Only Slightly (( American Horror Story Tate and Violet Fanfic ))

Chapter One

It was safe to say, that Tate was hopelessly in love with Violet even after the years of silence between them both, whereas no one was sure if she felt the same way back.

Violet walked around the house, trying to place her feet in the exact same footsteps she did the last thirty times. It was unusual to spend her time just moping around without music, tracing her past movements but she felt like there was nothing else to occupy her. No music that she was interested in listening, no new books that she could read, no new people she could talk to. Nothing.

After both her parents died, trapping their spirits in the house with herself, she couldn't seem to look Tate in the eye. She couldn't do anything but wish for his presence to disappear by saying the simple words 'go away'. As much as he pleaded with her, she couldn't put herself towards forgiving him; after all, he ruined her.

Violet took a seat on the ground with a ball she found under her bed. She tossed it between her hands, catching it every time without any effort. Her mind scanned through the various things she could do, which was a lot but it would help her cope.

It made sense that she would need to find something to distract her, she was stuck here for all eternity for all she knew.

Her legs were already a step ahead of her, she lifted up and headed to the kitchen where her father and mother were situated.

Ben and Vivian were still going through a rough patch, even though six years had past, and their constant arguing annoyed everyone to the point where they just decided to make their own racket to piss them off. It was the most dreadful sound to have to hear almost every week, there were pans clashing onto each other, loud bangs on the ceilings due to the jumping on the level above and even screaming. It felt like everyone had a part to play, except Violet. And Tate.

Violet didn't see much of Tate, the rare times she would come eye to eye with him would usually occur when a new family would move in and plans would have to be arranged on how to get them out safely. It was a hard way to interact with him, but she felt like she had to make the effort.

Tate was stubborn when he felt the need to be. He would happily admit how he felt to Violet if he knew how, sure, he's told her before but that was the past and so much has happened since then. After Violet made him leave her life, he sort of gave up, he tried to plead and she would often hear him cry but it didn't feel the same. The majority of the time she saw him, he would be positioned the other side of the room staring as if he was in pain, physically. Tate's red puffy eyes would slightly twitch along with his mouth and his hands would either brush his hair back or clench onto the sleeves of his sweater.

Violet grabbed a cigarette and tucked it behind her hair and just above her ear so her parents wouldn't notice one of her new addictions, and it was getting even worse. She was smoking around six per day and it didn't worry her the slightest bit, she just repeats herself.

I'm already dead.

Her delicate and small hands hold onto the dark green hat she placed on her head and she pushes it down on her head so it fits tightly. Her dress hangs below her knees and the oversized black jumper rests on her shoulders. On her feet, she wears black socks and buckled boots.

"Are you okay?" Bens voice brings Violet out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm doing great. You know, considering I'm dead and I've got to spend the rest of eternity in this dump with nothing to do. How about you, dad? You doing okay?!"

"I was asking you a question, no need to use that attitude!"

"Well, I'm sorry for hurting your feelings." Her sarcastic voice spoke back to Ben.

"You know, if you feel like you need someone to talk to, I'm still here. I'm still a fully trained expert."

"Bullshit, you lost that title when you died." Violet raised her eyebrows and exited the room without another word.

She took a step outside and sat on the ground staring at the closed gates in front of her. If only she could just walk out and continue with her human life. Her fingers moved around for the cigarette and she slotted it in her mouth, pulling a lighter out her boot. She tried the lighter a few times before she figured out that it was broken, where she then threw it as hard as she could at the gate, smashing the plastic and falling in pieces to the ground. Violets hands cupped her face as she let out a sigh and told herself to stay calm, now was not a good time to break down again.

She was counting in her breaths when the light from the sun was blocked by a figure.

The figure leaned down and held a lighter in front of them, they pressed onto it and an automatic flame appeared. Violet lit her cigarette and took in a big breath before letting it out in a puff of smoke. She then looked up to see the face of the figure and her eyes widened suddenly.

Tate was right in front of her, looking at her so emotionally drained. His mouth was slightly opened and his eyes were a darker shade of red than when she first met him.

"Thanks." She managed to say.

And with that, he disappeared.