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Aversion House	By : AmberAutopsy Category: 1 through F > American Horror Story Views: 2086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I stepped out of the bathroom, wiping my wet hands on the back of my hospital gown as I looked around, scanning the faces around me. I had woken up this morning to the familiar sounds of machines whirring downstairs in the doctors lab. And it didn`t take a genius to figure out who his latest victim was. The loud clanking vibrating through my floor, shaking my bed violently. The cold clanking of metal instruments echoing down the long, empty halls as screams of pain shattering through the air. I had pulled my pillow over my head and covered my ears, but they still got through. Piercing my ears with their pleas, reminding me just how hopeless we all were here...
...how lonely...
That morning at breakfast everybody pretended not to notice when he walked in.
But it was obvious.
Conversations came to a halt mid sentence, eyes were averted, utensils shifted noisily against the tables. It was always like this when new people came...spent their first night there...nobody knew what to do.
What to say.
But the truth is...there was nothing to say.
What COULD you say? 'Hey...sorry your family sent you off to hell.'?
I spotted his blonde head, ducked over the table he was seated at, the furthest table from the door...the table facing the wall. He was just sitting there staring at his hands. Everybody around him was turned away. Engrossed in whatever heedless thing they were doing. Not even saying one word to him.
I sighed and started over, my palms suddenly sweaty. I wiped them on my skirt as I stepped up to him, slipping silently into the chair next to him. I sat there for a few seconds, waiting for him to look up at least, but he didn`t.
For the first time in...god knows how long...I actually felt bad.
"Hi..."I said, bowing my head trying to catch his eye, but unable to through his through his bangs. "You alive?" he took in a shuttering breath, his head raising slightly, just enough for his black eyes, nothing but little slits, to look up at me. The left was black, from his cheek up to his eyebrow, the white part of his eye red and splotchy. "You had your first session, huh?" his eyebrows pulled together and his nose crinkled.
"What was..." his voice was soft, timid. I looked down. I remembered being that way. I shrugged. "Why...?"
"Because they can?" I said, putting my hands up on the table between us, my bandaged fingers lightly tapping on the chipped surface. "Nobody cares about people in psycho houses. The doctors here can basically do whatever they want. No rules. No consequences "
"God." he said, dropping his head, letting it fall onto his arms that were crossed on the table. I sighed and looked around at all the people staring, their eyes wide, switching between us. I narrowed mine, causing them to scatter. "I can`t take this."
"You`ll be surprised at just how much you find you can handle here." I leaned back, crossing my arms over my chest as he sat up and slumped in his chair, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. "Don`t look so damn down, dude...you only have the rest of your life." I stood and stepped up to his side, raising my hand to place it on his shoulder then, thinking twice, slowly letting it fall back to my side, the defeated look on his face crushing me.
Why was I feeling like this...
...I didn`t care about other people.
All they did was get in the way.
"Hey..." my voice came out soft for some reason, nearly lost amongst the noise in the room. But still, he heard it, tilting his head up, looking up at me through scared eyes. This boy was not a killer. Any idiot could tell that. "...it`ll be okay..." he nodded slowly, unconvinced, and looked back down into his lap, rubbing the coarse tan fabric of his pants haltingly with his palms.
I shook my head as I walked away, my eyebrows once again pulling together.
That boy should not be here.
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"NO!" I screamed as they pulled me into the doctors lab, towards the brown leather chair. I jerked my body around, trying to free myself from their grasps, but the Morphine they had injected me with was taking effect, making me sleepy...limp...weak. I bit my lip as they pushed me down and started strapping my arms and legs to the chair, fastening my head to the head rest.
"Hello, Violet." I looked to my right and saw the doctor entering, slipping his pen into his jacket pocket. He looked at me through evil black eyes, his bald head shining dimly under the harsh light that hung above my head. "How are you today?"
"Fuck you!" I spat, whipping my head in his direction, feeling my eyes flash. The small grin that was spread across his thin lips spread a little further, making my stomach turn.
"Now, now..." he stopped at my side, pressing a button on the side of the arm rest, making the chair fold back, spreading my body out straight, the skin of my wrists and ankles straining against the tight metal cuffs. "...thats no kind of language for a girl your age..." I felt myself wince as he drew closer, letting me see the bits of food from lunch stuck in his neatly trimmed beard. "How long have you been here, Violet? Almost ten years...am I right?"
"Too long..." he chuckled lightly at my words.
"Yes, yes, yes. But, anyway, in those say ten years, nobody has ever witnessed you talking to any of the other patients...and yet, this very day, a nurse witnessed you talking to the new boy." he said, I squinted my eyes as he pushed the light down, closer towards my face. "Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Why now. Why this situation...why him?"
"Why not him?" again, he chuckled.
"Do not speak in rhymes to me, Miss, Harmon." his voice became chilling. I let out a loud cry as he picked up a steel surgery knife from the table beside him and drug it across the skin of my arm, digging deeper and deeper as he spoke. "I don`t like little girls who throw out sarcastic 'witty' comments!" his voice turned into a growl here as he pushed the knife into my arm. I screamed in pain, watching the razor like blade disappear into my body through slitted eyes.
"EAT SHIT YOU CRAZY FUCK!" my voice echoed around the dome shaped room, bouncing off one wall after the other, making it ten times louder then it had originally been. "YOU SAY I`M CRAZY, THAT EVERYBODY HERE IS CRAZY! BUT THE TRUTH IS YOU ARE THE MOST PSYCHOTIC ONE IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE! YOU ARE THE ONE THAT SHOULD BE TIED DOWN AND BEATEN DAY AFTER DAY!" my breath came fast as I ended, my chest heaving up and down, my throat flaming. I stared up at him, seemingly unfazed by my words, until slowly, his eyes turned darker, taking on such an evil shade it was almost like I was looking at the very devil himself. As fast as lightening the fist holding the knife shot up, only to come soaring back down. My mind spun out of control as he sliced my face, smacking my head side to side as he did so.
"Get her done with." he snarled, glancing into my hateful eyes briefly before turning and heading through the thick brown door off in the corner, retreating back into his office. My weary eyes followed the nurses as they bustles around me, bumping occasionally into the chair I was tied to or the several small metal tables scattered around the room. My heart beat hastened as I watched one of the nurses start towards me, an ancient, oxidized speculum in her gloved hand.
"No..." I said when I felt the other nurses clammy hands grasp my mangled cheeks, holding my head completely still. I closed my eyes tight, only to have them pried back open again. NO!" I screamed, but it was useless. I sat, pathetically trying to pry my head from their grasp as they fastened it around my head, slipping the ragged edged hooks under my eyelids, forcing them to stay open. A sharp needle poke in my left eye took me by surprise, causing my body to tense up.
The last thing I heard was my scream...feeling it rip through my throat as I felt their latex covered fingers worming around on my stomach, the cold press of a blade slicing through my skin.
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I stumbled down the hallway, my hands trailing along the dirty wall beside me for support. As I reached the stairs I bent forward, laying my sweaty forehead against the railing, feeling my legs give way I slid down until I crashed to the floor with a loud clatter, pulling the curtains from the window down with me, casting a dusty glow on our dismal lives. People turned towards me, squinting in the sudden burst of bright light.
I but my lip and swallowed my shame as I reached up an arm, trying to grasp the railing again. I screamed as my side throbbed, the quiet pop of stitches reaching my ears as I pulled my arms against me, rocking back and forth.
'Your pathetic.' the voice in my head said, appearing out of nowhere. 'How sad...useless little Violet can`t even get herself off the floor.'
"Stop..." I said, slamming my eyes shut, covering my face with my hands. "SHUT UP!" I felt tears starting to brim my eyes just as a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around me, pulling me gently to my feet. I felt a small ping of fear run through my body as I turned my head up to see who it was.
Messy blonde hair...pale skin...bottomless black eyes...
...that`s all I saw through my tear blurred vision.
"C`mon." his voice said, quietly. He started leading me slowly up the stairs, his hand laying gingerly against the oozing stitches. "Where`s your room?"
I can`t remember answering, but I must have, because the next thing I knew I was sitting up on my bed, the boy pulling my blood stained gown off me, throwing it uncaringly behind him, placing my blanket over my shoulders as he went to my dresser to get a new one. When he turned he held the standard dull, eggshell colored gown I had been wearing sense I was six. I watched him walk over, slipping his hands into the sleeves.
"Here." he said simply. I narrowed my eyes.
What was with him and the one word things.
"Why are you being this way?" he looked confused as my words.
"What way?"
"Nice." I said, my voice coming out slightly harsher than I had meant it to. "Nobody is nice here. Not unless they want something." his eyebrows pulled together.
"I don`t want anything..." he shook his head slowly, pushing the open dress further towards me as I shivered. "I just want to help..."
"...why...?"
He just shrugged, his eyes searching my face for a moment. "Because you were nice to me earlier." I opened my mouth to speak only to shut it again, finding that I had nothing to say. "Off." his voice said once more, breaking through my thoughts. I realized I had just been sitting there deep in thought in nothing but my underwear and blanket, freezing. "Your cold." I nodded somewhat and dropped the blanket from my shoulders, letting him slip my gown over me and pull my arms through. I looked up at him and I straightened it over my bra. His face was mostly darkened by shadows from my dark room.
"Thanks..." I said, lowering my eyes.
"No problem."
And with that he was gone, shutting the door to my room quietly behind him, pausing only to snap on the small lamp beside him as he left.
I felt a small smile spread across my face at the small gesture.
That night all was quiet.
He chased the darkness away...
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