My Home Is With You

PLEASE READ THIS NOTE FIRST

Now, before I start, I need to give you guys a big warning. This story is going to be loosely based of the kind of romance between Tate Langdon and Violet Harmon from the show American Horror Story. However, this means this story is going to include serious things like self harm, death, suicide e.c.t. I will of course give a trigger warning before each chapter that includes something triggering. But I knew that I needed to give a big warning before anyone started reading this story in case you wont want to read something like this.

Trigger warning- Self harm.

Chapter One - Ghost Stories

"Why though?" I shouted at him as he carried the box up the stairs.

"Because we need a fresh start sweetie. It's a nice house, I'm sure you'll love it here. You just need to settle in"

"Yeah right" I hiss as I run up the stairs to my new room. It was nice, although I would never admit that to my parents. Painted a dark blue, double bed in the middle, it was currently full of boxes which I would have to unpack eventually, but for now I might as well let my anger run its course. I marched in the bathroom connected to my room and slammed the door behind me. I knew what I wanted to do, I knew my blades were only an inch away in my make up bag by the sink. I knew the cuts on my arms were already asking for another friend, but I couldn't. Not right now. I'd give in to temptation later. It was stressful for me, the move, moving away from my school, which was a shit hole anyway, but even so it was the principle. The school were always on about stability in your final year, so moving across the country was possibly the worst thing they could have done to me. The idea of going to a new school, seeing all the different groups and meeting them all with their judging faces. The thought of it made me want to run away from this place.

"Ally, come on sweetie" shouts my mom who was stood outside my door. I didn't really understand why she was even giving this move a chance. The only reason we were here was because my dad cheated on her with some tramp on a stag do. I was surprised she ever gave him another chance, he didn't deserve one.

I opened the bathroom door to see her stood outside, she looked tired. Bags under her eyes with no make up on, dressed in some old tattered top she'd found at the back of her wardrobe and had insisted on wearing since it was her "favorite" even though she hadn't even remembered its existence in the last 10 years.

"I know this move is hard for you. Its hard for me too. But just think" she says, walking me over to the bed where I sit and she sits next to me, it creeks eerily, but I didn't mind, I was used to unusual sounds, it makes my mom cringe though. "Tomorrow, you'll start at a new school, meet new friends, meet new teachers and you'll do great. I know you will"

"I still don't understand why we moved here, why you gave him another chance and made me move away"

"You always said you hated it back at home."

"Still." I sigh, not really having anything to fight my case with.

"You'll fight against anything you can wont you" she laughs to herself. "That's one thing that's so amazing about you Ally" she smiles, wrapping one arm around me. "Trust me, you'll like this place in a few weeks."

I don't say anything to her, I just sit there, waiting for her to take the hint and leave, which she eventually does.

Waking up the next morning was like waking up to find that everything you loved has disappeared, well, I'd felt like that for months, but today it felt ten times worse. I turned on my music before jumping in the shower. It was strange to look at my arms, covered in cuts and bruises, I always found it curious to see them, the new ones from the previous night after I had argued with my dad about moving and I stormed up stairs. Then, well, you know what happens. I found it strange how fast they would heal, yet the remnants were left there.

I dressed in some knee length dress on the top of one of the boxes, it was kind of a dark blue with floral patters, a pair of old black and white flats and a long cream cardigan to cover my arms.

"You look nice" my mom commented as I slung my bag around my shoulders, prepared to leave.
"Thanks" I mummer, not sure if she heard me or not, I wasn't really that bothered.

"Are you ready for your first day?"

"Please don't make out that this is a big deal or you care about it" I sigh, walking to the front door.

"I do Ally. I cant believe for a second you think I don't care" she replies which makes me laugh. I refuse to carry on the conversation so I walk out the door, making a statement of closing it loudly before walking away.

School is as horrible as you would think. By first period I had already figured out who was who, who to avoid, who I could possibly talk to if I was in any mood for company, which I knew would be rare, but you never know. I wasn't expecting to actually talk to anyone throughout the day which was why I constantly had my headphones in. I was just minding my own business, walking outside where people were sat eating, in my own world, cigarette in my hand, watching the smoke fly past me.

"Hey!" shouts a voice right next to my ear, making me jump. I roll my eyes when I turn to see a girl with bright blonde hair, short skirt, low cut top.

"What?"

"You cant smoke here. There's a ban on it and second hand smoke can kill other people"

"Sorry. I'm new, I didn't know"

"Well, now you do" she glares, making it sound like she was trying to teach me a lesson which pissed me off.

"Okay" I reply wide eyed at her, shocked at how rude people were. I drop my cigarette on the floor and put it out with my foot.

"You have got to be kidding me. You smoke, helping kill yourself, you risk other people lives and then you litter." she shouts, picking up the cigarette next to my foot and shoving it in my face. "Eat it" she shouts, trying to force it in my mouth.

"No, what the fuck" I shout back, shoving her hand back. A group of kids gather round us to see the drama as she shouts her head off at me, the chant and heckle back hoping to see a fight, so for once in my life, I decide to give people what they want. As she tries to shove the cigarette into my face, I use my other hand to slap her right across the face making her shout even louder. She drops the cigarette on the floor and punches me, it was hard and fast, I could feel the blood running down my forehead.

"What the hell happened" my dad asks as I walk into the house. I know he didn't care, he was selfish, he only cared about himself, but I tell him anyway otherwise I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Some bitch at my school. It doesn't matter"

"Boy or girl?"

"Girl."

"Did you get a good hit in?"

"Yeah" I laugh, actually pleased that that was one of his main questions.

"That's my girl" he says, nudging my shoulder lightly. "Your mom and I were planning on a family dinner, you know, to celebrate moving in and everything"

"Um, well. I was planning on going out later. There were some people I met at school who were going to the beach. They asked me to come with them" I lied. To be honest, I just didn't want to sit through the pain of a family dinner. My mom and dad resisting the urge to fight while they asked me personal questions which was the last thing I wanted to take part in.

"Oh, okay great." he smiles, I had perfected the art of lying a couple of years ago, especially after I started wearing long sleeved jumpers all the time to cover my arms.

"I'm going out" I shout as I walk over to the front door. The house was big and open, so I knew it would echo enough for one of them to hear me. There isn't a reply, but I had my phone in my pocket for when they would call me ad ask me what had happened and where I had gone and who I was with. I had changed into a pair of black jeans and a long sleeved grey shirt which a white lace over shirt on the top, and a pair of old tattered brown boots.

It was already dark outside, the moon above the sky. Usually people would say something poetic about it, but honestly, it wasn't that impressive. It had risen a countless number of times, so I was unsure about what people found so fascinating about it. I walked down the streets, I didn't really know where I was going, I just needed to get out of the house and breath. Be alone without parents asking how school was, how I was feeling, and ending with me getting annoyed again about moving. I just put my headphones in and play my music loud, a cigarette handing out of my mouth without worrying that some bitch would shout at me or my parents would catch me.

I'm almost at the beach when I can hear something near me. Reluctantly I pull out one of my headphones and look around.

"Got any Kurt Cobain?" says a deep voice. I turn to see a guy sitting on the beach across the road, his back turned to me, I put my headphone back in, realising he couldn't possibly be talking to me. I walk across the street onto the beach, my boots slipping through the sand with ease. I could barely see where I was going, but I eventually saw some old lifeguards hut, built on platforms to keep the sea from getting at it. It still had an old light flickering inside. I climbed a couple of the steps to the hut and sat down, pulling out another cigarette.

"D'you not hear me before?" says a voice not far away. I look up from my phone, pulling my headphones out and looking around. "Do you have any Kurt Cobain?" a voice says behind me, I jump up from the step, turning to see a long blonde haired boy stood at the top of the steps. It takes me a second to compose myself before I say anything.

"Weren't you sat down the beach just two minutes ago?"

"Yeah" he laughs, walking down a couple of steps towards me.

"Then how the hell did you get up there?"

"So many questions yet you haven't answered mine yet" he says, a comforting smile on his face.

"Um, yeah. I have a couple of songs"

"Good. Then I don't have to teach you about good music then"

"Who are you?" I ask confused.

"I'm Austin."

"And why are you walking around the beach by yourself?"

"Probably the same reason you are. Getting away from everyone. Your new here right? Makes sense why you'd want some space, high school students are ass holes"

"That's true." I reply, sitting down on the steps, he sits down next to me a second later.

"You never said your name"

"Its Ally"

"Well, nice to meet you Ally. Finally another messed up kid to walk around the beach with."

If you got this far then I hope you liked the chapter. Like I said, there will be a trigger warning before each chapter just in case. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and if people find it offensive or I get so many complaints I will of course delete the story immediately

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