A weird Lovestory

Chapter 1

Hi 

This is my fanfiction about American Horror Story. It's all about Season 1 ( Murder house )and Season 5 ( hotel ). Sooo if you haven't seen it yet, this story is a gigant Spoiler. Sooo....

SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!!!!

Don't say i didn't warned you. 

If you're wondering why the grammar and the Vocabulary in this ,,book" is so bad, it's because my English isn't very good. I am nativ german. When you look into my Profil you'll see that this Story is posted twice. One in German and this version. You may ask yourself right now why the f*ck would I translate a whole Story from my first language into my bad English? Well, thats because I want my English to be better. I have English Lessons since 8 years now ( 2016 ) and Google Translate. So it can't be that bad.... right?!..

I tell you this because I want something from you. When you see a Grammar or Vocabulary Mistake PLEASE tell me and I will correct it.

Of course tell if you like the Story Vote, comment and all that Stuff ;)

So I hope the English isn't that bad and you like the Chapter

Bye Psychogir999

P.O.V. Violet 

Crying.

That's the only thing that I want to do right now.

I can not believe it.

In 1994 he set his Stepfather on fire.

On the same day he killed 15 of his fellow students.

After that he was shot by a SWAT team.

He died.

He is a Ghost

He is a Psychopath

And I love him.
And obviously he love me too.

Tears come.
I let them out in streams.
I can't do it anymore.
My life has no meaning.
Maybe I should just end it .

Am I able to?
Can I end my life?
Not yet!
I will not give up.
One last Try.

But not here. Not in this house.

I have to leave.

I have enough Money left from Holidays and Birthdays and my Pickpocket phase , that I had with 14. 

$ 1,057.93.

That will make it for the Start. But I have to find a job.

I quickly ran to my parents'bedroom and pulled out a Suitcase. It's small. In within a few minutes I packed all my Stuf that I will need to start my new life.

Hygiene products.
The money.
My fake ID.
Underwear.
Clothes.
Electronic Stuff.  

That's it.
I am going to start a new Life.

 I do not think to family photos. I want to forget this Life.

I stood in my room, chewing on my nails. Should I write a farewell letter?
 My guilty conscience began when I thought about Vivien.
Should I really do that?
Can I really do that?
 I can't give them any information about my future whereabouts. But that can not be so hard, because I do not know where that will be.
My eyes fell on my board.

I LOVE YOU

I felt my eyes going watery. With quick steps I ran to the board .
The tears streamed down my cheeks along when I wiped my sleeve over  the board. With trembling hands I took the chalk and wrote down in my spidery handwriting something new.