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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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There was a loud bang somewhere in reality, jerking me from my pleasant dreams, rushing over me like cold water.
"VIOLET!" the guards voice yelled as he yanked my door open, letting in the harsh light from the fluorescent bulbs that lined the hallways ceiling.
"Son-of-a-bitch..." I groaned.
I had woken up on my side, my cheek plastered to my pillow with blood that had seeped through the paper thin bandages. My head throbbed as he banged on the door with his wooden baton. I growled and shot up, throwing the small lamp beside my bed at his, missing him by inches as he tilted his head slightly causing it to crash into the wall, shattering into tiny pieces and landing on the floor with tiny tinkling noises.
"You little BITCH!" he growled as he bounded over to my bed, but I was faster. I jumped over my tattered covers and across the room, picking up one of the broken earthenware pieces and held it out, pointing it at him. A small smirk spread across his face. "Well, well. Aren`t we jumpy." I narrowed my eyes. "Get your ass dressed and to breakfast. The Head has an announcement." my eyes followed him as he walked across my room and slammed the door loudly.
I fell against the wall and slowly slid down, landing on my knees. I closed my eyes and took in a staggering breath, letting the piece of lamp fall from my fingers.
I was so tired.
I was always tired.
Reopening my eyes I got to my feet, pulling my sweater from the back of the door and putting it on before yanking the door open. I let out a loud sigh as the pop of the door against the frame echoed down the emptying hall.
It always got fucking stuck.
I started downstairs, only pausing when I heard a small voice behind me.
"Good morning, Violet."
I slowed and looked over my shoulder, seeing Addy walking a few steps behind me. I let out a small snort and turned back around, uninterested.
That girl had to be the strangest person in that place.
She would talk constantly about this house. That`s only thing she`d talk about, saying that anybody who lived there either died or went insane. And, when she wasn`t running somebody`s ear off about that she was staring out one of the windows in the game room, rocking slowly back and forth saying something that I always thought sounded like 'You`re going to regret it.'
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I looked up from the 'breakfast' that was smeared across my tray at the sound of a chair pulling out from my table, it`s feet screeching loudly against the crudely tiled floor. I watched the blonde haired boy flop down into the chair before me, sighing tiredly. I glanced around the filling cafeteria, counting.
There were four free tables...
...he still sat at mine.
I felt my belly start to tingle as I looked up through my hair at him, rolling my gaze over his profile as he stared to the side at the podium set up on the small stage by the double kitchen doors. I cleared my throat, looking back down at my tray.
"Good morning..." I said, pushing my food around with my fork, drawing a mindless pattern. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his jaw clench.
"If you can call it that." he replied curtly. I heard a flick of a lighter, the dull thud of a pack of cigarettes landing on the table and looked back up at him, feeling my breath leaving my lungs with a loud gust. For somebody who had been here almost a good week...he was flawless.
His fair skin seemed to glow in the dirty light that streamed through the window behind me, casting a halo like shine off his greasy golden hair. His slight lips were in no way lacking and the most appetizing shade of pink I had ever seen.
His black eyes turned and locked on mine and I snapped my head into profile, my eyes glued forward.
"I can`t look that bad..." he heard a smile in his voice as he spoke. I looked at him through the corner of my eyes and saw his eyes had turned away and were now looking down at his lap, a feeble smile barely visible until his bent head turned up and he looked straight at me.
Really looking at me for the first time.
As he took in my wilted and abused features his smile never faltered. His eyes were gentle as they roamed my face, caressing over the plains and crevasses of my bones.
"You on the other hand..." he trailed off, his smile widening a bit. I left the corners of my mouth turn up, wobbling a bit from the unusual feeling.
"Shut up." I mumbled, looking back down at my tray. A small chuckle floated up to my ears, causing my belly to, once again, start to tingle.
He suddenly spoke, his voice firm as he picked up on a topic right out of the blue.
"You asked me last night why I was being so nice to you...I wasn`t completely honest..." I looked up at his pause, his eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched as he searched for the right words. "Yes, part of itwas because you were nice to me but...I don`t know...you were just the first person who seemed to care." here he shrugged, pulling his ink stained hands onto the table between us. "This may sound corny but...that day when you said that I`ll be surprise at how much I can handle...and then seeing you come out like that-" he cut off and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "It made me believe what..you DIDN`T say...understand?" I felt myself slowly shake my head, my eyes jetting out to my right then back to his face.
"I have no clue..." he sighed, looking at me through red rimmed , sleepless eyes.
"If you had only said what you did...I wouldn`t have believed...but when I saw you looking at mangled and half dead I realized it was true...you made me believe."
I let out a short laugh.
"You make it sound like were in an after school special."
His eyes remained deathly sober.
"I`m serious..." he said. "If that hadn`t happened...I don`t think I would still be here." I felt my eyes soften for a split second before I looked down again, trying to bring back my cool demeanor.
"Yeah." I shook my head. "They wouldn`t have let you kill yourself anyway. Their always watching." I looked up and gestured to the guards strolling casually around the room, kicking patients chairs as they passed,making them tumble loudly to the ground.
Just to be the assholes that they were.
"I kinda figured..."
"No...I mean they are ALWAYS watching you. You can`t even take a shit without them knowing about it." I leaned in. "Some patients say that when their on lawn duty they even see them rooting around in the waste containers when people vomit. To see if they had taken any...unauthorized pills." his eyes were wide, his mouth distorted into a disgusted way.
"Seriously?" I shrugged.
"I don`t know...it`s all he said, she said." I sat back, the back rest of my chair groan under my weight. "But I wouldn`t put it passed them."
"No shit."
I stared up at the ceiling as we grew quiet, watching the grimy ceiling fan turn sluggishly, weighed down by all the smoke and dirt that had collected on it from years of it not being cleaned. It was lulling me into a false sense of sleep, letting me escape into my mind, into the beautiful images of the freedom I had never known...
...only to be drawn out by a voice.
And for once I didn`t mind.
"My names Tate, " the boy across from my said, and I looked back down at him. "Tate Langdon."
"Good morning." I heard the Doctors voice said, interrupting my impending response. He clasped his hands together and smiled a smiled I had seen many time over the years, and have never like. "We have a new venture for you all to take part in..." at this his dark eyes shifted towards me, taking on a evilly giddy look.
It made me sick.
I looked back at the blonde boy...at Tate, and looking at him right then, his pale cheeks holding a slight pink flush, his messy golden halo of hair falling into his black, reddened, swollen eyes from tears shed all through the night, the same few words echoed in my head.
Just one paragraph.
Just one.
And it fit him so well.
That spark I didn`t see before...that little twinkle in his eyes...I saw it then as he looked up at the 'great' doctor. Bloodlust oozing from him with such intensity I felt my heart speed up.
'THE DEVIL IS REAL. AND HE`S NOT A LITTLE RED MAN WITH HORNS AND A TAIL. HE CAN BE BEAUTIFUL. BECAUSE HE IS A FALLEN ANGEL. AND HE USED TO BE GODS FAVORITE.
Was I feeling...?
What was I feeling?
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