[American Horror] Light Addiction

?She was surrounded by a group of people in the corner of the classroom.I can't see their faces clearly, and I don't need to know that they always look the same - domineering and arrogant.

She knew very well that it was time for punishment again.Her book was torn to pieces, its pages scattered miserably everywhere like chopped bones, and covered with footprints, large and small.

The leader was also blurred, but she knew it was a tall girl who was holding the note she had snatched from her and handed it to another blond girl standing on the edge.

The blonde girl was pushed out, stood in front of the people hesitantly, and glanced at Aimee.Soon she made up her mind--it wasn't hard at all--and she held up the paper that had been thrust into her hand, and read aloud: "Jesus watched me from the wall/But his face was as cold as a rock/If he loved me /Why do I always feel alone."

"God, this poem is disgusting!" She jumped into the mood, with the same expression on her face as everyone else, and she threw the paper on the floor and spat viciously on it.This icing-on-the-butt move won admiring glances from others.

Aimee stared at her blankly, maybe this gaze made her uncomfortable, she rushed forward, raised her hand, swung her arms, and her shoulder-length blond hair danced along with it.

The wind swept across Aimee's side face, and the moment Aimee tilted his head, the girl's wrist was suddenly strangled.

Tate stood in front of her, he shook off the girl's hand, and said in a cold tone, "Wantalesson? [Want to be taught a lesson?]"

cold. Aimee didn't know why she would use this word to describe him, he was always friendly and gentle, making people relaxed.With this, she quickly realizes that this is not reality.

The screen changes in time.

The light was dim, and the crowd and Tate disappeared, and she didn't know where she was for a while.

A sweet cock floated over, the voice was different from the previous friendly one, full of the temptation to greet or refuse, "Don't do this, don't do this. Renee will see."

"Ha." She heard a violent panting, which made her stiff, and the male voice continued, "Renee won't be back for an hour, not to mention that crazy woman, she's driving me crazy for Aimee."

She felt dizzy, this is of course an illusion, the door stood perfectly in front of her.There was a gap in the half-closed door, through which she saw men and women intertwined.The woman's straight brown hair spread all over the table, and the man's hand quickly stroked the woman's skin, so violently that the hairpin on the woman's side slipped down, and it fell silently on the carpet printed with red roses.

It was a pure white lily-of-the-valley hairpin, childish and childlike, it was a gift she gave Dr. Beth a few days ago.

She almost slammed the door open and rushed out to wake them up.Someone stopped her, her eyes were gently covered, and a soft and calm male voice was close to her ears: "Shut up."

That was Tate's voice.

When she said nothing, Tate turned her around and pulled her away, whispering, "We need a more elaborate plan."

He takes her to the courtyard - and it's not over yet - where a "lawnmower" stands on Renee's proudly manicured lawn.

No, a shudder ran through Aimee's body. It wasn't a lawnmower, but a charcoal black skeleton.It was folded into the shape of a lawnmower, and a layer of dry and cracked skin was stuck to the dry bones. It stretched out its claws to tear off the oxidized dry skin, making a tearing sound similar to weeding.

As it tore, the two eye holes in its head stared at Aimee.

"Kill... you... I... die." The place where the mouth was originally was blown through by the wind, and a few scattered words came out.

It rattled and rattled toward Aimee, its throat - if it had one - howling similar words.

Aimee shook her head violently and backed away, tears streaming from her eyes, she covered her mouth to block the sob deep in her throat.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." She repeated tremblingly like a damaged repeater.

Click.

The skeleton was smashed to pieces in an instant, and then was pulverized by the falling and lifting lawn mower. The powder was scattered in the wind, forming a short-lived sparse white barrier under the dazzling sunlight.

Tate put aside the lawn mower and looked at her through the dust floating in the air. His irises were shining, the sun was flowing gently on his face, and a golden force was gushing from him. That was The endless radiance of life.

He held her in the center of the light, and they walked out of the Bennett house side by side.The red-brick and white-walled houses on the street collapsed like dominoes, just like the fall of the Berlin Wall. The white light shone on them, and the world unfolded in front of them, a clean, cold and spotless space.

He walked her in there.

The high light was dazzling and cold, and she suddenly experienced strong dizziness, as uncomfortable as vomiting out of control after drinking too much.At the same time, a sound from outside the sky pierced the barrier suddenly, and the whole world began to shake.

She sat up from the bed suddenly, and the chinchilla cat curled up on the bed jumped out of bed in shock.

Even the closed shutters can't block the bright sunshine of California, and the fibers of light wander freely in the room through the gaps and through the dust in the air.The alarm downstairs sounded like thousands of hedgehogs that had been trampled on. It was the sound that woke her up from her dream.

Realizing that it was the ringing of the alarm being triggered, her nerves tightened, and she immediately woke up from the confusion.She picked up the mobile phone next to the bed, entered 911 on the touch screen, then saved it and walked out lightly.The cat stooped down the stairs, and she saw the intruder in the kitchen.

It was a short girl in a bright yellow dress. She didn't notice Aimee's arrival at all. She lowered her head, shrugged her shoulders and concentrated on flipping through the kitchen utensils.

Aimee secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and she asked aloud, "What are you doing here?"

The shoulders of the girl in the yellow skirt slumped, and she was obviously taken aback. She turned around in fear and unwillingness like a child who was caught at the scene of a theft.

Her face came into view, a typical Down syndrome look, with puffy cheeks and demented eyes.

Aimee was slightly surprised, she froze for a moment, then continued to ask: "Where do you live? How did you get in? Do you remember the way home?"

She asked a few questions, and the girl in the yellow skirt raised her head, tearing up and uttering a few words at a loss: "I'm hungry."

She was appointed to help her find something to eat, and was surprised to find that there was nothing in the kitchen. Maybe Tate moved here with her one day?She speculated, but quickly put the question behind her at the urging of the girl in the yellow skirt.

She dug out the snacks from the luggage, and the girl buried herself like a hamster and quickly produced a few packets of potato chips.Slightly padding her stomach, the girl looked up from the pile of food, and pointed to Aimee, who had been looking at her with her chin resting on her face, "Adi."

"Okay, Adi." Aimee tried to let the girl feel her seriousness with his gaze, "How did you get in? Is there no one in your family?"

"I just...live next door." Adi replied with bulging cheeks and stuffed his mouth with food while swallowing.

Aimee simply waited for her to finish eating.

At this moment, there was a sound of high-heeled shoes bang bang bang, accompanied by a loud female voice: "Adi, naughty girl, you sneaked out again!"

A door was pushed open in the corner - Aimee was surprised to find that there was still a room in that space - and a curvaceous woman with short hair stepped out of it.

The woman's buttocks are swaying, and she is wearing a well-crafted little suit. The face in Aimee's eyes is exquisitely made-up but hard to hide her old-fashioned appearance. The foundation makes her face full of wrinkles, but the charm of the past can be vaguely seen in her eyebrows and eyes. This is a woman who refuses to lose to the years.

She held a cigarette between her fingers, and her every move was full of style. She walked behind Adi as if no one else was there, slapped the girl who was still eating symbolically a few times, and said a few words. Putting the cigar in his mouth, exhaling white smoke, he said lazily, "Hi, I'm Constance, I live next door."

Aimee was choked by the white smoke, and frowned slightly. She couldn't treat everyone in the same community as warmly as Renee, but at least she was well-mannered. She held out her hand, "Hello, I'm AimeeBennett."

Constance glanced at her outstretched hand, turned around indifferently, and leaned against the sofa, "I know who you are."

Aimee saw her masked impatience.

Constance ignored her, and instead ordered Adi, who was still eating hay, "Don't run out again."

Only then did Adi withdraw from the food, with residue still on the corner of his mouth, his face full of disbelief, "I want to come and play with my friends!"

"Are you here to find Tate?" Aimee asked guessing as she helped her wipe off the debris.

Aimee didn't wait for Adi's answer, her shoulders were grabbed suddenly, Constance's face covered with powder suddenly came close to her eyes, her eyes were fixed on Aimee, and her eyes were as sharp as a hawk, "Have you seen Tate? "

"Yeah." Aimee looked up and down her expression suspiciously.

Hearing her answer, Constance's hand on the girl's shoulder trembled almost invisibly. She let go of her hand, and walked around the spot a few times with unconcealed excitement, then turned around suddenly, looking at the girl with earnest and enthusiastic eyes. Aimee praised abruptly: "You are a good girl."

Aimee felt inexplicably being watched by something, and she twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment.

Constance didn't mind her silence at all, and looked at her with loving satisfaction.

The look in her eyes made Aimee's hair stand on end, and Aimee was secretly vigilant.

"You must get along well and communicate more." Constance put his hand on Aimee's shoulder affectionately, with a meaningful tone.

"...I will." Aimee resented being approached and touched by strangers, but Constance's inexplicable posture made it difficult for her to break free, and the woman's skinny hands clasped her tightly like eagle claws.

Aimee clenched her hands, trembling and trying her best to suppress the impulse in her heart.

After getting the answer he wanted, Constance let go of Aimee before the incident became uncontrollable, pulled up Adi who was still scrambling to eat in his seat, and said goodbye to her neatly: "It's getting late, we have been delayed for a long time .”

When he left from the gate, he gave another eager and excited look.

Aimee stood there inexplicably, about to lock the door, when the door was opened again, Constance poked his head out and reminded with concern: "Aimee, the lock on the back door of the basement has been broken for a while. I think Adi came in from there .”

Didn't you come in from there too? Aimee resisted the urge to complain, and paused, "...Thank you, I will fix it."

Constance nodded approvingly and closed the door from the outside.

wack. Thinking secretly, Aimee approached the corner where Adi and Constance came out just now, and there was indeed a door there. The paint on the door was the same color as the wall, and it was difficult to find it immediately without careful observation.

She stood at the door and looked down. It was dark inside, and it was vaguely discernible that it was a secret room.

Dark, cold, small spaces are often scary, but Aimee's distaste for basements also has a deeper secret.