𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 [JJBA AU]

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'I could use a Shower...' Trish thought to herself as she stood infront of the Full-body Mirror, Brushing her hair with shaky hands as she tried to get her mind off of her situation. ' But I don't know what kind of Bathing Products this guy has..' Trish smacked her lips. 'Ugh, I'm kinda thirsty too... But I'm too scared to go downstairs to Grab something... and I doubt these guys have Mineral Water like Mom di-'

Mom

The simple thought of her Mother almost made Trish drop her Hairbrush. She looked over at her bag, which she placed on the Chair to the Desk, and stepped over to it. She set her hairbrush down on the desk and shuffled around her Clothes until her fingers hit a Picture frame. Pulling it out, Trishs heart ached when she saw the picture.

It was of Her and her Mother, a Brunette woman with shoulder length hair. Both had faint smiles on their Faces. Trish held the picture close to her heart as she used her Free hand to rummage around to grab the other framed picture of her Mother.

This one had a better shot of her; Fair skin, Chestnut hair that curled up at the bottom, bright blue eyes, and plump lips. In the picture,  her arms were crossed and placed atop a sort-of Stone Pillar with purple flowers growing on the side. Behind the woman was a lake with a Building on the other side.

Trish carefully set the two Framed Pictures on the desk, setting them up beside each other before grabbing her brush and continuing to brush her hair. But instead of turning to face the Mirror again, she insisted focused on the pictures of her Mother.

Trish let out a hum as she closed her eyes, trying to imagine that her Mother was the one brushing her hair. She imagined the things her Mother would say to her, The pet names she would call her, How she would ask Trish how her day at school was just so she could get in on the Gossip that happened in the Highschool.

Trish bit her lip as hard as she could to prevent Tears from forming, before she eventually opened her eyes again to face Reality again.

Her Mother was Dead.

The Young girl stood in place, hairbrush in hand, as her Brain swarmed with that thought.

My Mother is Dead. My Mother is Dead. My Mother is Dead. My Mother is- SHUT UP!!

Trish slammed the Hairbrush on the Desk and stormed over to the Bed.

Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up

She climbed under the duvet as tears began to spill on her cheeks, covering her Head with a Pillow in an attempt to somehow Smother herself. She breathed heavily into the pillow, trying her best to not break down and sob.

After a few Moments, Trish threw the pillow up and away from her face, inhaling the Cold air around her. Dio mio, she was Thirsty. Who knew that two minutes of huffing into a pillow could make you so thirsty?

Trish threw the Duvet off of her body, and stood up. She wanted to go downstairs to get something to drink. Risotto told her himself that she had full access to the Fridge and Cabinets. But two problems: 1) She didn't even know where the kitchen was! And 2) there was no way she was going back downstairs to those men and have them ogle her like some kind of Zoo Animal.

The Teen sat back down on the bed, staring at her socked feet as she thought of what to do. The bathroom was right outside, maybe she could simply drink from the Sink? While she did that, she could have a quick look at the Bathing Products.

That sounded like a Plan! Kill Two birds with one Stone!

Trish stood up and fixed the Ugly dress she had been wearing underneath her now discarded cloak. The Dress wasn't really her style; it was just a simple Dress with no Sleeves, and the whole thing was Black. Apparently it and the cloak was meant to help her 'blend in' with the darkness of the Night.