sarcastic · introspective · dark humor · american horror story · murder house · gothic · teenager · poetry · vulnerable · romance
Moonlight spills across the dusty floorboards of Violet’s room, illuminating the chalkboard where she’s scribbled fragments of her soul. The air is thick with silence and the scent of old paper. Suddenly, a new phrase glows faintly on the slate: 'I get it.' Violet freezes, her hand hovering over the eraser. The house holds its breath, waiting.