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11 - birth

"Dad, I'm not a dog! I told you I don't feel well! Just leave me here!" Violet begged as she father latched his hand around her arm and dragged her down the stairs.

"No, I don't trust you anymore and I don't trust Tate! I don't even know if I should trust Parker." He told her as he continued to drag her down the stairs.

"Tate? I haven't seen him since Valerie killed herself! And Parker, well Parker and I haven't even spoke in weeks." Violet desperately lied.

Violet and Valerie were still trying to work out a way to tell their father that Valerie is still around — just as a ghost — and Violet is dead — but a ghost, nonetheless.

"No more, Violet. Your mom's coming home and your coming with me to get her."

"Dad, please, I don't feel well!"

"You can lie down in the car." He said, pulling his daughter  out of the house. "And when you get home, pack up your things. We're leaving this house for good."

"What? You guys are back together?"

Ben sighed as they walked closer to the car. "I don't known yet, your mom wants to go to Aunt Jo's to give birth, and I'm supporting it."

Violet was seconds away from using the dead sister card. Anything, even sympathy points, was what she needed. But Violet didn't want to spring that onto her father.

"No, you don't want to do this."

"Violet, your mother's been locked up in a psych ward for weeks. I won't let her stay in there for another minute. Are you going to get in the car or do I have to make you?"

Violet crossed her arms, looking at her father with watery eyes.

"My god, Violet, what is wrong with you?!" He latched onto her, shoving her into the vehicle. "Get in the car. Your mother wants to see you."

The second the car pulled out of the driveway, Violet Harmon was standing besides her sister. Valerie three her arms over her shoulder, placing a kiss to her head.

Violet shrugged off the arm, before further entering her room from the window, taking a seat next to Parker and opposite Tate. Valerie followed, sitting next to her boyfriend.

"What do I say when they get back?"

Valerie looked at the laptop screen, shaking her head. "It's youtube, you know as in youtub, y-o-u."

"Oh."

Valerie patted his shoulder, before turning her attention to her sister.

"If they find out I killed myself, they'll go insane. Literally, for real this time. They can't know."

"You won't be able to keep it a secret forever, darling." Parker said, taking her girlfriend's hand and squeezing it. "I think you should put Beetlejuice on, say something like 'oh, imagine if this was real' wait like five minutes, tell them your dead and just walk out."

"Not everyone wants to watch Beetlejuice." Tate spoke up, raising a brow at his sister. Beetlejuice along with Heathers were always his sisters favourite films.

"Parker. Our father is a psychiatrist, he'll just recommend locking her up or something."

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"Who's stuck here?" Valerie questioned, coming to join the five other dead people in the soon to be nursery with an ice lolly. By joins, one would mean Valerie stood in the hallway, unable to get herself to go into that room.