Afterlife // Violate fan fiction \\

Chapter one; Murder House

Violets POV

Two years ago. Wow. it seemed like just yesterday I was in love with Tate, and Hayden was trying to steal my baby brother John. A lot has happened. Three other families have tried to move in. Within three days people we scare them away. They can't live in this house like my family. Everything fell apart. I tried to kill myself. But I succeeded so I did kill myself. My dad was killed by Hayden. My mom died giving birth to john. Tate's baby. Oh yeah, Tate raped my mother. Set his moms boyfriend on fire. Killed 15 people at his school. Then after the police shot him her killed the gay couple who lived here. The reason she died giving birth was because Tate was dead when he raped her. I have that along in my head whenever I'm near Tate. I loved Tate. Hell I still do but I can't forgive him. It's not an option. I don't think my mom would be too worried about it but my dad still wants to kill him but you know, we're dead we don't and can't feel anything.
I miss my razors, and I miss laying in bed listening to music. When I was alive I was depressed but at least I felt something. I would kill I feel something just anything. Pain, or Joy I don't care.
The last time I actually felt something was when I told Tate to go away. I felt angry. And hurt. It was mixed feelings but it was a feeling. Feelings are good.

As I walked to the bathroom to find my razors I felt the presence of something watching me. I turned and seen Moira. I just about jumped out of my damn skin.

"Oh god Moira you scared the hell out of me." I said in relief.
"Oh I'm sorry dear. I've been caring for john while your mother has been taking a little time to herself. She's been through so much from the past year and a half. She has been around the garden playing her cello. She is very good you know." She said looking at little john in her arms. "So do you know where your mother keeps the extra blankets. John is a little chilly."
I pointed to the closet next to my room. "Right there." I smiled.
"Thank you dear." she smiled and grabbed a blanket and went back down the hall.
I went into the bathroom and locked the door.
I approached the razors taped under the sink. I hid them from my mom and dad.
I gently swiped the razor across my arm to see if I would feel anything.
But I didn't. I didn't feel anything. The blood would just dry up and the wound and it would clear up. My arm would look spotless.
"Stop."
I quickly turned to see Tate standing there.
"Go away Tate." I turned back around with tears in my eyes. I didn't want to, but I couldn't be with him.
"Vi-" he looked down at his feet. "Please, just let me talk to you."
"Tate. I don't care what you say I am not forgiving you." I glared at him. "What you did was terrible and you have to pay."
"I've been paying for the past sixteen years. I should be thirty three right now. With a wife and children. But I was so stupid. I feel so lonely without you. I love you violet and I miss you." He looked down again. I could see tears streaming down his face.
All I wanted to do was run up to him and have his comforting arms around me.
"Tate I-"
Before I finished talking I could feel his soft lips on mine. I didn't fight it. I felt, love. I felt something.