I'm not scared. The fact that I am isolated in a house full of dead people for the rest of eternity doesn't scare me. After all that I've been through nothing can scare me. "Violet?" Not even my nightmares. "Violet, can you hear me?" Okay. Maybe my nightmares could scare me, but that's why they're nightmares. "Violet, please." Perhaps I really have night terrors, after all, they do consist of the darkest things imaginable. "Violet?" Something wet fell to my shoulder. A tear from the past. I lay down on my bed, the only place I feel safe anymore, And drift to sleep in the middle of the day.
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Late Nights.
FanfictionLate Nights. ~ An American Horror Story Fanfiction. The darkness, it has me. It has me in it's tight grip, never to let go. I know for certain that no matter what horrors I face in this house, the darkest of all will be the events I witnessed when I...
