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It hadn’t taken long for someone to jostle her, the sudden impact jolting her out of the unsettling pit that had settled deep within her stomach. She had expected to be whisked away to the cozy familiarity of the house, not transported straight to the bustling school. In her mind's eye, she had envisioned an awkward scene unfolding with Constance, where she would wear the facade of a cheerful, new neighbor girl, navigating the treacherous waters of small talk and forced smiles.

Now, the task of finding a place to stay loomed before her like a dark cloud, but for the moment, her focus was drawn to dusting off her clothes, shaking off the remnants of surprise and discomfort. She fought to keep a scowl from creasing her forehead as the girl who had collided with her stood defiantly, arms crossed, regarding her with an expression that suggested she was the one owed an apology. The tension in the air felt thick, and she could almost hear the whispers of onlookers, their curious gazes weighing heavily on her.

"Do you need something, or are you just looking for the nearest trash can to raid?" she inquired with a flick of her hand, directing the girl's attention to her overlined eyelids, which had tragically smudged around her eyes. The girl’s audacity to gawk at her was infuriating, stirring a mix of irritation and disbelief. Yet, if she were truly honest with herself, such a remark might not have crossed her mind before she met Tate. It was ironic, really. Instead of anxiously waiting for the aloof goth girl to reply, Violet turned her gaze, scanning the bustling hallway for the main office. She thought about how, if she were the new girl, she would need a schedule to navigate this unfamiliar place. Thank goodness it was still the early 90s—well before the era of digital record-keeping. In a world where files were often tangible but incomplete, she felt a flicker of hope that her arrival would still go unnoticed.

After a moment of searching, she finally spotted the small, nondescript office door tucked between a pair of peeling lockers. Steeling herself, she made her way down the corridor, her sneakers squeaking softly against the polished linoleum, ignoring the curious stares from students jostling past. Upon entering the office, the faint scent of stale coffee and fluorescent lights enveloped her.

Violet approached the secretary’s desk, her heart racing slightly as she offered an awkward smile that felt all the more vulnerable in the silence. She drummed her fingers anxiously against the countertop, which was littered with papers and a few stray pens.

"Hi, I'm the new student that's supposed to start today," she managed to say, her voice almost swallowed by the hum of the buzzing overhead lights. The secretary, with her long red fingernails tapping rhythmically against the keyboard and a wad of gum lazily popped between her lips, shifted her gaze, barely masking her irritation at being interrupted.

“Name?” she asked curtly, her expression revealing little more than annoyance as she prepared to scribble down Violet's information.

“Violet. Harmon,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder briefly, as though expecting someone—anyone—to recognize her. A lingering unease gnawed at her, as though she needed to remain vigilant, always wary of unseen gazes.

Before Violet could process her surroundings any further, a crumpled schedule was thrust into her hands, and the secretary waved her away dismissively like a pesky fly. She opened her mouth, poised to voice her confusion and indignation, but then paused. It was the 90s, after all. Though that was when she realized the lone computer in the office must have been used primarily for filling schedule gaps rather than anything else. Things didn’t always make sense, and she’d have to adapt to this peculiar rhythm. With a sigh, Violet turned to leave, clutching her schedule tightly as a new wave of anxiety crashed over her.

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"Are you sure this is going to work?" Violet asked, nervously tugging at her sleeves—a reflex she refused to acknowledge, a battle with anxiety that felt all too familiar. The dim light of the room flickered from the candles Madison had arranged with meticulous care. Violet cast a sidelong glance at her friend, who had dubbed herself a ‘witch’ with a confidence that both intrigued and unnerved her.

It wasn't that she doubted the possibility of magic; after everything that had transpired in this house, the lines of reality and belief had blurred. Shadows seemed to whisper secrets; the air thrummed with an energy that felt almost alive.

Madison, her ponytail swinging defiantly as she moved, rolled her eyes at Violet’s uncertainty. "More positive than my last drug test," she muttered under her breath, casting aside an air of flippancy as she began the ritual, her hands deftly positioning the candles around them in a sacred circle. Each candle’s flame flickered in response, casting an otherworldly glow on their anxious faces.

Yet, beneath Violet's resolve, a deep-seated unease gnawed at her. Something about this felt fundamentally wrong, a deep instinct telling her that meddling with such forces might lead to consequences far beyond what she intended. She thought of @normanbatesjr, the boy who had captivated her heart despite his flaws—the darkness that sometimes shrouded his thoughts. He was worth every risk, of course; she'd sacrifice anything to reach him again. But doubt clouded her mind. What if she couldn’t change their shared history? What if the past was etched in stone, and her actions here would only betray her?

The notion settled like lead in her stomach: Wasn’t his mind already warped by everything they had endured together? Pain intertwined with love in ways that left her breathless, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps he could regard her as just another prep girl, someone he would dismiss without a second thought. What if going back to stop him, what if it twisted her perception on her?

“Give me the item you want to tether to this side so we don’t start a… para… whatever it's called,” Madison said, snapping her fingers with an air of authority. The impatience in her tone spurred Violet into action, though doubt coiled tightly around her heart. With hesitant fingers, she pressed a small razorblade into Madison's outstretched palm—a tiny shard of cold metal that seemed far too significant for what lay ahead.

“It’s less likely to be spotted or thrown out,” Violet muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, but Madison had already moved on, her focus shifted entirely to the ritual at hand. She placed the razorblade in the center of the candlelit circle, the one drop of Violet’s blood still clinging to it shimmering in the flickering light as if it possessed a life of its own.

Madison began chanting, her voice low and rhythmic, weaving an incantation that sent shivers down Violet’s spine. The flames flickered and surged, casting wild shadows that danced around them like restless spirits. Violet felt an overwhelming wave of dizziness crash over her, a sickness that clawed at her insides—the nausea rising like a tide. She sank to the ground, clutching her head in desperation; a storm of confusion swirled around her mind, her stomach churning violently as though she were caught in a surreal dream from which she couldn't wake. Her eyes clenched shut, she fought against the overwhelming sensations, grappling with her own fear and uncertainty in a moment that felt both monumental and terrifying. So focused on keeping herself from getting sick that she did not even register Madison's chanting was gone and replaced with the shuffling of dozens of footsteps.

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"Are you sure this is going to work?" Violet asked, nervously tugging at her sleeves—a reflex she refused to acknowledge, a battle with anxiety that felt all too familiar. The dim light of the room flickered from the candles Madison had arranged with meticulous care. Violet cast a sidelong glance at her friend, who had dubbed herself a ‘witch’ with a confidence that both intrigued and unnerved her.

It wasn't that she doubted the possibility of magic; after everything that had transpired in this house, the lines of reality and belief had blurred. Shadows seemed to whisper secrets; the air thrummed with an energy that felt almost alive.

Madison, her ponytail swinging defiantly as she moved, rolled her eyes at Violet’s uncertainty. "More positive than my last drug test," she muttered under her breath, casting aside an air of flippancy as she began the ritual, her hands deftly positioning the candles around them in a sacred circle. Each candle’s flame flickered in response, casting an otherworldly glow on their anxious faces.

Yet, beneath Violet's resolve, a deep-seated unease gnawed at her. Something about this felt fundamentally wrong, a deep instinct telling her that meddling with such forces might lead to consequences far beyond what she intended. She thought of @normanbatesjr, the boy who had captivated her heart despite his flaws—the darkness that sometimes shrouded his thoughts. He was worth every risk, of course; she'd sacrifice anything to reach him again. But doubt clouded her mind. What if she couldn’t change their shared history? What if the past was etched in stone, and her actions here would only betray her?

The notion settled like lead in her stomach: Wasn’t his mind already warped by everything they had endured together? Pain intertwined with love in ways that left her breathless, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps he could regard her as just another prep girl, someone he would dismiss without a second thought. What if going back to stop him, what if it twisted her perception on her?

“Give me the item you want to tether to this side so we don’t start a… para… whatever it's called,” Madison said, snapping her fingers with an air of authority. The impatience in her tone spurred Violet into action, though doubt coiled tightly around her heart. With hesitant fingers, she pressed a small razorblade into Madison's outstretched palm—a tiny shard of cold metal that seemed far too significant for what lay ahead.

“It’s less likely to be spotted or thrown out,” Violet muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, but Madison had already moved on, her focus shifted entirely to the ritual at hand. She placed the razorblade in the center of the candlelit circle, the one drop of Violet’s blood still clinging to it shimmering in the flickering light as if it possessed a life of its own.

Madison began chanting, her voice low and rhythmic, weaving an incantation that sent shivers down Violet’s spine. The flames flickered and surged, casting wild shadows that danced around them like restless spirits. Violet felt an overwhelming wave of dizziness crash over her, a sickness that clawed at her insides—the nausea rising like a tide. She sank to the ground, clutching her head in desperation; a storm of confusion swirled around her mind, her stomach churning violently as though she were caught in a surreal dream from which she couldn't wake. Her eyes clenched shut, she fought against the overwhelming sensations, grappling with her own fear and uncertainty in a moment that felt both monumental and terrifying. So focused on keeping herself from getting sick that she did not even register Madison's chanting was gone and replaced with the shuffling of dozens of footsteps.

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"Oh," slowly accepting it as she tried to contain a smile. "Is this because Valentine's Day is this weekend?"

She raised a brow.

"Because if it is I happened to find some old Nirvana cassettes I wanted to give you and was looking for the right time."

Avoiding Valentine's Day so as not to be perceived as lame.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  please don't leave me alone. i cannot do this without you.  ❜ ❛  just fucking leave me alone!  ❜ ❛  i'm done crying about this. i'm done crying about you.  ❜ ❛  why do you even pretend to care?  ❜ ❛  will i ever be good enough?  ❜ ❛  i hate you!  ❜ ❛  i don't ever want to see you again.  ❜ ❛  if you don't go now, i promise i'll make your life a living hell.  ❜ ❛  did you ever really love me? or was it all just a game to you?  ❜ ❛  you're not my friend ... not anymore.  ❜ ❛  i don't love you anymore.  ❜ ❛  how could you do this to me? i trusted you!  ❜ ❛  i gave you my heart, and you just walked away like it meant nothing.  ❜ ❛  it's all my fault, isn't it? i ruin everything i touch.  ❜ ❛  this is goodbye. i hope you find the happiness i couldn't give you.  ❜ ❛  can't you see i'm hurting? or do you just not care enough to notice?  ❜ ❛  i don't even know who i am anymore. it's like i've lost myself along the way.  ❜ ❛  i never thought i'd see you again. why did you come back into my life now?  ❜ ❛  i'm finally happy ... why do you have to try and ruin this?  ❜ ❛  i never meant to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  what happened to us? we used to be so good together.  ❜ ❛  promises are just words, meaningless and easily broken.  ❜ ❛  i pushed you away when all i wanted was for you to stay.  ❜ ❛  why couldn't you love me back? am i not enough?  ❜ ❛  i never meant for you to find out like this. i'm so sorry.  ❜ ❛  i wish we could go back and fix the moment everything went wrong.  ❜ ❛  i feel like we're drifting apart, and no matter how hard i try, i can't stop it.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe you'd say that to me.  ❜ ❛  i thought you knew me, but your words make me question everything.  ❜ ❛  i'm trapped between two impossible choices, and neither one feels right.  ❜ ❛  no matter what i choose, someone i care about is going to get hurt.  ❜ ❛  once trust is broken, can it ever be truly repaired?  ❜ ❛  you don't get it! no one does ...  ❜ ❛  no matter what i do, it's never enough.  ❜ ❛  you said you'd always be there for me. where were you when i needed you the most?  ❜ ❛  why should i have hope when everything around me is falling apart?  ❜ ❛  i can't move forward. i keep reliving this moment over and over again, and i'm stuck.  ❜ ❛  i thought i was doing the right thing ... but i realize now that i was wrong.  ❜ ❛  was it all just a lie?  ❜ ❛  i don't even know who i am anymore. i've lost myself in trying to please everyone else.  ❜

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She laughs softly as she looks at the Tiktok that was currently playing.

"Yeah, it's pretty snoresville when it comes to the dancing. I only really keep it for the creepy story times," she nods and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Nearly pressing her cheek against his as she opened DoorDash.

"Pick what you want. My parents don't care. My dad's been like.. AWOL lately anyhow, and my mom is totally checked out."

“What’s a TikTok?” Tate is looking at her phone in utter confusion. — @normanbatesjr

She looks over from placing a cassette in the player,

"You don't have it? It's an app where people post videos. It began mostly for dances. But the government totally thinks it's spyware. Crazy right?"

She reaches for her phone and presses the app to show him.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  nothing's going to happen to us, right?  ❜ ❛  i'm ... scared.  ❜ ❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜ ❛  did i ever tell you i'm actually terrified of [the dark / heights / spiders / etc.]?  ❜ ❛  you hear me? we're not going to die today!  ❜ ❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜ ❛  i really, really don't like this.  ❜ ❛  we're completely alone here, nothing's going to happen to us.  ❜ ❛  this place has been abandoned for centuries.  ❜ ❛  whatever happens, keep the lights on.  ❜ ❛  you're not scared, are you?  ❜ ❛  this is like straight out of my worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  what are you afraid?  ❜ ❛  what was that?!  ❜ ❛  see, i told you there's nothing to be afraid of.  ❜ ❛  go on, no one will hear your screams.  ❜ ❛  it was a foolish idea to come here alone.  ❜ ❛  no one is going to save you now.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  you really think you can run from me?  ❜ ❛  it's a shame i'll have to kill you when we're done with this.  ❜ ❛  want to make a deal with the devil?  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of you. not anymore.  ❜ ❛  there are figures hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike.  ❜ ❛  this wasn't so bad now, was it?  ❜ ❛  what could possibly go wrong - it's just an old abandoned meaning, it doesn't mean it's haunted, right?  ❜ ❛  face it, we won't make it out of here alive.  ❜ ❛  i'll even give you a choice - it's either you or them. who's going to die tonight?  ❜ ❛  i will haunt you for the rest of your days.  ❜ ❛  don't scream, it will only make this worse.  ❜ ❛  you look so pretty when you're scared of me.  ❜ ❛  i won't kill you ... yet.  ❜ ❛  ghosts and monsters aren't real.  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of anything!  ❜ ❛  you! you're sick! you sent me here to die, didn't you?  ❜ ❛  close your eyes. it'll make it easier if you don't see it coming.  ❜ ❛  no matter where you hide, i'll always find you. so you better give up now.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  it's only over when i say it is.  ❜

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“What’s a TikTok?” Tate is looking at her phone in utter confusion. — @normanbatesjr

She looks over from placing a cassette in the player,

"You don't have it? It's an app where people post videos. It began mostly for dances. But the government totally thinks it's spyware. Crazy right?"

She reaches for her phone and presses the app to show him.

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☆ An Independent Portrayal of Violet Harmon from American Horror Story. 21+ Writer. Dark Themes Ahead. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. You Have Been Warned.

"I hate it here. I hate everyone. All their bourgeois designer bullshit, the east coast was much cooler. At least we had weather."