American Horror Story|| 5sos

Murder House: Part 1

•Luke•

She caught him cheating. They both tried to hide it from me. But they couldn't. The one thing that gave it away was moving across the country. Boston to California.

"Mom, please remind me again why we had to move to California."

She turned towards me. "Luke, it's just for a change."

I rolled my eyes looking back out the window. "Nothing will change mom." I said.

"Luke, everything will be better." I shook my head. Nothing will change.

"Isn't the house great Luke." My mom said.

I looked up at the house. I sighed. "Yeah, so fucking great. Could've found something like this in Boston you know."

My dad walked up to me. "Just try to act happy." He whispered in my ear.

I looked at him. "You want me to act happy? Give me money to go back to Boston."

My dad shook his head. "Help with some bags Luke." He said walking to the back of the car.

I sighed grabbing my backpack and suitcase. "Here take the keys and get inside." I took the keys out my dad's hand.

I stood staring at the rooms. I sighed. "Dad, this looks exactly like it did in 1920s."

He nodded. "You're mother liked it, that's the only thing that mattered." I shook my head.

"Why don't you go upstairs and find a room you like." My mom said walking in. I turned to look at her. "Alright."

"What are we going to do about Luke?" I heard my mom say. I stood there on the steps listening to them.

"I don't know honey. He just needs to adjust to everything here." I began to walk back up the stairs but the floorboards creaked. Shit.

"Luke!" My mom yelled. I turned back and walked into the kitchen. "Are you excited for you new school?"

I shrugged. "It's going to be the same nothing will change." I said crossing my arms and leaning against the counter.

"What do you mean the same?" My dad asked.

"Are you two blind? I was being bullied and more shit I don't want to deal with." I turned back and ran back up the stairs.

"Luke!" My mom yelled. I didn't listen. I ran into my room and slammed the door.

"Get up!" Someone yelled. My eyes opened slowly.

"No!" I yelled.

"Come on Luke don't want to be late do you!"

I groaned throwing the covers off of me. I swung my legs over the side of my bed. I walked over to my unpacked suitcase and grabbed black skinny jeans and a black tee shirt. Then I walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Morning lazy." My mom said laughing. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on put a smile on that face." I looked up at her. "Mom, stop already." She nodded.

"Eat up." My mom placed a plate in front of me. I looked at it.

"I'm not hungry." I said.

"Just eat Luke." I sighed taking a bite of the food. "Get in the car once you're done."

I stared blankly out the window as my mom drove me to school.

"I don't see the point in me going." I said.

"Luke, just stop already." She said. I rolled my eyes. "You always said you wanted to go to Los Angeles." I looked at her.

"Yeah, I know I did." I said. "I didn't mean I want to live here."

She then pulled up to the school. I looked at it. "Go." She said. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I stepped out of the car.

"Who's that?" I heard someone whisper.

I took another puff of my cigarette glaring at the crowds of people.

"There's no smoking here." A girl said walking in front of me.

"What?" I said blowing the smoke in her face. She fanned it out of her face. I laughed.

"Put it out." She said.

I looked at my cigarette. "I'm not done with it yet." I said putting it back in my mouth.

The girl then ripped it out of my mouth and threw it down to the ground.

"What the fuck!" I yelled.

"That's what happens." She said walking away.

"How was your day?" My dad asked as I walked in.

I glared at him. "What do you think?" I said.

"Sucked?" He said. I nodded.

"Well we can talk more later I have a patient to get to." He said walking into his office. I than ran up to my room.

I threw myself on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I shook my head. I stood back and walked into the bathroom.

I stood there looking at my arm as I put deep cuts in my wrist. I placed the blade on the side of sink. I ran my fingers along the cut.

"You're doing it wrong." Someone said. I turned.

"Who are you?" I asked the girl.

"You want to kill yourself do it vertically they can't stitch that up." I looked back at my bleeding wrist. "And another tip, close and lock the door." The girl said closing the door.

I shook my head grabbing a bandage from the cabinet. I wrapped my wrist and rolled my sleeve back down. I breathed in as I walked out of the bathroom.

Note: Like it so far?

This will not be completely like murder house but I'll be taking major parts from it. I will also do that will the next part of this story.

Hope this is good.