American Horror Story Imagines

Vandalizing(Kit)

I have a blister on my thumb from strumming on the uke too hard.

Mood: uncomfortable

It was nine in the afternoon (heh P!ATD) and as we walked into the asylum my feet echoed in the floor.

My friend and I, being the rebels we were decided it would be a good idea to vandalize the asylum. Where they lock up crazy people and some completely innocent.

My mom being a friend of one of the nuns here, Jude, had just gotten into a fight with her. Let's just say it didn't end nicely. Resulting in bruises and black eyes.

I shook the can of spray paint in my hand and heard the little ball rattle around inside of it. Before giving my friend a malicious glance I wrote the first letter of my first name large across the bottom of the spiral staircase.

Our smiled faded when we heard an unfamiliar voice. "Who the hell are you?" My friend and I both glanced up to a blonde man wearing... One of the asylum uniforms.

"Stay away Y/n he's crazy." My friend laughed shaking her paint can.

I slapped her arm roughly and turned back to the man. "He's not... At least he's smart enough to break out." I smiled at the man who then ran past me quickly and out of the doors. My smile grew as I could almost sense his own smile placed on his lips.

"Hey wait!"

The lights flicked on. "What are you kids doing?!" A woman shouted as she march he down the spiral staircase.

I took my friends sweaty hand as she threw on her good and we both ran out the doors. The street was empty and this whole time only one car had passed by. We walked close to the side trying to go as unnoticed as possible.

My heart stopped when I felt breathing on the back of my neck. I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. "You have me a fucking heart attack!" I whisper yelled at the same man as before.

A smirk grew across his face making me cringe. "What are you smilin at?" My friend tried to act tough as she gave the patients body a scan with her eyes my

"What's your name?" I asked the man.

"Kit."

"Y/n."

After a few moments of silence my friend nudged in. "So are we gonna get out of here or..." She started walking along the paved road again growing further from Kit and I.

"So what were you in for?" I asked curiously starting to walk behind my annoyed friend.

Kit sighed. "They thought I was bloody face." My eyes widened.

"Wait the bloody face?" A small smile tingled at my mouth. Kit looked at me we though I had two heads and then he nodded. "That's so freakin' cool!"

"Not when you're trapped in that hell hole for 10 months." Kit groaned rubbing at his arms.

My head hung low as I realized I was way too excited over a serial killer. "Oh yeah, sorry about that." He chuckled and shook his head.

"Why did you decide to vandalize Briarcliff?" Kit asked his dimples showing.

I shrugged before answering with the truth. "Sister Jude is a bitch?" Kit laughed.

"You can say that again."

"Sister Jude is a bitch." I said again being my sarcastic self.

We walked further towards the little town that we lived in inching our way back. I swear I could feel Kit's fingers trying to fondle with my own as we saw lights in the small town.

"I assume you have nowhere to stay?" I questioned Kit looking up to meet his almost brown eyes. Kit shamefully shook his head. "Well I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay for a couple days, weeks if you wanted."

Kit's eyes widened with hope. "Are you serious?" He asked as we began walking through the neighborhood. I nodded my head quickly before I realized I had ran into my friend.

"This is my stop." She said holding her hand out. I took the red paint can out of my sweatshirt pocket and placed it in her hand before waving her a quick goodbye.

Kit was dusting off his uniform as we approached my house. "We gotta climb through the window." I stated walking around to the back of my parents house.

"What?"

"The window." I stated jumping up on the porch. My arm reached for the loose bar dangling from the roof and I lifted myself up before I gripped my hand on one of the shingles. Kit followed behind me as we walked up to my window and I opened it quietly.

I swiftly stepped into my bedroom and turned the lights on as Kit followed. "So." I said taking my sweatshirt off and being relieved to have only my t-shirt on.

Kit stood awkwardly in the middle of my floor. I stood up and walked over to my dresser throwing my ex boyfriend's sweatpants and t-shirt at him. "Thank you." He mumbled before walking into my bathroom.

I made my way back over to my bed getting under the covers and as I heard Kit come back out I closed my eyes. After a couple minutes I looked down on the ground where he was lying quite uncomfortably by the looks of things. "Kit."

"Yes?"

"You can come up here if you want."

He sat up on his elbows and looked at me. "Really?"

I nodded feeling oddly calm o have an escaped mental patient in my bedroom... In my bed.

He climbed in under the covers and I couldn't help but feel safe as our body heat collided.

Something about falling asleep in Kit's arms was just what I would call right. Maybe I would finally be wanted.

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