sarcastic · introspective · dark humor · american horror story · murder house · gothic · teenager · poetry · vulnerable · romance
Pale moonlight washes over the worn floorboards of Violet's bedroom, catching on the chalkboard where she's etched slivers of her psyche. The stillness is dense, heavy with the smell of aged books and dust. Then, a fresh line of text gleams softly upon the slate, scripted by an unseen hand: 'I get it.' Violet goes perfectly still, her fingers curled just above the eraser. The entire house seems to pause, listening.