - talk of abuse
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My memory was both a blessing and a curse along with my actual curse that Lucy gave me. Father betrayed mums trust that day when Lucy came and mum disliked father for some time after. They got closer to each other up until a two years after my birth when my father and mum had a big falling out. Of course though for my sake they stayed in the same manor and lived together for my sake alone. On my third birthday it only worsened and father only soent occasions with me while my mum took care and raised me. Having all but just a mother most the time was rough as it is but I got more aware as I grew. When I turned eight I met that monster of a boy who was far older than mother said at the time. Wretched being he was, not only controlling but manipulating as well.

Mum never believed me yet father did slightly to an extent of things. On the other hand father didn't care nor did he have the "time" to do something about it. The more they dissed me the more I craved to be seen, to be heard to be something again. The night Jessie took everything from me was the worst or one of the worst in my life.
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On my eleventh birthday Jessie was 16 so he was five years older than me yet that didn't matter sure does. For on my eleventh birthday I felt the anger and the magic within rise and my hands would spark green light like magic when I got emotional. Remembering anything I did at all times absolutely sucked, especially when I made mistakes. When I failed to do what my parents taught me and wanted from me. You see when people like me, cursed people or those who have stronger magic that is never easy to control. I've never known full control after I turned 11 years old, that day was rough for me and everyone around me. This day, my eleventh birthday, I went into a fit of rage and it took grown witches and wizards to be able to get me to a safer location.

On that day I was gifted something no one would ask for, but I was more than grateful for it. A special room that was safe for me to turn on full moons and if I have an "episode". That's what we called my magic outbursts, when I couldn't control it we called it an episode moment. But we had a beautiful room made just for it and an easy spell to fix the things inside if any were to get broken. The room is hidden within my own real room and I was taught at a young age how to apperate to it. It took time to properly apperate without damaging myself of course, but the room was lovely as it could be for my situations. The room was hidden behind a bookshelf that you could pull a lever that also locks and it opens.

The room that is also to most a panic room and or safe room of types I suppose. Inside that room has thing so find calming, books I like to read muggle books to be precise. I like how the muggles think that we don't exist and write all about the possibilities and such. When we truly live under their noses this entire time for years. Anyway the room also has soundproofing, a soft bed in the corner that's extremely comfortable might I add. It also has plants and I can see the sky at night so when the stars show I have calm feelings. I love watching the stars and since the glass open room in the house has it too. Mum added it here in the safe room for me but it's just an illusion really.

It's a spell you can learn that makes you see the stars and it feels as though it's all real. It's a trick of the mind rather yet every time I had an episode my mind went blank in the fact it was only an illusion. The room also had a safety feature on it that I don't know much about of what it does or what it can do. It didn't bother me though because I was fine with my secret safety spot and whenever I had a moment or needed peace I'd go there. It was times like this memory that I needed to go there but didn't have time to apperate or be apperated there.
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It was dark out at the time, my birthday ballroom styled party was concluded an hour prior. I was sitting in my room when I got an overwhelming sense of pain rushing through my body. My senses heightened and I heard arguing downstairs when normally I couldn't hear a thing. It hurt and the more my parents argued the angrier I became and the more the pain seemed to rise. I stormed down the steps towards the arguing my hands sparked green as my eyes turned a green gold like color.

"Stop arguing" I growled

The froze mid argument and turned to me, mum gasped in shocked and father nodded knowingly of something I didn't at the time. During the time I was never made aware of my anger habits or the curse placed years ago at my birth.

"Why is it so bloody loud" I huffed

"Sweetie I need you to breath with me ok" mum said slowly walking closer

I felt as though something inside was tearing me apart from the inside out and it hurt.

"Stop it hurts" I screamed

I didn't take note of the fact the walls shook with my scream of agony and frustration. It didn't register to me that I was fighting against people and the beast inside was on the surface moments before it would be released. It wasn't until five grown men held me down and mum got to me did the reality hit and fear struck me.

"No stop let go" I thrashed against them but they were well built body guards at best

"Trinity dear, my little flower I need you to focus for a moment ok" father said softly