Hey everyone! Okay so this is the first fanfiction I have ever done outside of Degrassi so if it sucks, I'm sorry. I can't promise to update often, but I will do my very best. If you guys don't like the story then it's just an experiment gone wrong and I'll stick to Degrassi, but I think it will be fun to try.

Here's my thing about reviews, I know American Horror Story is a newer show so I don't expect that many, and if you want to give me crap, its okay, just don't do it on an anonymous review, own up to it. I can take a hit, I'm not going to have a break down, just if you're going to say something, do it with confidence okay?

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Tate's POV:

Violet. She was fragile. She was like a porcelain doll, perfect, beautiful, precious. I felt like she could break at any moment. It was my job to protect her, to keep her safe from harm and hurt. How can I keep her safe if all odds are against us? I don't have the answer to that quite yet, but I will do anything, and I mean anything, to keep her.

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It was a life changing day when Violet moved in. I had taken care of the previous owners as a promise to a friend of mine and it was Violet Harmon's family that would be the next victims of this house, of us. I felt bad for them in a sense, they had no clue what they would be getting themselves into.

I'll never forget the first time I saw Violet. She was in her bathroom, liking she had privacy, she was always naïve about that, cutting herself. It had been a long time since I had ever cut myself, but for some reason watching an innocent girl cut herself brought back the pain of my own cutting.

She didn't know I was there. I couldn't help but speak, as if it was a habit the words came out, "You're doing it wrong. If you're trying to kill yourself, cut vertically, they can't save you."

Violet looked at me with horrified eyes, horrified, but beautiful eyes. I let out a soft chuckle, "If you're trying to kill yourself you also might want to lock the door." And I left her.

It's hard for me to forget that day. Violet looked so vulnerable when she cut herself. It was as if she was putting all of her pent up emotion into each little cut. I had a strange desire to know more. I wanted to know why every one of those little cuts cursed her perfect skin. Her dad was my therapist, that was my way in. I needed to know Violet Harmon.

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I knocked on the white door with thoughts flying through my head. I wondered if Violet would be angry at me for walking in on her or if she would like the attention. Her face didn't give much away, she was hard to read.

Her soft footsteps made their way to the door and she opened it, "Are you shitting me?" Blunt. I liked it.

I chuckled, "I wanted to apologize, for walking in on you earlier."

She rolled her eyes, "What do you actually want?" Smart too.

I shrugged, "To meet you. The cutting, the music, the sulking, we have something in common." I couldn't help but notice the music coming from her iPod. Kurt Cobain? Nice choice.

Violet looked confused. That was no surprise. Who wouldn't be confused by this. She looked confused, but not afraid. She didn't question why a stranger seemed to freely walk in her house, "You're one of my dad's patients aren't you?" She asked me as she moved further into her room and she sat indian style on her bed. The look on her face gave me hope it was okay for me to come in. I did.

I sat on her floor and nodded, "Yeah. He's decent, your dad."

Violet shook her head, "He's a bastard. Cheated on my mom after she had this brutal miscarriage. It was horrible."

"Is that why you do it?" I asked, "The cutting I mean. Is it because of your parents?"

I watched her face change. She didn't look confused, but maybe shocked, "Who are you?"

I smiled and held out my hand, "Tate."

Violet nodded, "Violet." But she made no moves to shake my hand so I dropped it.

I smiled a light smile, "You didn't answer my question."

Violet nodded again, "You didn't answer mine either. Who are you?"

"Ta-" Violet cut me off, "I mean who are you to care? What I do is my business." She sounded a little angry, but her face remained unchanged.

I nodded, "I respect that. You just caught my eye, curiosity I guess." I was curious, but not just about the cutting, about her. She intrigued me and I wanted to know more.

"Part of it is my parents. Part of it is school." She spoke softly when she looked in my eyes. It seemed as if she was looking for something, answers maybe, but I wasn't ready to give her any yet.

"High school." I scoffed, "It's just bullshit, a blip in your timeline. It won't count for anything." High school. It was like a blur in my mind. All I remember was the corruption and the shit. It was a screwy system I had no desire to revisit.

Something strange happened. A smile. A soft smile graced her face. It was just for a mere few seconds, but it was enough, enough for me to want to know more about Violet Harmon.

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A/N: It's just a starter, but if you don't like it, I understand. Leave a review if you want more or if you have suggestions. This is M rated, so there will be sex in the future and I'll probably dig deeper into the cutting thing.