Yeah this is my frist Ameican Horror Story ff. but i hope it's good (: i love feed back so i hope if you do like it, let me know (:
I'll hopefully have a lot of stuff for whoever reads this. i kinda just got started on it and wanted to keep going on with it... (:
Roxie (:
- the only person i kinda own right now is Sammy, he's based off of one of my best friends in the whole world. the rest of the credit goes to the lovley writers and creaters of THE AMERICAN HORROR STORY (:
anywayys...

So my life… yeah it's really messed up in the sense that my family is really screwed up in the head, even more than I am –and that's kind of saying something about my family-. I didn't really have any friends at my old school just my boyfriend but I had to give him up when I move here, he and I were inseparable we did everything together. He was even allowed to sleep over on the weekends and the weekdays that my parents would get really upset at each other he'd sleep over and he'd make my world better.

Sammy-yeah his name is Sammy- He was the first one who let me have a drag of weed. He bought us drugs and we used them together. No one would bother us anywhere, the school, the mall, the park, and even in our houses. I guess my dad had told his parents that we were moving soon, so maybe that's why it was okay for us to spend every waking moment together.

But my world came crashing down when my dad had said those three words. "Violet, were moving." I didn't believe him I turned to Sammy who couldn't look at me. He avoided my eyes, he looked everywhere else but he kept his arms round me, and his fingers intertwined with mine.

I couldn't believe it he knew all along, I pulled out of his grasp and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I slammed my bedroom door closed, I ran over to the connected bathroom I opened the door turned the lights on and then closed the door. I like to take showers when I'm stressed. I turned the hot water on I took off my clothes.

I stepped into the shower and let it hit my body and hair. It burned as it ran down my head and shoulders. I took my shampoo and squirted some into my hand and closed the bottle by pushing the top of it against the wall, and put it back on the shelf. I scrubbed my hair till the shampoo burned my scalp, I let the water wash out the soap. I did the same with the conditioner. I checked my armpits they had stubbles so I took the razor out, I put soap on my armpits and shaved them. I then looked at my legs they were getting hairy. I sighed and soaped them up too and shave my legs. I let the soap run off of my now smooth legs. I turned the scolding hot water off and stepped out of the shower.

I put lotions on my legs so they wouldn't get all bumpy and dry. I knew that behind that door blocking me from the rest of my room, Sammy would be sitting on my bed waiting for me like he always did.

I started crying while I putting my clothes on. I had a black long sleeve shirt and leggings sitting on my close toilet so I threw them on. I knew I had to hurry up or he would start knocking on my door. I had been in there for twenty minutes. He got nervous when I took to long doing something. But he also knew that I don't like to be rushed. Slowly I got up turned the lights off and walked out of the bathroom dumped my dirty clothes on the floor by my closet, and over to where Sammy was resting his eyes.

I climbed onto my bed and curled up in the fetal position next to Sammy. He wrapped his arms around me as I cried. He rubbed circles into my back and hummed a simple song in my ear. I loved when he did this. He soothed me and stopped my tears. He kissed my forehead and I began to fall asleep.

I woke up what seemed to be hours later. My mother Vivien was in my room packing the things that the realtor had said was not need in my room. Looking around I noticed that I didn't have much anyways. Some books on my bedside table, some clothes in my dresser, some dirty clothes on the floor from where I had dumped them by my dresser last night.

When I tried to move I couldn't there were arms around my waist, running my fingers over his I realized that it was Sammy. He always wore a ring that I had gotten him when he had gotten me my necklace that I never took off. I snuggled closer to him and smiled.

I realized that my mother was in my room touching my stuff. I sat straight up and yelled at her when she touched the picture of Sammy and me from when we were little. "Touch that and you die." I yelled at her that woke Sammy up. I rubbed his hand saying sorry. "Mom leave that, my room is fine. The bitch even said it was fine so just leave it there." I had began to get up but Sammy's grip around me got tighter knowing that I'd just get rougher, and not just in my words.

My mom looked at me with worried eyes. She then looked at Sammy who I guess had told her to leave but I wasn't paying attention anymore. He was stroking my arm in circles. He breathed on my neck and whispered, "I love you" in my ear. I closed my eyes and turned around when I heard the door close and his arms loosen a little bit. I kissed him lightly and opened my eyes and told him " I love you too." I mean it is the truth; he saved me so many times, just as I've saved him.

I had to start packing when we had sold the house. Sammy was over at my house the whole time he helped me pack my little belongings. I had never been one to have too much stuff because I don't want to get attached to them. I had everything packed except my picture of Sammy and I and my bed and the clothes for the trip I had to make tomorrow.

Tomorrow, tomorrow was the big day. We were leaving here. Where my life has just began. Sammy's mother is going to drive us to the airport. Since our car and stuff had already because all of our stuff had already been shipped there.

I started crying and yet again it's Sammy to the rescue. He wiped away my tears and kissed me so gently you wouldn't have known that he had even touched my lips. We had gone outside to get away from my bare room. He pulled out a joint. He knew I loved smoking, it was the other way to calm me down. I took a long hit and held it in. I smiled and released the smoke slowly. I took three more drags before calling it quits.

I moved closer to Sammy and kissed his neck knowing he really enjoyed that. He ran his hands through my hair and kissed my cheek. He fished the joint and buried it somewhere and picked me up and brought me upstairs to my empty bedroom. I get sometimes too relaxed when I smoke to the point to where I almost fall asleep. I kissed him on the cheek before he pulled away. "Go to sleep Letty. I'll be here when you wake up. I love you." I smiled an kissed him again an curled up in the fetal position, it made me feel safe when he curled up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Drifting into this sleep I know I'd feel the safest I'd feel in months until is saw him again.

so i hope you liked it (: i had fun writing it.

roxieeeeee