Chroah - "Trevor"

The Attack

With an aggravated sigh, a distressed Noah dispenses of all the empty soda cans in their room into a large bin bag, the cans clattering against each other upon impact. They shuffle through their cabinet, scavenging for any loose papers to throw out. Suddenly, a small, folded note catches Noah's eye. With a nervous sweat, they open the folded paper up; what a mistake Noah has made. As their eyes scan the top sentence on the page, they realise exactly what this is - the note Trevor had given them, promising them eternal happiness and even marriage. The name echoed in Noah's mind. The echoing wouldn't cut it out, not even for a moment.

"...N-No...NO!" Noah screams as they fling the paper away from them, cowering at the mere thought of Trevor. The note falls gently to the floor, just inches away from Noah's feet. Beginning to tremble, Noah frantically darts their eyes around the room, as if they were looking for something, or someone. A small, black, misty shadow is seen emerging, though Noah looks away quickly to avoid eye contact with it.

"This...NO. NO!" Suddenly, Noah thrusts himself backwards and collapses, cowering in fear and quickly shifting into the fetal position, violently shaking. Through their point of view, we're brought back to Summer 2013, just before school would start up. Noah's room was basically the same, with the exception of strictly feminine clothing and other items as such. On the bed sat Noah, and beside them, Trevor. Noah had their hair longer, and it was dyed red, orange, and blonde. Trevor, on the other hand, had a typical skater hair style, yet his wardrobe was similar to that of a typical fuck-boy. Noah looked forlorn then, and was hunched over and faced away from Trevor, who was staring wide-eyed at the terrified (at the time) girl before him. His face wore a scowl of disgust and hatred. His eyes pierced like flames. On Noah's left wrist was a bandage, which was bloodied to all Hell. Tears streamed down Noah's face as they trembled slightly.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that? Why the fuck do you keep doing that to yourself?! Can't you see how fucking pathetic that is?!" Trevor screamed at Noah, his voice echoing like mad throughout the room. Noah couldn't come up with the courage to reply. They were too choked up by tears to respond, although they greatly wanted to. This caused Noah to only tremble more.

"HELLO?! I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!" Again, Trevor's prodigious voice boomed like thunder, ringing Noah's poor eardrums, which were now dull to the constant verbal harassment provided daily by the demon beside them. Trevor's scowl only became angrier as each second passed where Noah couldn't come up with the right words to make a statement for themselves. Noah, in a nervous habit, slowly felt the linen bandage around their wrist, the blood still fresh and warm from what had happened. In disgust, Trevor shook his head, his eye then twitching like mad. His pupils seemed to then display flames of agitation.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU WANT TO END YOUR LIFE SO BADLY?! WHY DON'T I HELP YOU?!" As Trevor bellowed this, Noah instantly jumped back in panic, their eyes widening.

"NO! FUCKING DON-" Noah was cut off by a pair of burlesque hands wrapping around their throat and pinning them to the bed. Trevor towered over the poor, frail teen, who gagged and attempted to cough, whacking at Trevor's arms as best as they could. Tears poured from their eyes, which were so grey from the hopelessness. Trevor grabbed Noah's neck even harder, squeezing it with all his might; Noah was trapped. This was surely the end. The oxygen was running low. They were losing their life - it was slipping away.

"Why me..?" The only thought that ran through Noah's mind; Noah had done nothing to deserve this. Why was this happening to them? Why were they about to die at the hands of a psychopathic lover? Just as it seemed Noah was about to completely lose consciousness, the flashback ceases - yet Noah is on the ground, kicking and swinging their arms, as if someone were there.

"S-S-STOP!! STOP!!!!" Noah screams, tears streaming down their face. "I'LL STOP CUTTING! I'LL STOP! I'LL STOP!!!!"

Noah opens their eyes yet only screams and whimpers even more. From their point of view, Trevor is seen, towering over Noah, his arms around their neck, but no pain is felt. This Trevor is only a hallucination, a fake, a demon. But to Noah, he's everything but fake. Noah swings their arms around, attempting to prevent this demon from frightening them. Noah opens their eyes and sees Trevor has released their neck, but still stands before them, grinning like mad and staring with lifeless, white pupil eyes. Panic-stricken, Noah stares, trembling. Too terrified to move, too terrified to scream - this is Noah's typical routine whenever Trevor pops himself into their room.