murder house :: hemmings au

0.2 - friend

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"I'll show you around now, but before you decide for sure there's a little something I need to tell you..." Mary says and I smile slightly before thinking of the possibilities of what this could be.

Is there some weird roof problem? Does the basement flood every time it rains? Wait, was this house built over a graveyard? Did someone die in he-

"It was a murder-suicide." My thoughts are interrupted by the sighing realtor. "It's just so sad, really, they were an adorable couple and they just seemed so... Happy. I was surprised to say the least."

"We'll take it." I say before either of my parents can mumble a word, smirking as I observe their puzzled expressions. The look stays on my face as I walk upstairs to explore more of my new home.

-

I inhale the smoke hastily, trying to finish the cigarette before my mother comes back home. I'm now leaning against the wall of the disappointingly boring mansion, frowning as I force myself to think of all of the people I left behind when I moved to Los Angeles. Well, by "all of the people" I just mean my extended family and Ashton.

Ashton was my best friend. My everything. We spent every day together, talking, laughing, listening to music, watching movies, and doing homework. No matter what was happening, he could always make the best of a situation. And his laugh... It could cure all of the diseases in the world. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

When I told him I was moving to California, he became more distant. He would read and ignore my texts, cancel our plans, and come close to crying every time I tried to talk to him about it. Just a month and a half ago, I walked into his bedroom to try and talk to him for the third time that day. I remember the dead look in his eyes as he hung from the ceiling fan. Tied around his neck was one of the few ties he had owned.

The same one he wore when he met me.

-

"Tag, you're it!" I squealed, running to catch up to my old friend, Margaret.

"No, you haven't even tagged me yet!" She giggled, and I did as well, putting my hands on my knees and panting from exhaustion.

"Girls!" Mrs. Callaghan yelled as we stopped resting and started to run around in a circle once again. "It's school picture day! I understand that you're only seven, but you need to follow the rules. You don't want to look tired for your school pictures, do you?"

Margaret and I turned to face each other and raised our eyebrows before turning to meet the eyes of our teacher once again.

"No, Mrs. Callaghan." We said montonously, used to giving this response. We always got in trouble for messing around.

We walked back towards the door to the inside of the building and I noticed a boy that looked about my age sitting alone on the bench near the door. He had brown curly hair and dimples that were prominent on his smiling face. He was wearing a suit that was definitely a few sizes too large for him, and a tie that went down to his mid-thigh just while sitting down.

After watching him keep the forced smile on his face for about three minutes, I decided to talk to him. I assumed he felt uncomfortable because Margaret had told me he was new to Clarktown elementary and I knew how nerve racking it could be. I asked a few kids for permission to cut them in the line for pictures and hestitated before tapping twice on the new kid's shoulder.

He turned around slowly, a toothless grin appearing on his face when he saw me.

"Hi! I'm Alice. Nice to meet you!" I smiled back at him, reaching out my hand for him to shake.

Instead of grabbing my hands he opened his arms and pulled me in for a bear hug. I was slightly shocked by his sudden affection, but I returned the favor. After a few seconds he pulled away and said, "I'm Ashton! Nice to meet you, too."

-

Every night I cry over the loss of my best friend, letting the tears flow down my cheeks as I glide the razor across my wrists. Every night I remember the emotionless look on his face as he hung from his neck. Every night I remember Ashton. And how much I loved him.

-

The week went by very quickly, and I pretty much spent every day helping set up all of the furniture and adding personal touches to my room, like the chalkboard that I painted on my wall and a cool little Bluetooth speaker I bought that connects to my iPod.

Right now I'm walking into school and very thankful for the outdoor hallways. I take a deep breath before lighting my cigarette, earning gasps from a few students. I roll my eyes and inhale the smoke as I walk down the hallway and towards my homeroom. According to the directions the woman at the front desk gave me, it would be a few minutes until I got there so I had some time to finish smoking.

As I start to approach the door to my homeroom, I forget about the cigarette in my hand and almost step inside before I'm pushed aside.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" A tall blonde with an angry look on her face asks. I look behind her and see two other girls, both brunettes. One is smirking and the other one gasping.

"What are you talking abo-"

"Shut the fuck up! Don't you know that there's a rule against smoking?" The smirking brunette interrupts me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm new... I didn't know." I stutter, appalled by the girls' behavior.

"My aunt died from smoking! How could you do this?" The girl that was gasping cries, falling into the blonde's arms. The blonde rolls her eyes before pushing the girl away. The girl immediately regains her balance and walks towards me, stopping at a distance that's a little too close for comfort.

"God, I'm sorry." I mumble before dropping the cigarette on the ground and putting it out with my foot. The girl gasps once again and a look of such anger washes over her face that I think she might explode.

"What the fuck did you just do?" She screams, picking up the cigarette and waving it in from of my face. "I want you to eat it!"

What?

"You heard me! Eat the fucking cigarette."

"No!" I scream, ripping it out of her hands. She tries to grab it but I pull away and she slaps me in the face. I wince as her hand hits my cheek but I quickly meet eyes with her once again, glaring before sticking the cigarette onto her hand. I laugh as she screams of pain and walk into homeroom with my head held high.

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