Every single time I watch AHS, I get the feeling that I finally understand everything… Until the next episode, that is. The newest one inspired me to start writing AHS fanfiction. I have a few chapters in progress. Please let me know if I should continue. These will be short chapters, but probably not as short as the first.
Everything was cloudy, muffled. The walls were white, barren. Vivien tried to get up from her bed, but could not. Something held her down. She turned her head violently but could not see anything but white. She could not move, could not speak.
Everything suddenly clicked into place. This wasn't her house. This wasn't the Murder House. She wasn't in her room. She was in a white room, on a white bed. Where was Violet? Where was her husband? Oh.
She remembered. They betrayed her. They did not believe her. Violet lied. The one time she needed them they weren't there. They thought she was crazy, insane. But she was terrified. The rubber man tried to rape her. And... Could she believe Hayden? It all seemed crazy, but not as crazy as the last few weeks had been.
She heard muffled voices, coming from outside the room. She couldn't focus on what they were saying, though. The medication was making it difficult.
The voices got closer. At least two men. Maybe one woman. They opened the door and walked to the foot of her bed, talking at her instead of to her.
"…psychotic break…"
"… possibly paranoid schizophrenia"
"…post-traumatic stress disorder…"
"… violent hallucinations"
"… harmful to herself and others…"
She remembered what Moira said about doctors, what they used to do to women. The drugs were somewhat wearing off. She yelled- it came off as a weak moan. She thrashed as hard as she could. The restraints would not budge.
Beeping noises grew louder as she struggled. They were the monitors that she was hooked up to.
"Nurse! Prepare a syringe"
"Noooo," she moaned. There was a sharp pain in her arm. Then, blackness.