So hello! It's been a long time since I've been on the site. I've be preoccupied with life but have felt the desire to get back into writing. I've really enjoyed the last season of AHS and wanted to give it a go for a story. Please let me know how I am doing by leaving me some comments. I know people read my stories but I never know how they take to them. Thanks! Hope you enjoy!

Endings Mean New Beginnings (Prologue)

Lenore Lowe was very different from other people. It was why her mother had her committed to a mental hospital at the age of thirteen and left her there. Only her brother, John, came to see her. It wasn't until now that she could leave. At eighteen, Lenore was finally in charge of her own life.

Sitting on the stoop of the hospital, Lenore held her suitcase in her lap as she stared at the little girl wearing an outdated dress. She was playing hopscotch near the street and singing a song, "...any little girl, that's a nice little girl, is the right little girl for me..."

Suddenly the little girl stopped and looked up towards her. Lenore gave a tiny smile and lifted her hand in a timid wave. The little girl lifted her gloved hand and Lenore could see the stains of blood as she waved. As the little girl turned around, Lenore could see her head was split open on the back, as if something had smashed her head open.

A man walked in front of her and by the time he passed, the little girl was gone. Looking down at her suitcase, Lenore bit her lip.

"Lennie?"

Looking up, a bright smile crossed her face and she stood, dropping her suitcase to the ground as she wrapped her arms around her brother's neck in a fierce hug. John chuckled and wrapped his arms around his baby sister's slim figure, swaying slightly.

He set her on her feet and held her by the shoulders as he looked down at her, "Look at you! Ready to get out of here?"

Nodding vigorously, Lenore picked up her suitcase which was promptly taken by her brother, and was led towards John's car. She sat in the passenger seat quietly as John tossed her suitcase in the trunk and walked around the car to the driver's side.

Soon they were driving down the road, John had an excited smile on his face. Looking over at her, he said, "Guess where we're going?"

Looking over at him, she shrugged. Grinning, he said, "Come on, guess."

Squinting her eyes, she pretended to think, "...I'm guessing my brother forgot I don't like guessing games."

Shaking his head, he said, "Still a smart ass, I see."

Looking towards the road, he said, "We're going to the carnival; Alex is meeting us wit the kids."

Smiling, Lenore sat up straighter, "I get to meet the kids?!"

"At last!" John said, glad to see his baby sister smiling.

It had been a hard road for Lenore. He knew that. Their mother had been adamant on leaving her in the hospital until she was eighteen. A few months ago, she had called him, begging him to not let her stay with him.

"I'm telling you Johnny! There is something wrong with her!" his mother had said harshly over the phone.

He had never been close to his mother and had never understood why she had Lenore committed. He had never agreed with it either. When he had offered to take her and get her out of the hospital, their mother had refused to give up her rights as Lenore's guardian. He couldn't do anything until now, and he was going to do whatever he could to help his sister.

After driving to Santa Monica, with a pitstop at a shop to buy Lenore a more appropriate outfit for the beach, they soon arrived at the carnival.

Twisting her fingers together nervously, Lenore followed behind John slowly. John noticed his sister's reluctance and took her hand, pulling her close and wrapped an arm around her, "It's gonna be okay, Lenore."

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, looking down at her feet.

"Daddy!"

A small boy with light blonde hair came running towards them. Lenore's eyes widened at the sight of her nephew. John had shown her pictures of him ever since he was born but she had never met him. His wife, Alex, didn't want him around the mental hospital. Not that she blamed her sister-in-law.

John scooped up the boy and held him close, "Hey buddy!"

"Who that?" Holden asked, pointing at Lenore.

With a smile, he stepped towards Lenore, "This is your Auntie Lenore. Can you say hi?"

Holden waved his tiny hand, "Hi!"

Smiling, Lenore waved back at her nephew, "H-Hi Holden."

Standing behind them, watching, was Alex. She was holding little Scarlett, who was no older than 2. She watched as John introduced Holden to his sister, Lenore. She was apprehensive about Lenore living with them. John really didn't talk about why she had been committed but she was determined to find out before she let her around her children.

Adjusting her hold on Scarlett, Alex approached them with a tight smile, "Hello Lenore."

Lenore looked somewhat shy as she looked at Alex, "Hello Alex. Thank you for letting me stay with you."

Alex's face softened a bit at the sound of Lenore's gentle voice. She looked like a deer about to bolt. She looked around nervously and then down at her feet. Taking a chance, Alex reached out and touched Lenore's arm, "You're more than welcome."

Lenore looked up and gave a smile before looking at Scarlett, "She's beautiful."

Alex looked down at her daughter with a smile, "I know."

John gave his wife a smile and mouthed, "Thank you," before ushering his sister forward, "Let's go! Have some fun!"

"Holden!"

Lenore looked up from where she sat playing with little Scarlett. In the distance, she could here John screaming.

"Holden!"

Biting her lip, a feeling of dread filled her chest as Alex came running towards her and Scarlett, tears filling her eyes, "Holden's missing!"

Eyes wide, Lenore rose to her feet and picked up her niece, "What?!"

Alex reached out and all but yanked Scarlett from her arms, "Give me my baby!"

Shocked, Lenore stared at her sister-in-law. Alex didn't say another word as she turned and ran towards John who was still screaming his son's name.

Desperate to help, Lenore began running around the carnival, searching for her nephew. She began calling his name over and over again, "Holden! Holden!"

But they did not find Holden that day. They never found him at all. Not for five long years.

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