Oliver, Please. (American Horror Story Fanfiction)

Pain

{TRIGGER WARNING-mentions self harm}
I sat in the corner of the hard, cold, disgusting metal cell I have come to know. Well, barely come to know.
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Last week, I was accused of murdering 4 other people in a car accident I was involved in. My best friend died for Christ sake! Give me a damn break!

I'm sorry, I must calm down. So basically, the other car hit me. It was all an accident, but no one seems to believe me.
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As I sit in this horrible cell, I begin to think about my little ones. I remember their smiles that could brighten up anyone's day, they sure brighten up mine. I remember their blonde locks bouncing in the air as they run through the park. I remember their 3 year old sassyness, and their adorable little faces. I feel a smile form on my face, hurting a little since I rarely smile anymore.

Then I remember the burden I have now left on them. I think about their frightened faces as they are taken away from my sisters home where they had been staying, and put into homes which they will come to know and then be forced to leave. I think about how they probably will forget about me since they're so young.

My eyes well up with tears. I bite my lip, hard, and cause it to bleed. I try to clear my mind, but these thoughts have already burned a hole in my brain.

I try to hold back, but I just couldn't bare it.

I let out the breath I'd been holding and let out a booming wail. Burning hot tears poured out of my eyes like a waterfall. I heard my own loud sobs accompanied with curses and moans from other inmates around me. I'm sorry, I can't hold back.

After I'm done, I lay my head down on my pillow, which already has a horrible indent from my head and is pretty much useless, and go to sleep.
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I wake up some time later. I wish I knew how long, but I don't have a clock or a window or anything useful to me. I looked down and my wrists and pulled up my sleeves, staring at all the marks I have inflicted in the past few days.

I ask my self, what has come of me? I'm ruining my body because of one mistake that I didn't even cause!

This just created more pain, and I take the blade I had found hidden underneath the dirt ridden mattress, and cut. I let the blood drip into the small toilet I had in my possession, watching the flow of blood. It felt good, it felt relieving.

I took an already blood soaked rag and wiped down my wrists. I went over to the sink and tried to turn the knob, but it was stuck again. I used both hands and turned it as hard as it could, and it gave way, but I hit my head on the wall because of the force I had given.

I stumbled back over the sink and leaned on it for a second, one hand holding the throbbing portion of my head and the other with a knuckle-whitening grip on the sink so I don't collapse.

After a minute of two, the throbbing slowed to a minimum so I stood straight up and put my wrists under the flow of water. It stung, but it was pleasure to me. I pushed on the cuts, creating more pain.

After I finished, I covered my arms with the heavy sleeves of my shirt and sat on the bed. I heard the loud, echoey, unmistakable sound of Sister Jude's 5 inch heels clacking against the floor under her nun gown (covering her red lingerie she's constantly talking about) or whatever it's called.

Not so holy are you sister?

When she finally reached my cell, I held my hands in fists, awaiting what was to come.

"Get up, now. Time for your visit to Thredson."

I let out a small groan, I freaking hate that man. I can see through his lies. He's constantly telling me that I'm one of his best inmates, but he doesn't look me in the eyes when he says it, a clear cut sign of a liar.

"Why must I go, I'm not crazy like the other lunatics in this hallway." I said gesturing my hand around, implying I meant the other inmates...and her.

"It's 1968 for God's sake. Where are your manners?" She said with a mocking tone.

"God probably doesn't even exist, where was he when all this happened to me? He didn't help me through this, he didn't save my kids from those monsters. Did he? No!"

She looked at me with pure anger and horror in her eyes. She yanked open the heavy door to the cell with one thrust and yanked me up.

"You're visiting Sister Jude before anyone else! Don't mess with me! Let's go!"

She dragged me by my sleeve, luckily not revealing my wrists. I screamed for her to let me go, but she kept going.

The tears began to downpour as I screamed for her to release me from this painful grasp, but she surely had no intention to.

What did I do to deserve all of this?

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Hello, fellow AHS fans! Thank you all so much for reading my new story, I've been thinking about what I should make this story for a while now and I finally thought of an idea! I think as it progresses, it will get better and better. This first chapter was very fun to write but obviously I've had experience with it on my other story I'm So Innocent. Check it out if you haven't already lol...
Once again, thank you everyone for reading! You guys inspire me to continue writing and I love you all so much! Until the next chapter...
~Tatum