What if there was never a Violet? {Discontinued Indefinitely}

"Please come with me, Opal, I cant leave you here!" Kit screamed down the tunnel. I shook my head. "Promise you'll come back for me." I said and a tear fell down my cheek. I began closing the door, letting them escape so I could be the distraction for when the guards come. "No, Opal! Please." He cried. I shut the door and locked it with the key I slipped off Sister Jude. Before I did I heard him yell. "I promise." ** A Kit Walker Fanfiction **

Maria johnson is twenty three years old, former nun at briarcliff. everything is smooth for the first six months of her being there, till kit walker is admitted.

This is an imagine based on American horror story :murder house.

UPDATE, A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER Hey guys, please read this bit before you read this story. This story contains descriptions of violence and needs an overall trigger warning for suicide. When I wrote the chapters for this story, I wasn't in the best state of mind and I projected that into my writing as some sort of therapy; only difference between me and other people going through depression as I was back then, is that I published mine which contributes to the romanticisation of suicide and mental illness. I didn't understand mine back then, but I do now. Please seek help if you identify with the OC. It's not healthy and damages your soul as it had mine. I am better now. I want you to be better, too. You matter. You are your own universe and your sun, you moon, your stars... don't forget that. Take care of yourself because you are important. I wish someone said that to me back then, so I am saying it to you now. I am more than happy to talk to anyone going through the same thing I went through. Again, thank you so much to everyone who engaged with this story over the years! I would take it down because I personally do not believe in a lot of the things I wrote back then that has been intertwined with this story but I want it up to at least reach out to someone and keep a memory of my writing progress. Lots of love, Z xx