American Horror Story/Murder House Fanfic/

Fade

When Georgia came around she almost fell of the bed she was carefully resting on.
Michael was surprisingly close to her face, and it scared her a little.
Then she realised that he was just putting a damp flannel on her sore head.
"What happened?" The girl groaned and saw that Constance was leaning against her shut bedroom door.
Constance sighed and Michael was expressionless.
"Michael tried to be funny and it ended up with a tug of war over you with Tate." Constance said sadly and Georgia's eyes widened.
"Really?" She asked, flabbergasted.
"Thank you for getting me." Georgia said breathlessly and frowned.
Constance smiled slightly and walked over to her. Michael was avoiding her eyes and keeping his focus on the flannel.
"Why does my head hurt?" Georgia winced and pushed herself off the bed, ignoring Michael's wavering hand that was previously on her face.
"He kept hitting you so it would be easier for him to take you." Michael explained.
Georgia stood up and walked out of the room, past Constance's concerned stare and Michael's guilty conscience that hang in the air like smoke. Sure, it was random but it's what she needed to do.
She walked out of her front door and got straight onto a bike she saw in the side garden.
The girl wasn't wearing any shoes and her bruises were bright purple like pop art on her porcelain face.
Not caring, she just started cycling away from the house, no clue where she was going but knowing that she didn't want to be at her house.
Georgia was half an hour away from her house and all of a sudden she got the urge to pull up and sit down on the curb of the pavement.
She threw the bike and sat on the hard stone ground and broke down into tears.
The poor girl wanted nothing to do with ghosts or evil people trying to hurt her.
She wanted a simple life with her mother if the woman would give her some goddamn attention.
Tears fell onto the floor and she crumpled up like paper on the floor, her hands clinging to her knees like she needed some kind of anchor.
Sobbing into her hands, she thought about something she never did.
She thought about her father.
How she'd had to put up with years of getting hurt and now these supernatural things were hurting her too.
Maybe she was destined to be hurt like a rag doll.
Thrown around and beaten up and never treated like a real doll who got love and protection.
Maybe fate wanted her dead.
That would probably make sense.
Georgia rocked back and forth in the same spot for god knows how long.
If she was religious she would have prayed to God to help her, but she didn't have a religion and she was certainly doubting if a religion or God could help her awful fate.

Pulling herself together, she wiped away the tears from her bruised face and got her red raw feet back on the peddles of the bike, cycling home.
When she got back home she closed her eyes and evened her breathing.
It was at that moment, while she was staring at the front of the old house, that she made a pact to herself.
I cannot tell you the pact but I am sure you will figure it out soon enough.

"Sorry, I'm back." Georgia said emotionless to Constance and Michael, who were both sat on her bed.
She had walked in on them talking about her.
Saying how worried they were. How Michael was insolent for putting her at serious danger.
"Oh, I'm glad you're back." Constance smiled awkwardly and left the room.
Michael finally met her eyes after the whole morning of avoiding them.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly.
Georgia smiled but her eyes were filled with an unexplainable type of pain.
"It's fine." She went and hugged him.
He was taken aback but was open for the embrace.
The two sat in a half hug half leaning on each other for quite some time.
In silence.
Until Georgia finally broke it.
"Are you afraid of death?" Georgia whispered to Michael, who turned to her and took in the girl's grim expression.
His heart sunk seeing how hollow she looked.
"Yes. I am. Are you?" Michael replied and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear gently.
Georgia nodded.
"I think about it a lot." She admitted to him and brought him closer to her.
"Well let's stop thinking about it. Let's think about life." Michael suggested smiled brightly at her, trying to cheer her up.
She must have been really shaken by Tate.
"Okay. What about life?" She shuffled backwards slightly and crossed her legs, stroking her chin mockingly.
Michael rolled his eyes, something Georgia often did that was starting to rub off on him.
"The boring stuff. What's your favourite colour? Mine's red." Michael said.
"Purple or black." Georgia answered.
"What's your favourite movie?" Michael asked curiously.
"E.T, I used to watch it with my Mum when my Dad was out." She looked at him deeply in the eyes, her lips turned down in a small frown that looked more scared of being judged then actually sad.
"Oh. Mine's Psycho. Horror film classic." Michael said casually.
"Figures." Georgia laughed and he pushed her shoulder playfully.
"Ha ha." He said sarcastically.
Her face contorted into one of hurt and Michael remembered that her shoulder would be sore from the night before.
"Oh I'm sorry!" Michael jumped up and panicked, not meaning to hurt her.
She shook her head.
"It's fine." She smiled, still hurting.
"Ah I'm such an idiot." He mumbled and ran his hands through his blond hair.
"I'm not disagreeing." Georgia joked.
The two laughed again.
And when they started laughing, they couldn't stop.