Every Universe : Evan Peters Characters

Chapter 1 - Change

September 27th 1993

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Sally listened to her music as they drove to their new home. Sally was not excited for this move, she hated change.

She saw her mothers lips moving, and took off the headphones to her Walkman to listen to her.

"Sorry i didn't hear you." Sally told her in her delicate voice.

"I asked if you were excited to see the house." Darla smiled.

"Oh. No. Why did we have to move?" Sally asked, slouching slightly and turning to look out the window.

"You're father got a new job as the school psychiatrist." Darla explained. "And it's a lovely school, I'm sure you'll do great."

"Yeah, sport, I'm sure you'll get along better here." Tim said cheerfully.

"You guys are too positive." Sally said monotonously.

"Sally you'll be okay." Darla assured the girl, although she wasn't so sure herself.

"I'm going back to my music." She muttered, slipping her headphones back on.

Sally watched the world go by as they drove to their new home, their moving truck was ahead of them.

She didn't understand her family's positivity, the world was shit. She had always believed that, but she had accepted it and liked living in the darkness of her thoughts.

She knew she would hate the new school, and that it would hate her. And that was not a great thing to think about.

The car stopped, and Sally looked at her new house, it was very boring looking. But she liked the house next to it.

It was huge and Sally felt her body tingle as she looked at it. It was definitely haunted.

Pulling on her beanie, Sally got out the car, throwing her backpack on her shoulders as she sighed. She looked to her mother, who was smiling and rolled her eyes.

"This is it." Tim stated.

"Yep." Darla stated.

Sally could tell Darla wasn't as excited to move as she portrayed. She heard them arguing about how miserable she was at school and how her father had gotten fired. So they had to move.

"Let's get settled then we can greet our neighbours." Darla clapped and Sally groaned.

"Why? What if they're serial killers or something?" Sally raised a brow.

"Don't say things like that." Darla waved her off.

"Whatever." She muttered, following her into the house.

Looking around at the bright wallpaper, Sally couldn't have missed their home in Chicago more. It was horrid.

"You're room is the one at the front of the house sweetie." Darla told her and Sally nodded. "Don't take too long! We've got to greet the neighbours and start unloading things."

"Okay." Sally told her.

She headed upstairs, looking around there was three bedrooms, an end of the hall closet and an upstairs bathroom.

Sally headed to her room, placing her bag down and keeping her Walkman in her pocket, headphones around her neck.

She got out a small case from her bag and quickly went to the bathroom, pulling up her long sleeve. Her arm was filled with scarrs and fresh cuts and healing cuts. Sally looked in the mirror at the dark circles around her eyes before using a razor to harm herself and make three cuts.

Sally the put a plaster on top with a small hiss in pain, pulling her sleeve back down.

"SALLY!" Tim yelled.

"Coming!" She exclaimed in return.

Sally ran down the stairs, following behind her parents to their first neighbours on right. They were nice and quiet people.

And boring in Sally's eyes.

Sally then followed her parents to the next home, her eyes looking around the front of the clearly haunted home. Well, clear to Sally.

Looking up, she noticed a blonde boy in a window, she tilted her head when she saw and watched as he walked away from the window after seeing her.

"Hello." Darla smiled at the woman who opened the door, she was slightly older and blonde hair in an updo.

"Ahh, hello, you must be the new neighbours. I'm Constance Langdon. It's a pleasure." Constance smiled at the family.

"Yes we are. I'm Tim and this is my wife Darla, and the girl hiding behind us is Sally." Tim introduced, stepping aside to show Sally, who was in her own world.

"I have a son you're age." Constance told the girl, Sally looked over and nodded. She wanted to ask about the house, but felt as if the words wouldn't form in her mouth and she squeezed her own arm. "It's not nice to stare dear."

"Sorry, she doesn't speak alot. Been that was since she was little. What school does your son go to? Maybe you two will become friends." Darla suggested, looking to Sally who shrugged.

"He goes to Westfield High." Constance stated. "Lovely to meet you. We'll have to have a friendly dinner soon."

"You too, bye." Tim smiled.

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Sally pushed around food on her plate, it was spaghetti and there was two things wrong with dinner tonight.

Sally was overwhelmed by the day, the thought of eating making her feel unwell. She also hated spaghetti.

"We have some nice neighbours." Darla commented.

"We do." Tim agreed. "Maybe you'll be able to meet her son at school."

"Maybe." Sally whispered. "When do I start school?"

"You start tomorrow. Me and you're mother will be unpacking the truck and putting things in the house and we'll put you're boxes in you're room." Tim explained and Sally nodded with a sigh.

"Okay." Sally nodded. She picked up her plate and headed to the kitchen to put her plate away.

She grabbed an oreo from the cookie jar that they had already set out before heading to her room.

She knew her parents would head up soon to go to bed, shutting her door she looked at her small set up of pillows and blankets to sleep in before her parents set up her bed.

Sally got her bag ready for the next day at school that she was terrified for. She opened the window doors in her room that lead to a small balcony, and looked down.

She could sneak out if she wanted to. But she wouldn't have a need to. Sally knew she wouldn't make any friends.

"Psst." Sally frowned when she heard this, looking over she saw the blonde boy from the window standing on the path by her house. "Are you my neighbour?"

Sally nodded awkwardly, not knowing what to do with the strange boy standing there.

"You're quiet huh?" He noted. "I'm Tate. What's you're name?"

Sally frowned, trying to get the words to come out of her mouth. But she couldn't, sighing she gave him an apologetic look.

"That's okay. I'll call you mouse for now." Tate stated, Sally smiled and shook her head. "I'll see you around. Goodnight."

Sally waved to him as he left, shaking her head at the unexpected interaction with her neighbour.

Eventhough she had seen the boy twice, she felt a pull towards him and the house. She didn't understand why or what it was, she also didn't understand why looking at him made her feel nervous.

It was strange.

But then again, alot of strange things were to come.

A/n

1200 words

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