I should probably mention that I do not own any of the characters, nor do I own American Horror Story or anything related to it, except a t-shirt or something. [:
If any grammatical errors may occur, I'll fix them as soon as I notice and/or can. English is not my first language, but I'm supposedly very talented when it comes to languages.
About this chapter; Catherine is to be similar to Violet in some ways. Their personalities, however, have quite big differences.
Also, the fic does not obey all the rules of the house. I made some changes, which may be noticeable.
Disclaimer; I do NOT own American Horror Story or any of the characters except for half of Catherine perhaps.
Catherine's POV.
Catherine just frowned, and slowly removed her arms from the bed, not knowing wether to get up, or lie down again.
After a few secounds of thinking, she decided to lay down again. Catherine reached down for her phone in her pocket, and held it firmly with her long fingers.
As she unlocked the screen, she could hear a dull sound of someone either crying or sobbing. Once again, her face turned in to a frown. "Is someone there?" she asked with a rather low voice.
She didn't expect nor recieve a reply. The sounds expired, and she thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her, something that happened way too often.
Catherine opened up her playlist, and put it on shuffle. A muffled sound of Rock N' Roll High School were filling up the room. She remembered breaking her phone in anger right before the move. The cause was throwing it into the floor tiles in the bathroom, which caused the sound system to fail at times.
She put it on highest volyme, without any better results being noticed by her. Catherine lightly tapped the speakers on the phone with her index finger, and the sound quickly grew louder for every tap. That was a trick that her mother once learned her, a long time ago. Let's just say Catherine had a habit of breaking her phone speakers.
Catherine's eyes closed, as she automatically fell on her back on the bed, her other sensed being in a paralyze-like state due to the loud music playing.
A cold feeling crept up her spine, something which she chose to ignore. The room was in fact cold, so it might just've been that.
Suddenly, the music stopped. Catherine shot her eyes wide open full of fear, and sat up.
"Hi"
She screamed loud, being surprised by the common phrase. Catherine kept screaming, until' the figure in front of her tried to calm her down.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I just wanted to greet the new neighbours" the man - actually more boyish guy - in front of her said.
Catherine just sat there, a mildly angry facial expression spreading across her face.
"What are you even doing up here? I could be undressing, or something - Not that I have a problem with nudity at all, but you're a stranger and I could've used my phone to like, smash your eyes in or something" she exclaimed with a more calm voice than expected, and looked away for a brief second.
The boy just smiled, and shrugged. "I don't think that would've done the trick"
Catherine's jaw dropped when she realized that the boy that stood before her just seconds ago, were gone. Totally vanished.
She quickly got off the bed, and made her way towards the wide open door. With non-cooperating feet, Catherine had some smaller issues with getting down the stairs in the speed that she requested.
"Dad, what the fuck?!" she yelled, as she ran out on the front lawn.
To her surprise, there stood her father and her mother with three others, obviously the neighbours that her father had pointed out earlier.
"Mind your language, Catherine" her mother scolded her lightly, but dropped it right after.
Catherine's eyes were like glued to the small family. An old woman, with blonde hair - kind of with a 50's tribute hairstyle. The supposedly daughter, clearly had some kind of Downs syndrome.
This didn't really occur to her at that point, since she felt really nervous about one thing right now. The boy that showed up in her room, stood on their front lawn, completely calm, quite shy-looking. No sign of a grin or a smile, he didn't even talk or shot a look at her parents.
"Well, who might this pretty young thing be?" the older woman asked, with a mild southern accent.
Catherine's mother quickly responded, without even looking at her again. "Oh this is our daughter Catherine. She's seventeen and anti-everything"
Right then, the boy standing next to the old woman seemed to respond somewhat. A weak grin flashed quickly on his face, showing some kind of emotion. The grin faded away as soon as it had come to life, and he kept looking down.
"He was in my room"
Catherine spoke without a single emotion in her voice, except curiousity and possible annoyance.
The boy finally met her gaze, showing his full face.
His hair was kind of dirt blonde, and he had darkbrown eyes. Small wrinkles were scattered around the eye-area, and he looked untouched by her words.
"Now, what's that kind of accusation?" the woman snorted. "Tate's been here all along, so don't go pinning my son for being an intruder!"
Tate, what apparently was his name, grinned somewhat. "The Ramones are shit" He uttered the words easily, without even caring that his mother now stared angrily at him.
"Whatever, dude" Catherine shrugged it off, pretending not to care or to have been scared. "I'm fucking out of here" she mumbled, and made her way to the front door once again.