Oh hey. Just excuse this AHS fanfiction that somehow made its way onto your dash. (I apologize that I couldn’t make it a read more. Don’t hate me)

She placed the gun into her mouth without a moment of hesitation, she couldn’t live with herself. A glance down at her husbands lifeless body on the floor in front of her secured every thought that was racing through her mind. She closed her eyes tightly, tears escaping through her eyelashes. She prayed for peace, she prayed for forgiveness. If anyone had been around, she would have said goodbye, just to assure them this was what she wanted. But she had taken the life of the only person she had who cared about her. With a shaky last breath, her finger tightened on the cold metal of the trigger. 

In that moment, Nora Montgomery ended her life. 

Suddenly, she was aware of a darkness. Where was she? She couldn’t even remember what had happened. But she could tell one thing- something was off. Her eyes opened sleepily, adjusting to the light that was above her. She was in the living room, she realized. On the floor, though? What on earth had happened? She must have slipped, or something of the sort. Fainted, perhaps. That was the only explanation. 

She sat up slowly, feeling slightly dizzy as she did so. She pulled herself to her feet and was suddenly struck with the scene around her. No. The thought rang through her head as everything seemed to stop making sense. 

The first thing she had laid eyes on was Charles. His corpse, that is. Her eyes widened as she lost her breath. Thoughts began to make their way back into her foggy mind. 

She remembered arguing with Charles, the feelings that she experienced carrying over to this moment now. She had been so terrible to him, and now he was dead? She bit her lip as tears formed in her eyes, wanting to cry out for him but knowing it was too late. Who had done this to him? Who could be so horrid? She raised a hand to her mouth, trying to keep herself from screaming. No, she had to stay calm. What a thought. Her entire body was shaking, wracked with guilt and sorrow. She loved her husband, and yet she hadn’t gotten to tell him so before he was gone. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. 

“…Nora?” 

She heard the frantic tone of her husband and assumed she was just hallucinating. Grief had been known to do that to her. With Thaddeus’ death came too much to handle, nothing in her own mind would stun her now. Charles was dead, and that was that. 

“Nora?!?” 

The tone was even more frantic now, and she decided to give herself a chance to see where it was coming from. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times before they grew wide at what she had missed earlier. 

Charles. But he wasn’t dead. No, he was moving, speaking…crying? She couldn’t believe her eyes, terrified that she was now completely lost within the confines of her own thoughts. Her eyes traveled from him to the body in front of him. And her heart skipped a beat. 

It was her. 

She furrowed her eyebrows, unable to comprehend what was happening in that moment. She bit her lip in silent horror. She was lying on the ground, unmoving. In her hand, a gun. She took in a shaky breath. What was happening to her? Was she completely mad? 

The wallpaper that had been imported especially for her was covered in blood, and the reality of the situation escaped Nora. Was she dead? Was this what death was like? Her blood stained the floor around her head, and the same applied to Charles. 

A sob escaped her lips. She had a sickening feeling that this was all her doing. But she couldn’t be sure. Honestly, she wasn’t sure of anything. She watched as her husband cried over her, and felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest. 

Charles looked over in her direction, and in his eyes a look of absolute terror. “…Nora?” his tone was more confused now, no longer the sad longing that that he had towards her dead body. She shut her eyes tightly, not able to accept this as reality. She shook her head, the blonde curls coming untucked from her meticulous bun. 

“Nora, say something.” The words rang through the air of the house, silent except for the labored breathing she had to try and stay calm. Tears streamed down her face as she looked back over at her husband. 

“I-I can’t,” she managed to stutter, holding her head in between her hands. She was going mad, it was obvious now. She turned around and ran out of the room, the feeling of guilt, sadness, confusion and loss accompanying her. She ran up the stairs, waiting almost expectantly for the footsteps of Charles to trail behind her. But they never came. 

She pulled down the hatch and made her way into the attic, unable to think of anywhere else she could go to find peace. She sat down on the floor and pulled over a box, sifting through it until she found a pile of pictures at the bottom. 

Pictures of their house, pictures of Thaddeus. Poor, baby Thaddeus, who was dead. Dead, and brought back to life. Images of her stabbing the monster flashed through her mind and caused her to be wracked with yet another set of sobs. That thing was her son, but he was lost inside of the evil that enveloped him. She put that image aside and pulled out one of them all together. That was all gone now, she thought. 

This was all too much for her to bear. She tucked the photographs carefully back into the box and stood up, sorting through the few boxes of things they had left up here, the few things they hadn’t sold to try and stay afloat. She pulled out a blanket that had been hers since she inherited it from her mother and wrapped it around her shoulders. She laid down on the wood floor, smelling the pine of the wood. It brought her a small amount of comfort. 

With that, Nora closed her eyes. She wondered how long she would have to wait here until she could move on. Would she be sent to heaven, or whatever greater beyond waited? She didn’t think so, not if she had done was she so guiltily suspected she did. She would get the opposite: an eternity of suffering to pay for her sins. What would become of Charles? Of Thaddeus? Of this house? 

These thoughts brought her no comfort, however. Nora didn’t drift off to sleep- she simply shut down. She felt weak and worthless, something she would grow used to. 

This was just the beginning, after all.