AHS One Shots {Tumblr Version}

Memories Fading

Mentions of SH, SH scars, body talk. 

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The mirror had an ugly image in front of it—my own body. My arms looked fragile, I was weak. Sighs exited my mouth as James walked into the room. "My dear why are you sighing so?" He asked, looking at my almost naked body up and down, adoring it.

All I did was point to my arms and thighs, the faintness of the scars was barely there, yet I felt the pain of them again, shivering. James then sighed at me and stood in front of the mirror. "Dear you are exquisite, and so is the body you hold." He gently held onto my waist, trying to comfort me.

"James, I appreciate it, but, I...I can't. I can only see the scars. I don't like 'my vessel' or whatever bull Liz told me." I rambled and rambled, my brain going haywire by James' touch and my own body, cold, even though I was dead already. I'd been dead for a few years now.

3 years ago, a strange woman into the hotel, and I made eye contact with her, her eyes were bloodshot, and looked, insane almost. She stared at me intensely, like she knew something about me. She knew I planned to stay here forever.

But I turned around and headed to the bar, it was cold and dark, and the barmaid wasn't there. But someone sat by me and grabbed a drink from behind the bar. "Uh, you can't do that.." The woman looked over at me, and she had that same stare, it was the stare she gave me when I walked in.

"I can do whatever I want, so you better get comfortable." She just hissed, and then a tall lady dressed in Cleopatra-like clothes appeared from the shadows. She was beautiful, and her eyeliner resembled that of an Egyptian cat.

"You might want to be careful of Sally." She mentioned, pouring out a bottle of Dr Pepper.

"Love?" James snapped me back to reality, I was staring into his eyes. "You gave me a fright there dearest, you looked like you were gone with the stars." He rubbed my arms gently, keeping me grounded.

I scrunched up my face. "Uh, yeah...I think." My head started to ache, so I rubbed my temples to calm the pain down. But as I did so, James picked me up swiftly, like he did when I passed, and laid me on the bed, like a starfish. It felt embarrassing having my legs so open for him, even though he was pretty used to it. "What did you do that for?" I quickly asked though, being stubborn with myself.

He just smiled and went down to my thighs, kissing every single scar he could see. No words were spoken, but I knew what he was doing and trying to make me feel better. He placed a gentle kiss on all the faded lines, but each one was full of love. He occasionally looked up at me, his eyes made my heart flutter. But he made his way up my arms, both of them and ended it all with a deep kiss on my lips. I had to return it, for making me feel so loved.

"You're perfect my love, These mean nothing anymore, okay?"