Well well well. It's good to be back in the writing buizz, this is my first AHS fanfic, so please don't shame me for my awful writing and ideas, and by the way, I'm basing my OC character Callie off of myself. Well anyway, my hopes for this story are never-ending. I hope you enjoy the show.

You will be secure

Because there is hope

You will look about you

And take your rest in safety

You will lie down

With no one to make you afraid

And many will court your favor

-Job 11:18-19

It was still dark out; mainly because it's four in the morning and god is too tired to send out the sun for a long day of work.

Of course I was exhausted, but that truly didn't matter at the moment; I was just escorted to the Briarcliff asylum for the mentally unstable, and at the moment I was beginning to question if this place made people better or worse.

It was the second of July, and about a month ago was my fourteenth birthday.

Yes. I am fourteen. Which also makes me wonder why I was sent here of all places; considering that some of the nuns who watched as I was being escorted inside referred to me as "just a baby"

I lived with my mom in Boston; she worked 24/7 because my dad had left when I was a small child. So I didn't really see her often except for waking up in the morning; she worked night shifts at a local bar. Things have been pretty rough for us lately; my dad married again and the bill collectors have been attacking us for months now and oh yes, I forgot. I have severe depression.

I got bullied allot at school, allot of fights occurring and such. And I could tell my mom was getting really irritated with me; I could understand why because the woman was breaking her back just to get a meal on the table for us, and I start causing trouble in school. Though I feel it wasn't really my fault in the first place because they were always the one's to attack me first. But anyway –to sum things up, in the 1960's life for a single mom and her severely depressed child was a living hell.

"Sister Mary Eunice what is this baby doing in my office!"

I looked back to see a nun who appeared to be in her late fifties walk into the room and sit in her desk. She eyed me up and down before opening the paperwork that lay before her on the desk.

"So that's why you're here, a self harmer with severe depression."

She looked back up at me as I nodded yes.

"Well unfortunately the only asylum for children that's around is out of beds, and considering that you're older than most of the patients there your prescriber decided to send you here"

So that's why I was sent here.

I stared at the ground not even noticing I was shivering, I felt a tear slide down my face just thinking about my mom; I missed her already. The way she cried when they took me away; it was the worst thing to watch with nothing to do about it.

"Poor child's shaking, probably up all night sorting paper work at that no good hospital. Mary Eunice! Get in here and show this girl her room."

The other nun walked into the room and held out her hand for me to take it; she was much younger looking and had a more innocent feel than the other one.

"Now you get some rest child, we'll start talking about treatment tomorrow."

I nodded and took the young nun's hand; escorting me to my room for a day's well needed rest.

On our way to my room we walked through a room of other patients there. It appeared to be a recreation room of some sort; the music was awful and the room had a heavy smell of body odor and cigarettes.

I thanked god we were finally out of there when I was escorted into my room; it was dark and dingy just the way I liked it. There was a bed in the corner of the room and right beside it on the wall was

"I died in here" in purple crayon.

Oh yes.

I could tell this was going to be a fun stay.