Goodbye? (AHS)

Chp. 1

Another house you've got to be kidding me, the third this year.
Why can't mum and dad just buy a house and keep it, not that hard. I have to admit though this house looks nice enough from the outside big and grand with and olden day aesthetic to it, however never judge a book by its cover and this could be one of those situations.

I grudgingly follow the movers into the house and am surprised to see that it's not falling apart on the inside it looks well kept. With mahogany fixtures, grand chandeliers but also mixed with a little modern to keep you from drowning in the 20's vibe that the house gives off.
It also gives off a sad and worn out vibe like its tired or hurt, maybe it's my weird psycho intuition talking.

"Winter come to the kitchen" I hear my mum yell at me, god I'm only in the other room.

"Yep" I say walking in and leaning on the door frame, my parents and I have never had a good relationship because I'm just so different compared to them, I mean it's affected me I don't know about them and I don't really care to be honest.

"You need to pick a room so the movers can move you in okay and this time unpack everything"

"Why, are we actually gonna stay here this time ?"

"We don't have the money to move again so yes" my dad replies

"Well hurry the movers don't have all day" my mum snaps

"I'm going" I say walking out pretending to surrender.

I had about three choices and naturally I chose the biggest one and just my luck it's the gloomiest and darkest. Perfect.

Once settled in a few hours later I relaxed on my bed, I was drifting off into a wreck less sleep when I was awoken by a loud smash, at first my mind jumped to burglars but then i heard my mums shrieking and like usual the topic of frustration and anger was me.

I just sit there for a while listening to my parents whining, eyes closed and tears flowing. Then I felt eyes on me.

I opened them cautiously and had to wait a bit for the tears and blurriness to clear, I was greeted by the figure of a boy, he look ragged and handsome but sad at the same time.

"Excuse me?" I say cautiously

"Sorry" the boy says and then he was gone, was he really there or am I still dreaming?

A little shaken by the odd experience, I walk down the hall to the bathroom to wash my face.

With my face dripping I tuck my blonde shoulder length hair behind my ear and pat my small face dry, looking at the cloth and seeing that its covered in makeup I decide to take it off.
I'm not ugly but I'm not the prettiest, I have pale skin and a few random freckles with electric blue eyes.
I'm fairly skinny due to all the exercise I do and the little food I eat due to my parents weight judgments.

I think this is when I fall back on old habits and cut my flesh to release my pain but I know I've got to be strong and I think I'd rather wait till I go to my new school Westfield tomorrow !