Restart/ AHS Murder House

Separation

I loved my mom, more than my father to tell the truth. She was always there for me and she never cheated, like my father. She was independent, strong, loyal, and kind. She had died but she wasn't gone, I knew I would see her soon. But something else was bothering me, Everett. I went upstairs to look for him and saw him sleeping on my bed. As I stood by the end of the bed I realized he hadn't been sleeping, just staring at the wall.

"My mother is dead."

He sat up alarmed, "Hazel, I'm so sorry. I knew you two were close."

"Yeah, we were."

"How is your dad? It must be hard on him, I like your dad. He is nice to me."

"He's nice to all his patients, he doesn't lie like you."

My words pierced him like ice, I saw the shock spread to his face.

"What? I didn't lie."

"Yes you did Everett. You lied about those kids on Halloween. You lied about raping my mother."

"No! Hazel I didn't! I didn't lie!"

"Yes you did."

"No! Please Hazel listen to me I didn't!"

"I finally know who you really are. I thought you liked the darkness like me, but Everett, you are the darkness."

"No Hazel that's not me anymore! It used to be me but I changed! I promise!"

"Did you change when you killed those gay guys? Did you become holy when you raped my mother?"

"No, no!" He pleaded.

"Go away." I harshly whispered.

"What? No!" He said confused.

"Go away!" I said louder.

"No! Please no!"

"Everett, I said GO AWAY!" I yelled.

"NO!" He cried.

"GO AWAY! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!"

"I LOVE YOU! PLEASE HAZEL! I'M SORRY!" He screamed through tears.

"NO! I SAID GO AWAY EVERETT! GO AWAY!" I screamed louder.

"NOOOoooo!" His voice gradually faded away as he did too.

His face, tear streaked and upset, dissolved into the darkness. It was hard to do, yell at him. I knew what he did, he had done too many bad things to apologize for. He was the darkness, he was pure evil. Suddenly I felt warm, comforting, hands on my shoulders.

"I'm proud of you Hazel, standing up for yourself like that. I'm sure it was hard to do to someone you loved." My mother whispered into my ear.

I turned around speechless and started to cry again. After that we didn't say anything, just stood there and hugged. I didn't know when we stopped, if we stopped.

The next day...

I found myself awake, lying in my bed. It had really happened, Everett, my mom, everything. I felt almost nothing at all. I wanted to disappear into my sheets. I wanted to see Everett again but I also never wanted see him again. It was so confusing. What do I do now? I got up and found my way downstairs in the basement. I thought of my mom, where were her babies? Then I heard a wail of a baby coming from the pitch dark. I creeped into the darkness trying to hear where the cry came from. A light grew brighter as I walked toward it. I thought I was in heaven for a second until I saw her, Nora Montgomery. The first woman to live here. She was wearing a white dress with her hair done into curls, pinned up by a metal butterfly clip with real turquoise gems for decoration. She cradled a small newborn baby.

"Hello? Nora Montgomery?"

"Is it God? Are you here to take this awful baby back?"

"I guess I am. That baby isn't yours you know, it's my mother's."

"Yes I am aware. I pity your mother for having to take this sack of flesh back. But I'm glad to be free of it. It won't stop crying!"

I heard soft footsteps behind me,

"Let me take him."

It was my mother.

She walked up to Nora and gracefully cradled the baby in her own arms.

"There, there. Hush now." She cooed.

Immediately the baby became quiet as she rocked him back and forth.

"That terrible baby wouldn't let me sleep, I couldn't do anything without it crying." Nora said, "how do you do it?"

"Motherly instinct, but babies also like to being rocked and softly spoken to."

"I don't think I want another baby, they're dreadful. I just wanted to kill him, but he is already dead. Once I had him in my hands he had died almost immediately."

"I guess he is here with us forever then."

"I used to have a baby boy named Thaddeus. He also slipped away from me..."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Nora flicked her hand as if dismissing us, "Never mind that, bad memories. I must be going now."

She stood from the bed and walked out of the room, disappearing. My mom took the newly dead baby upstairs to the kitchen and left it in a infant car seat for my dad to take. My mom had told me not to make myself visible near him, she didn't want him to miss us and want to stay here. Ever since she died she's been avoiding him. I listened to her and did the same.