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Aversion House	By : AmberAutopsy Category: 1 through F > American Horror Story Views: 2020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Okay, Violet." the woman said, setting her recorder down on her shiny black metal desk, its soft whirring causing it to sputter out of her hand. "Just...tell me whatever you remember."
I was silent as I watched her put a piece of coffee soaked paper under her recorder to stop the sputtering.
"You are stupid." I said bluntly and rather out of the blue, causing her head to jerk up and look at me through curious, slightly offended eyes.
"How am I stupid." This wasn`t a question.
She was belittling me, trying to trick me into spilling my whole life at her sensible shoe`d feet. Sweeping a hand at the paper, I collected myself.
"The paper." I said simply. " You are stupid for allowing your disgusting coffee to spill all over its blank surface." I said, looking into her eyes again. "For all you know it could have held the potential to be something amazing. But, of course, In your hands it would be impossible. You`d just turn it into some sort of monster like you think I am, taking down all your 'notes' as you call them."
She tilted her head at me, a small smile playing at the corners of her rather thin lipped mouth.
"You are very good with words, Violet."
I wrinkled my nose and looked away, towards the barred window that stood a few feet away from my chair.
"I dont remember much, but from what I`m told, I was a very difficult child." I said, ignoring her compliment and getting back onto subject. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her shake her head, some of her blonde hair falling from her barrett and down the sides of her face.
"I want to know what YOU remember." She clarified, her words slow and measured, like I was stupid. I looked back at her through narrowed eyes.
"Like I said, I don`t remember much. I do remember being very unhappy though." The chains around my wrists and ankles clanked together as I shifted slightly, leaning across the table towards her,making her lean back slightly. "I loved playing with the other kids."
"The Nuns who took care of you said that you used to," here she paused to look down at her notes that where tucked away on her lap out of my view. "that you used to...torment the other kids relentlessly. They said you had no friends expect this invisible little boy named Thaddeus." she looked up at me. "Who was Thaddeus, Violet." I smiled and looked up at her through my eyelashes.
"I suppose you want me to say he`s the little voice inside my head that tells me to do all the bad things, don`t you, ." I sighed and sat back in my chair, mindlessly spinning a pen that had fallen from her bag and slid over to me. "He was just an imaginary friend."
"Do you still see him, Violet? Is he here now?" her voice took on that slow, exaggerated tone again as she spoke. I snorted and threw my head like a horse, shoving the pen across the table at her.
"I am not nine anymore, Mrs. Montgomery." my eyes narrowed as I spoke. "He went away to where all good little imaginary freaks go. To another sniffling little shit." she took the hint and changed the subject, once again looking down at her lap at her hidden notes.
"Have you thought about your parents lately?" she asked and I clenched my jaw in response.
"Why would I think about them?
"Well..." I watched her pat her mess of curly blonde hair nervously. "They are your parents-"
"Really now?!" I snapped, cutting her off mid sentence. "IF they really ARE my parents why did they dump me at a fucking convent? Huh? If they are my parents why weren`t they there for my first birthday? Or second? or third?" I stopped and took a deep breath. "Do you have any children?" she paused.
"I did...he died." I watched as a weird look rose up in her eyes. I felt a small smirk tug at the corners of my bruised mouth, pulling the sore skin painfully. She had to be the dumbest psycho therapist I had ever encounter thus far. Rule one: never reveal personal information to your patients.
They WILL extort it and use it against you.
"Did it die inside you?" her head snapped up at my words, her sunny personality suddenly dropping off as a dark shadow passed across her eyes like a hand waving in front of a lamp. I felt my smile widen as I leaned closer, my chest pressing against the cool metal of the table. "It did, didn`t it! Or...maybe it`s true what the LOVELY nurses around here have been gossiping about...maybe it was chopped up and delivered to you, causing you to drive your husband crazy from all your sobbing that he actually sewed it back together for you...tell me Mrs. Montgomery...is that true?"
"How did they..."
"A little birdie told them." I sliced the air between us with my hand, fluttering my dirty fingers. She stared at me wide-eyed for a moment as I sat and waited for her to speak. When she didn`t I sighed. "You are very dull when your in shock. I think I want to leave now."
"I..." was all she managed to say. I rolled my eyes and turned my head towards the peeling metal door that stood to my left.
"We are done now." I called to the guard that stood on the other side. I turned back towards her as I heard keys jingling, rattling around in the lock. "If you`ll excuse me...I have some very invasive 'scientific' tests to be subjected to."
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I sat in the common area slowly carving small doodles in the wooden table with my thumb nail as I stared out the window, watching as an on coming black car glinted in the dim late afternoon sun, covered with pine needles from the couple dozen or so blue spruces that lined the long winding drive that lead to this place. I remembered when those had been put in so many years ago. The head nurse had made such a big to do about it and about how excited she was that the Doctor had taken her suggestions about making the outside more welcoming.
'Yeah,' I remember thinking. 'make the outside shine so more people will come, but people are still going to dull when they come in here and you suck every original thought and feeling out of them.'
All she wanted was to get into the Doctors pants. And when she finally did she disappeared for a few months, coming back looking gaunt and hopeless. Like the very life had been sucked from her bones. All she did was paddle around the long halls, occasionally yelling at somebody to fix there bed or to flush the small toilet in their room, but her heart never seemed in it anymore.
She was found a couple weeks later hanging in the kitchen from the rafters, her wrists slashed and wads of her own mousy brown hair clenched in her fists. She was replaced with a young, bouncy red head that liked to leave little to the imagination and took pride in making the male patients, and some of the female ones even, drool as she passed. Flipping her curls and looking suggestively at all the old, crinkled doctors that worked in that place.
I narrowed my eyes and refocused on that dusty black car that was now pulling up to the grand, cement staircase that stood outside, a lovely red carpet lining the stairs.
How fitting.
A richly blood red carpet laid out to lead you straight into hell.
I sighed and laid my chin in my palm as my elbow rested on the chess table, my eyes growing heavy as I watched a small, softly built man in a perfectly pressed navy blue suit stepped out of the car and slam the door behind him. My eyes instantly snapped back open as a small glint of metal shone as he adjusted his jacket over his blindingly white shirt, buttoning it once in the middle.
"A gun..." I heard myself mumble.
That guy was a cop.
I scooted my chair noisily across the glossy wooden floor and flopped down, crossing my arms on the window pane, my breath fogging up the cool glass. My eyes watched his every movement, just waitingfor him to open that door. Having somebody dropped off by a cop was a very rare thing. As in, the last time a cop was here was when I arrived.
I glued my eyes as he reached for the handle, wetting my chapped lips as he slowly pulled it open, feeling my held breath leave my lungs with an audible whoosh as a blonde head appeared.
"A boy?!" I nearly shouted, standing up, shoving the chair back in the process. Yes, it was a boy. A simple, blonde haired, lanky boy wearing a black hoodie under a long black coat.
I was majorly let down as I watched the cop pull his arms behind his back and fasten handcuffs around his wrists. THAT guy needed a cop to get him here?
He looked like one of those guys that took bugs that had wondered into their house back outside instead of doing the normal thing and slicing their wing off with a knife and leaving them on the hot window sill. I squinted my eyes as he looked up at the window where I stood, his black eyes locking with mine as one of the last few rays of sun streaked across his face, lighting his fair skin up like crystals, a few red droplets and streaks were the only things that held any sort of color on his skin.
'Probably tore his little ketchup packet to far at school.' I thought, snorting and turning away, finding myself face to face with one of the guards chests. I stumbled back in shock, slamming back into the table and causing it to crash loudly to the floor.
I could feel my heart beat slowing as my eyes turned to slits as they rolled over his crude features.
"You`re being disruptive." he said, his voice low and gravelly. I rolled my eyes.
"If you`re talking about the table that was your fault." there was a low rumble in his chest at my words. He reached out a meaty hand and grabbed my hand, my wrist instantly lost in his grasp as he pulled me up against him, my toes barely touching the floor.
"I`m just about sick of your attitude, Violet!" he snarled, his rank breath caressing my face like the unwanted hand that was currently making its way slowly towards my ass.
"How about I slice that rancid tongue right out of your mouth." I hissed back. "You brush your teeth about as much as you shower, don`t you." it wasn`t a question. His frown deepened and he yanked my arm back, making me cry out in pain as I stumbled farward, closer against his body.
"Mind yourself girl." he pulled me back up and shoved me forward. "Your not as tough as your pretty little head thinks you are." I set my jaw and let him lead me out of the common area by my arm towards the spiral stairs that let up stairs to the patients rooms.
If you could even call them rooms.
"Yes," I heard a man say as we passed through the doorway and into the lobby. I saw the cop from before standing with one of the Doctors off to the corner. for being as small of a man that he was his voice certainly carried. "This is the boy."
"What boy?" the Doctor asked, looking, slightly confused, shaking his balding head as he pulled a small spiral notebook from his jackets pocket. "I don`t remember having a new patient arriving today."
"Hey, this is where I was told to take the little monster." the cop said, holding his thin hands up in the air. "He`s your problem now, pal." my eyes skipped over the other heads in the lobby and landed on the boy that was standing almost in the game room, talking quietly to one of the older nurses, his head bowed.
"What...exactly did this boy do?" I heard the doctors voice ask. I felt my ears perk up. I was suddenly very interested.
"He apparently, " here his voice lowered, making me lean forward a little to hear. "took a shot gun to school and shot a few teachers and some students."
"Jesus christ..." the Doctor said. My eyebrows rose, my disappointment lightening slightly at the new information.
"Move!" the guard behind me snarled, giving me a harsh shove in my back, making me trip forward, barely catching myself on the banister. I glanced back at the boy as the man behind me took my elbow again, leading me forward. I caught his eyes once again and staring into those bottomless black depths I still couldn`t see it...
...I didn`t see that certain little..flicker.
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I sat in the corner of my room, my head bowed, my fingers digging into my skull as I rocked slowly back and forth, staring at the wall opposite of me, my eyes straining in the darkness.
"You`re worthless." the voice in my head said and I set my jaw, grinding my teeth as it echoed.
"No, I`m not." I said, my voice soft, unsure.
"Bullshit." it said again. "Your own parents didn`t even love you. And they were MADE to love you." the voice grew smooth and amused as it taunted me.
"No!" I yelled, dragging my nails down my temples, feeling my skin prickle under my nails.
"Nobody wants you!" it said again. "Your all alone!"
"SHUT UP!" I screamed and threw myself at my bed, reaching under it and dragging out an old shoe box where I hid my things. I flipped open the top and listened to it skid across the floor as I dug through it, pulling out a battered, wrinkled old drawing book and a stub of a pencil with no eraser left and my hand took off with a mind of its own.
I felt hot, salty tears slide down my face, stinging the cuts on my cheeks as I drew, watching the paper grow darker and take on another world as my hand moved. It wasn`t long until the pad fell from my hands and landed on my lap with a light thud. I lowered my eyes and felt my heart sink at what I saw.
It was very simple.
Just one word.
But it still felt like a bullet to the heart.
ALONE.
I took in a shaky breath and threw it across the room and watched as the pages scattered against the wall, slowly floating to the ground around me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow move, slinking up to my side silently.
"I told you." It said. I looked over and met the baby blue eyes of a small boy. "You know it too...don`t you."
"Stop it..." my voice quivered.
"Why are you telling me to stop?" he said, turning his blonde head to glance at my unmade bed. "I`m not even really here."
Letting out a defeated sob and fell back, feeling my head crack against the cold cement floor under me. My eyes roamed the yellowing ceiling as my vision went black, the steely smell of blood filling my nose.
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