Title: Personal Demons
Status: Complete
Characters: Trish, Trish's Mom and Anon
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Off
Author: Anonymous


:::::Original 4chan Trish Short Story Summary:::::
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>Instead in the AnonXTrish romance line Anon follows Trish home to help her with practice and homework, she insists they don't do it at her house. Anon convinces her otherwise.
>Anon hears arguing inside. Trish goes into a sort of emotional shutdown mode when they both get to the door.
>Trish wants to delay the practice until tomorrow at lunch
>Anon insists on practicing and how much it means to her
>She breathes in a shaky deep breath and walks in first
>Anon walks in and is met with a pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol stained carpet.
>Pissed off trigger boyfriend storms out calling Trish's mom a drunk whore and storms off.
>Trish quickly pushes anon up the stairs while her drunk mother stumbles from the couch to the door.
>Trish's mom yells profanities back at him while Trish's baby sister is crying in the crib in the living room. Trish quickly grabs the baby and calms her.
>Trish's mom commands Trish to get her another beer. Trish meekly obeys in a weak voice, very unlike her personality at school. Her eyes always staring at the floor.
>Trish's mom ignorantly scolds her about men and how useless they are, regurgitating comments she read on social media.
>After a bit Trish sneaks away from her prying mother and goes upstairs with anon waiting at her bedroom door.
>Trish threatens Anon that she'll gore him if anyone outside of her circle of friends were to find out about her private life.


Trish: "Look we don't need to practice at my house. We can practice with the guys at lunch."

Anon: "Well, you 'can' practice during lunch but..."

Anon points to the backpack full of books.

Anon: "Still need to study."

Trish rolls her eyes and agrees.

The closer we get to the door the more...small.... Trish starts to look and not in a 'body height' sort of way. It was like every step closer to the door was leeching the life out of the spunky teen and transforming her into a timid girl.

They hear arguing from inside the house. Furniture is being shoved around.

The arguing dies down.

Trish slows her pace and cringes. She turns to Anon.

Trish: "You should go, we can study tomorrow."

Anon: "It'll be fine Trish, we'll tell them we'll be upstairs studying for the exams."

Anon standing next to her wraps one arm around Trish and gives a snug shoulder hug.

Trish: Ah- Don't you touch me, skinnie or I'll punch you right in the balls.

Anon complies and shrugs.
Trish whispers something to herself then anxiously takes a deep breath and lets out a shaky sigh.
Right before anon turns the knob the door is flung wide open, an angry triceratops in a wife beater undershirt and ripped up jeans storms out, separating Trish and Anon apart. An odor of pungent cigarette smoke and stale, alcohol stained carpet followed him from inside the house. He turns around into the doorway and shouts.

Angry Boyfriend: "Bitch you thought I wouldn't find out about that shit with you and Marco?"

Trish's Mom: "I-it wasn't like that, he'sh jusht- was there! A-and we accidentally drank to much a-'hic'-and he was bein' so nice and- uh-" 

Angry Boyfriend: "And 'uh- uh- uh', Trigga bitch, I'm done! 'Fuck on outta here with your excuses!"

Trish's Mom: "w-Wait-'hic'- baby!"

Her mom starts stumbling towards the door from the living room, knocking down a lamp and bumping into a table. Anon could see Trish's kid sister crying in the living room inside of a playpen as Spongegar Rockpants plays on the TV in the background. Trish's mom leans on the porch railing crying the most artificial sob it'd make soap opera actors vomit.
The unfathomably uncomfortable cringe in the air would make milk instantly curdle into cheese.
The angry boyfriend storms off towards his car parked on the sidewalk. Every step he took made Trishes mom get even more angrier.

Trish's Mom: "Wait you fucking ass-'hic'-hole! I'm talking to you!"

Angry Boyfriend: "Drunk ass skank!" *Car door slams*

Trish's mom throws an empty beer bottle at the car but drastically misses with a loud shatter on the pavement.
Trish immediately runs to her kid sister, picks her up out of the playpen and hushes the distressed child down. She quietly whispering curses at her mom, telling Raptor Jesus to just kill her now, and reassuring and calming the sniveling toddler.
Trish turns to you briefly, her eyes scanning the floor for her sisters favorite Patar Star toy. You can see the embarrassment in her distraught teary eyes.


Anon was stupified.
'This far from the Trish I know in school...' Anon thought

Trish huskily whispers: "A-anon go upstairs and wait for me at my bedroom door. Please!"

Mom: "That- That fucking asshole Trigga fuck!" 

Her mom bashes into a coffee table on her way back on to the couch. Her eyes smeared with wet eyeliner.

Mom: "Trish! Get me another beer."

Trish silently obeys as she puts her sister down back in the playpen, her eyes don't seem to leave the floor.
She comes back with the beer from the kitchen. She expertly pops the cap off with the side of the well abused coffee table.

Trish said in a shallow voice: "Mom I brought one of my friends to study for a-"
Mom: "Trish, do you know what men are good for...?"
Trish: "No, uh n-no mom..."
Mom: "Nothing. Ab-so-lutely Fuh--king Nuh-Thing!"

She waves her newly lit cigarette around the couch, pocked with ash burns.

Mom: "This is why you should never EVER respect men because they will never respect you for the woman you are! They'll take advantage of you! They'll lie to you! They'll spit on you! They'll rape you! And then after all is said and done, they'll leave you! They won't do anything good for you and-(rant continues)"

Her mom was unknowingly yelling at her as if they were in an argument. Trish's head sank in between her shoulders as she stood there silently looking at the ground. Her mother not realizing just continued on with her spat.

Anon was upstairs listening to the drivel. 'Wasn't she the one who was cheating??' Anon thought.

Trish raises her gaze towards her toddler sister. Her mother was carelessly sprinkling ashes and smoke towards her way as she was playing with her wooden blocks. Her kid sister starts a quiet coughing fit with a slight wheeze at the end of every cough.

Trish interrupts her mother's rant.

Trish: M-mom, didn't the doctor say to -*She paused*
Her mother was giving her a sassy headshake with a raised brow, waiting for Trish to finish her sentence
Trish: - To stop smoking near Tana?

Mom: "EXCUSE ME?! Girl, you don't tell me what I can and can't do in my own household."
Trish: "But mom it's not health-"
Mom: "Trigga, who pays the bills? Who feeds you two? Who bought you those clothes?? Who under this Raptor Jesus given green earth gave birth to you?"
Trish shallowly: "You did- but mom"
Mom: "Don't but mom me child. Tana is fine, a little smoke ain't gonna hurt her. My momma and her gra'momma before her smoked around the kids and we grew up fine."

She takes another swig of beer bottle and motions Trish away as she resumes browsing Facebook on her phone.

Trish turns away and grits her teeth in a tearful frustration. From a mixture of anger and worry she was attempting to quietly hyperventilate on her way upstairs but every breath would seize up when a puff of smoke would touch her lungs.

After Trish wass unintentionally scolded by her mother, she rushes upstairs to her room to find Anon standing quietly against the wall of her doorway.

Trish's eyes resembled a miserable abused puppy's. The excruciating embarrassment of having Anon: that dorky looking skinnie spear chucker, see how she lived was more painful than any physical harm she had ever experienced before. Her eyes teared up from both overwhelming frustration and emotional anguish. Trying to search her memories of even more painful experiences; Her father leaving the family behind. Her first break up in Primary school. The public embarrassment of Naser's concert. Hoping to find something to fall back on to reassure to herself that "It's okay I've gone through worse". She couldn't find it. She needed to funnel her anger and frustration into something. She turned to Anon.

Tough girl Trish briefly snaps back into reality and holds anon by his shirt collar:

Trish: "If you tell anyone, ANYONE at school about this, I will personally gore you and pin you to the wall of the auditorium."

Her fury was ignited and burning with a passion. Her hand clenched white and blood hot. She was the boss again and she was in control.

She see looks into Anon's eyes expecting to see fear, disdain, irked disgust, or even defiance; what she saw in Anon's eyes wasn't what she was expecting from him at all. A deep pity and bleeding sympathy. 

Anon: "Trish. Are-"

That dripping sorrow in Anon's eyes made Trish look away and wince as if her soul was cut. The flame in her instantly extinguished by her shame and her blood ran cold. She turned away from anon and embraced herself for comfort.

Trish: "Anon, I-i think you should go. I need to be alo-"

Her legs began to grow weak. The futility of her tough girl act was weighing her down physically and she was at the verge of breaking down and sobbing herself to unconsciousness.

She felt two arms wrap around her from behind and embrace her. Anon's head rested in between her horns. At that moment she felt a warmth she hasn't felt for a very long time. This warmth enveloped her body and released the cold clutch of hatred, anguish, and depression that was strangling her for so long.

Anon whispered: "Everything is going to be alright. You. You're going to be alright."

She shivered when hearing those words, the exact words she read in a human x dino romance novel she has secretly stowed away in her backpack. She slowly looked up to Anon. His eyes were closed, his complexion soft. He swaddled over her like an umbrella keeping the storm clouds away. She couldn't stop staring at anon as they stood there silently. Trish could feel a kind of emotional static charge build up inside her of which she couldn't really explain.

 They both froze in place for a time. She, hoping that moment would last forever; and he, his heart bleeding out for her after the realization of what she was going through on possibly a daily basis.

Like a weight lifted from her chest she snapped back into reality, took a slow deep breath and nudged anon away. Anon awakens from the trance and reorients himself.

(And this is where I get tired and BS it.)

Anon: So uh... we should...
He points to the room with the backpacks lying inside.

Trish: Uh yeah-yeah the exam.
Trish's voice pitch was higher. She angled her head, adjusted her hair and fluttered her wet eyes at him as she walked past him into the room and for a brief moment Anon thought he saw her smiling gleefully.

[Later on...]
>The reason why Trish strives to be apart of a successful band at such a young age.
>How she feels about Fang and controlling Fangs' ideology.
>More indepth exploration on why she's so controlling over others.
>Why Trish has such drastically different personas.
>Mother/Father issues. 