American Horror Story Imagines

"Psychopath" (Tate)

Let's just say I'm not your every day kid. I was diagnosed as a psychopath at age 12, and yes I have help and counseling and all that crap, but sometimes I just can't help to have what I want. Most of the time I achieve my goal, which might be a bad thing now that I think about it. It's me though, I don't love it but it's part of who I am and people don't accept me for... well me.

My torn converse tapped on the tile as I entered the school building. Kids stared at me oddly and people snickered making me feel more vulnerable than I should be. Thump. Snicker. Thump. Whisper. Thump. Laugh. My heart sped up as I made my way to my locker. Anger rose in my chest and I could feel a burning sensation in my throat. 

"One..." Snicker. "Two..." Whisper. "Three." Laugh. A tear rolled down my cheek as I hid my face in my locker afraid that anyone would see me. "One..." Snicker. "Two..." Whisper. "Three." Laugh. The sounds repeated and echoed in my head. My gut told me that i could fight them off. My mind raced of scenarios for what I would do to them. The sweet taste of revenge lingered on my tongue. 

I reached for my books ignoring them once more. A soft wind swept past my neck making my hairs stand up. Pulling my sleeves down my arms I shut my locker. "Hey." Jumping at the unfamiliar noise, I became alert. My back slammed into the lockers and my breathing quickened. 

A boy, dressed in all black, his hair blonde and shaggy, his eyes a deeper brown than chocolate. He scanned my face,  red, scared and astonished. "Counting to three never worked with me so I just began to leave the school." He rambled on about my method of calming down as I caught my breath. Someone was talking to me? "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to join me- I mean most of the time I leave I just head straight to the graveyard which sounds kind of creepy now that I think about it- but it's peaceful and nice and I like it." He kept talking ignoring the fact that we were the only two kids left in the hall.

"H-how long have you been standing there?" I whispered to him. 

The boy's eyes widened as I spoke. "Oh I wasn't stalking you or anything but it may have felt like that I guess." He squinted his eyes looking past my head and at my locker. "Why would they write that?" He asked blinking rapidly. 

I turned around and stared at my locker. In permanent marker, three words were written across the top. Whore. Bitch and... Psychopath. I cringed reading that word. Every day i came to school and feared to be called that word. "It's been there for a while." I said my voice beginning to grow shaky. 

Slowly, I turned back around to face the unknown boy. "Come on." He held out his hand to me but I just stared at it. "Don't be afraid... I'm not like the other kids, I promise you." He gave me a smile and I saw dimples appear on either side of his face. 

My hand fit into his and I couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of someone else's skin. He frowned at me. "Don't be afraid." A whisper escaped his lips and I tried to relax. 

I couldn't help but smile myself as he pulled me out of the building. A surge of something new swept through my body, to the tips of my toes and fingers. Was it joy? happiness? I didn't care because right now I felt like I could do anything. The trees swayed as we walked through the large city of Los Angeles. 

A small part of me really loved this. Maybe I could change. Sure I'm a... psychopath, but I could finally be happy. "Whats your name?" His voice was soothing and I couldn't help but wonder why he was so calm all of the time.

"Y/n." I told him watching my shoes hit the sidewalk.

Silence. I swallowed hard when he didn't respond. "Tate." He said after a while. "But your name is much more pretty than mine." He was.... flirting? I blushed. To be honest I didn't have much experience with boys so I guess you could say I'm not very familiar with the term "flirting."

We walked on. I opened my mouth to speak but I saw that Tate started running. My eyes traveled around the area as I saw the graveyard. It must have been my mind or just the creepy tree in the middle of the tombstones but I colluding help but feel frightened. I approached the entrance myself and stood by the adventurous boy. "How do we get in?" I asked looking up at the large gate. 

He smirked at me before walking around to the side of the gate. A small hole in the metal bars was hidden by a large bush. "Smart." I stated as he crawled inside. I followed him and when I stood up I began to dust the dirt of off my knees.

Tate being his curious self had already found a nice spot to sit beneath an arched angel grave stone. As I walked closer her face came into view. Sadness was hidden in her eyes as she looked at the ground and in her right hand she was holding a needed necklace with a cross tied to it, In the other hand was a small harp. Of course it was just a stone statue but I couldn't help but feel that it was so real, so vivid and plastered in my mind. "I don't know who's grave it is but it's nice." Tate told me as I sat down next to him. 

We sat there for so long that the sky started to fall. A full moon shone on the ground in front of us and although  we were in probably the most creepy place in Los Angeles but I felt so safe sitting next to Tate. Like at this moment I could take on anything at any time. "I like you Y/n." My heart fluttered as he spoke. 

It was dark but I could still see his face perfectly clear. "You are different than the other kids." I spoke in merely a whisper but he could hear me. I knew he could buy the way his lips curled up into a smile. 

I leaned my head down on his shoulder and I coldly think of a single care in the world. This is how I want to feel all the time. And Maybe I would now that I have Tate.

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