I was born with a strange gift. The ability to see and understand what's beyond us. There's none of us left, or very few. It's all mixed up in my head; images, sounds, the smell. I need to remember. Put things in order, right to this moment. Remember who I am. Who I've lost and loved. Everything hurts so much. My eyes feel so heavy. If I had to say how it all began I might as well just start here.

XOX

As the car pulled into the driveway my stomach lurched just at the sight of the house, it felt as if we were trespassing on someone else's territory. Although the building was old and lived in it didn't feel like a home but yet again nothing had felt like home for a while. As the car stopped I jolted slightly in the backseat as my mom and dad took the same motion in the front. My mother sighed, loudly. 'This is a fresh start okay? Everything will be okay now, just keep taking your meds-'

'And be normal, I know.' I exhaled, no bite in my voice. Only fatigue. I could see my dad's reflection in the rear mirror, he looked like he wanted to say something but whatever was playing on his mind was left unsaid, or unheard. I got out the car before he had a chance to say anything, clutching onto my bag. I waited by the door as my parents fumbled around, talking in the car and sharing exasperated looks. They probably shared the same concerns.

'I think you'll really like this house Eden, it's got character.' My dad supposed, his fingers latched onto the keys as he inserted them into the door and with a firm twist that was it, we had a house. My parents couldn't rush in fast enough, I could hear their feet echo in the house as I stood outside. There was a small part in my brain that was screaming at my body to not go in, like warning lights flashing at me as a shiver went down my spine but I forced myself to push it aside. Not now.

'C'mon Eden! You're letting all the cold air in!' Tentatively I took a step in, I didn't know why it all seemed so dramatic to me but I felt as if taking one more step further would be like giving in, but to what? I took another step. My eyes widened as I looked around me, it was nothing yet exactly what I imagined. There was so much detail and care within this house, everything was done for a reason. Everything had a point to it, but the one thing that stuck out to me the most was the size of it. The house was so big and empty and with each step I took another echo followed. I couldn't decide whether that was a good or bad thing.

When I was a little girl whereas all the other girls wanted to live in a castle I wanted to live in a house just like this. Old and ruined, dark and gothic. It was like something out of a dream but all the same I'm pretty sure that I've had a few nightmares as well that features a house like this. There was so much history to it, a small part of me wanted to soak it all up. A very small part.

'Well, what do you think?' I heard my dad asked, I glanced at his expectant face and my mom's and then pretended to look around the house, my eye's quickly gliding across everything in one quick take.

'It looks like something out of the Addams Family.' I replied curtly before picking up my back and walking straight past them to venture even further into the house. The next room was the kitchen and it was a lot more modernised then the last room, I didn't really have much of an opinion on it. I continued to walk until I reached the stairs. 'Where's my room?' I asked.

'Upstairs on the left hand side.' My mom replied with a sigh that resembled mine, I curtly nodded my head and started walking upstairs. The moving men had already been here so most of my stuff was presumably ready, it was just personal belongings and clothes that I had to sort out, and her things. As I walked up higher and higher and higher the same warning signs flashed off in my head, I clenched my fist and continued to walk. Convinced that if I ignored it then it would go away, not that it had ever worked before.

Pretty soon I found myself in my new designated room, surrounded by piles of boxes with everything packed except for one thing that was placed neatly on my bed. I walked over and picked up the box, already knowing what was in there I tipped it all out on my bed. Boxes of medicine falling onto my bed. The same two medications: Calxie and Sleepeaze. Already having a calculated idea of the current time I rummaged through my bag and pulled out my bottled water and picked up the Calxie, opening the box and popping out a pretty pink pill out of the seal. Quickly I consumed the pill, washing it down with my drink.

I glanced around my new room, boxes surrounding it. Boxes that were full of things that described me, things from years ago, just all packed away and shifted to the other side of the country as if it had no meaning but I guess it didn't really, after all it was just stuff. A gentle knocking sound interrupted my tangent thoughts, causing me to jump slightly. When I turned around it was just my dad stood by the door way. 'Oh, it's just you.' I muttered as started to open my boxes.

Without asking he strolled into my room, 'I see you found them then.' He noted as his eyes gestured towards the medicine.

'Yeah, thanks.' I responded nonchalantly as I waited for him to leave.

'The sleepeaze is a slightly higher dosage this time, I thought it cou-'

'Wait,' I interrupted, turning to face him. 'Higher? Why?' I questioned. My eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

'To help.' He replied simply, his lips quirked into what I hoped was a caring smile but the lines that were dented into his forehead didn't support the idea.

'But the last dosage was working fine dad, they help me sleep.' I argued, trying to hide any bite or annoyance in my voice.

'You want to be normal don't you?'

'Well, like, yeah but-'

'Then trust me, I was a doctor.' He informed me, again.

I sighed heavily and rubbed my eyes, too tired to argue. Even without the Sleepeaze, 'I know.' He just smiled at me some more, as if he knew that he won. I shit him a quick glare and he moved the conversation on.

'Speaking of normal, how is the Calxie working?' He enquired.

'Fine I think, I haven't heard or seen anything in about a month.' I answered.

'You think?'

I took in a sharp breath, agitated. 'It's working, dad.' I waited for him to leave my room but he didn.t Slowly he circled the room, his eyes inspecting everywhere as he kept his hands in the pockets of his trousers that currently kept his shirt tucked, after a minute he grew bored, or gave up and headed towards the door.

'Good, make sure it stays that way please. At lease for your mother, we could do with some normality now, especially after everything we've been through.' And then he left, closing the door behind him with a slight slam that still continued to echo throughout the room minutes after.

'It's not exactly like I have a choice in the matter.' I muttered after him. Begrudgingly I put on my headphones, played a song, shoved my ipod in my pocket and directed my thoughts towards sorting out my room.

XOX

'Eden! What happened? Eden? Eden answer me!'

'Eden what have you done? Did you do this?!'

'Oh god Eden! Eden why?'

'Eden!'

'Eden!'

'Eden!'

XOX

'Eden!' My body jolted straight up at the sound of my name, my heartbeat started to accelerate as my eyes scanned an unfamiliar room before I remembered who I was and where I was. Neither realisations were exactly like hitting gold. I rubbed my eyes tiredly and yawned, my bed covers were all wrinkled from where I must've fallen asleep but at least most of my room was sorted out. As all the images from my dream came rushing into my head my body convulsed, just as disturbed by the images and sounds as me.

'Eden!' By the second call of my name I realised it was my mom calling me I out of bed and headed down stairs. I found my mom sitting in the kitchen along with an old women. 'Oh, there she is!' my mom exclaimed as she gestured for me to come over.

Slowly I walked over to her and was now stood between my mom and the old lady. 'Eden, this is Moira. She's the maid.' She explained, I glanced over to Moira and looked her up and down and then turned to face my mom again.

'You hired a maid?' I question as my face creased up in judgement and confusion.

'No, she came with the house actually.' Once again I shifted my gaze over to Moira, although she was old and her skin was frail her hair was still a vibrant red colour that contrasted with the dark black of her maid's uniform but that wasn't the only thing that stood out about her. Her eye was another thing, where as one was a dark blue colour the other was empty, metaphorically and literally. It was a glass eyes that resembled no emotion at all. Like it was just something that was forced to be a part of her body. They almost reminded me of my eyes, although I still have both of them; whereas one was blue the other was a bright green, but if I wanted to I could make my eyes look empty. My eyes were often a topic of conversation and the results were either disgust or intrigue but within my 17 years of living I've only ever received one compliment on my eyes and that wasn't even from my parents.

Once she looked down I realised that I must've been staring at her eyes, I ripped my eyes away quickly and muttered an apology under the death glare my mom was giving me. 'If you need any help on finishing your room just let me know.' Moira offered smiling, her voice sounded just as frail and damaged as her. I just smiled a response and then turned back to my mom.

'Was that all?' I asked.

'No.' She exhaled, 'your dinner is in the oven. Your dad and I already ate since you were asleep but we thought we might as well wake you up for you dinner now.'

'Oh, okay.' She then scraped her chair and got and started walking away. I heard her call a faint 'night' but not much else. I looked at my phone and checked the time, it was 8.35. It was early so I wasn't quite sure as to why she was going to bed but I didn't really care enough to think more of it so I just walked over to the oven to grab my dinner but Moira blocked my path.

'Please ma'am, let me.' She offered.

I smiled lightly, 'Thanks but it's fine, I can do it.' I confirmed but as I went to take another step she blocked me once more.

'No I insist, please.'

'I-'

'I know you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself but I want to do it. It's been a long time since anyone has lived in this house, so please.' I could see the determination in her eyes so I backed off.

'Oh, okay. Thanks.' I uttered as I went back over to the table.

'Mrs and Mr Bridge ate earlier so I'm afraid this is pre-heated.' She notified me.

'That's fine.' As I waited I placed my cheek on one hand and looked around the kitchen. The kitchen looked like it belonged to a completely different era let alone house.

'Hey Moira? Why is the kitchen so modernised compared to the rest of the house?' I queried.

'A family that lived here refurbished it.' She replied simply as she tooled around with a plate.

'Was it the last owners?'

'No, the ones before them.'

'Oh.' I noted as I looked around the room some more. This room really was different from the rest of the house, it even had a DIY pasta maker.

'Do you know why they didn't finish the rest of the house?' My question hung in the still air as I waited for a reply but the only thing that followed my question was silence, just as I was giving up on finding answer she replied.

'They ran out of time.'

This answer only made me want to probe even more, 'What do yo-'

'Dinner's ready.' She declared, swiftly turning around and placing a plate in front of me, 'It's Lasagne.'

I didn't realise how hungry I was until the steam wafted up in my face and the smell hit me straight in the stomach. 'Thank you.'

'No problem, if you excuse me I just need to go do something.' Moira then walked off to leave me alone devouring my food. I decided that after this I would go to bed, curious to see how the higher dosage would affect me.

'Poor girl. What do we do?' My body froze at the voice, it sounded female but I couldn't quite tell as it was all blurred.

'Same as last time, isn't it?' This voice sounded a lot more familiar, it was also female. This voice however was older. My body started to shake, no, no, no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. Not again. It stopped! It was all stopping!

'I don't know. I suppose so but she seems different, she's-' I pushed the plate a way and scraped the back of my chair and jolted upstairs, my feet banging loudly on each step as I ran and ran. As soon as I reached my room I ripped out the package of Sleepeaze and Calxie and popped a pill from each into my mouth and washed it down with water. I then pulled off my jeans and recoiled into my bed without changing anything else, trying to force myself to sleep. Repeatedly I told myself that it was all in my head, because surely that was better, you could fix that, right?

XOX

'Morning Moira.' I greeted tiredly as I sauntered into the kitchen, just as I stepped the kettle finished boiling.

'Morning ma'am.' She greeted graciously, yawning I walked over to the kettle and grabbed a cup, 'Let me-'

'I'm really fussy about my tea, just let me do this.' I tried saying in the least pissy way possible but I don't think I succeeded. As I waited for the kettle to boil I grabbed a glass and filled it with water then pulled out a pink pill.

'Great, another freak.'

I then placed it in my mouth and washed it down with the warm stale water and grimace, I should've left the tap running longer. Right after the kettle boiled and made my usual tea; lots of milk and lots of sugar.

The hot liquid ran through my throat and settled in my stomach nicely, almost bringing a familiar comfort. As I sat in the kitchen on my own, clinging onto my mug it was times like this that I wish I still ad Facebook and various other social networking sites, it would be something to do in the eerie silence but then yet again probably not, I did delete if for a reason after all. I yawned again, still feeling groggy from the medication, I'd have to ask my dad to bring it back again. As much as I was grateful for sleep I hated feeling fatigued throughout the day.

'Would you like me to make you anything for breakfast? Or I suppose it would be lunch now.' Moira asked as she strolled back into the room again. I glanced at her.

'Did you say lunch? What time is it?'

'It's 12.15.'

'I've been asleep for 12 hours?!' I exclaimed, 'Why didn't anyone wake me Moira?'

'Your mother told me not to disturb you as she had some things she had to sort out for you quickly.' She informed me.

My eyebrows knitted in confusion, 'What things-?'

'Eden!' As if she knew just what we were talking about my mom came strolling into the room, ringing my name out until her eyes finally landed on me. The moment it did, her face dropped even more than usual. 'Eden, why aren't you ready yet?' She demanded, an obvious bite to her tone. Ignoring it I just shrugged and took another sip of my tea, I could hear her sigh heavily in the background. She was trying to bite back any remarks, especially with Moira around. I refrained myself from smirking.

'I guess it doesn't matter, Eden come on. I want you to meet someone.' She told me, grabbing my arms and hauling it off the chair.

'Who?' I asked questioningly, trying to rip my arm away from her tight grasp. 'Mom, where are you taking me?' I questioned once we passed the kitchen and corridor.

'Just the study.' She informed me. I didn't even realize we had a study, I barely even knew this house at all.

Once we reached our designated area she let go of my sore arm and opened the door in front of us, inside was my dad sat down and talking with another unfamiliar man, he looked a year or two younger than mine and had chestnut hair whereas my dad had dirty blonde hair with stubble around his face. I gave the strange man a quizzical look, especially when he looked up at me and smiled, a smile that almost resembled a smirk.

With a gentle hand on my back my mom pushed me father into the room, both men stood up to face me. 'Ah, this is Eden. My daughter. The one I was telling you about.' My father informed the strange man. The man smiled at me and held out his hand.

'Nice to meet you, I'm Ben. Ben Harmon.' Tentatively I took his hand and shook it.

'Hi… Ben.'

'Eden,' my mom started, 'This will be your psychiatrist for the foreseeable future.' Although her voice was gentle and soft this time, her words were not. I snapped my head over to mom and then to my dad, back and forth, back and forth.

'What?!' I demanded, my voice almost resembling a screech.

'He's very good at what he does, we've checked all his paperwork, doctorates and reviews. I really think he could help you.' She explained, she was trying to remain calm.

'But I just got here! You said this was a fresh start! How can this be a fresh start if I'm still considered crazy?!' I opposed hoarsely, my body was way past trembling and was now just shaking out of anger.

'Eden, no one is calling you crazy-' Ben insisted but his voice was overshadowed by the slam of slam of my dad's palm on his desk.

'Eden, what did you think was going to happen? That once you'd moved no longer need to be in therapy?'

'I… You…'

'You know it doesn't work like that, so for now on you will be seeing him. End of.' I looked up at my dad, his gaze was stern. He was serious, I then glanced over at the two other faces. Everyone was watching me, I wasn't sure what they expected but I just sighed heavily.

'Fine, whatever.' I shrugged, looking down.

'Great. You'll be seeing me twice a week, your first session will be starting tomorrow at 1, is that okay?' Ben asked. I rubbed my eyes.

'Not like I have anything else to do.' I muttered. 'I need a piss.' I told them. I turned around and started walking up stairs, eventually reaching the bathroom.

Once I went to the toilet I went over to the sink and looked at my reflection, my dirty blonde hair was messy and sticking up at all ends and my eyes looked duller than usual. I grabbed a hairband and tied my hair up into a rough ponytail as to keep it out of my face until I could be bothered to brush it but right now I just wanted to go back to bed.

'You sure do have a lot of books.' An unfamiliar female voice claimed once I reached my open bedroom door, I looked up surprised to see a girl there roughly about my age rummaging through my room.

'What?' I uttered dumbly unsure of what else to say to the brunette.

'Your room contains a lot of books, that's all.' She replied, still walking around. Her fingers sometimes grazing over anything that piqued her interest.

'Oh, right.' I mumbled then suddenly the realisation sunk in; there is a total stranger in my room. 'What are you doing in my room?' I asked coldly, walking over to her and slamming the jewellery box that she had just opened. She pulled her hand back slightly but she just smiled.

'I live close by and I saw you move in so I thought I'd come over and introduce myself.' She explained casually.

'Who let you in?' I probed more.

'Your maid.'

'What's your name?' I questioned once more.

'Violet. You?'

'I'm Eden.' Violet just smiled.

'Eden, what do you think of this house?'

Ta Dah! That's it for this chapter, originally I wanted it to be longer but I always struggle with writing the first chapters for stories. Even my own original ones, I hope you liked it though. Heads up, Tate wont be in it for a few chapters but no worries there's no rush. This is going to be quite a longs story, especially since I'm all about character development and stuff so it'd probably be double what I already have planned. So if you couldn't already tell Eden has quite the past and you will find out what it is as the story goes on. Just so you know the very first chapter is Eden speaking from the future but the monologue is loosely based off Beyond Two Souls because I thought it fitted rather well. Also another thing is that this story is inspired by the other AHS Taste Of Cherries, it's so good! Check it out but it also isn't too long and she update regularly! The story will definitely hit you in your feels. I've had this idea for the story for a while but I felt like it wasn't good enough to upload and I felt shy/embarrassed etc but her story made me think 'F**k it! Why not?' So if you end up liking this story as I write more chapters thank herXD

Woah- that was a lot to write ahah, anyway see next time! (ps. Who do you think should play Eden?)