I woke up at 7 in the morning, hearing someone rushing and fumbling about upstairs. Must be Tate, he had his alarm set for the same time. Larry heads off to work early, so most of the time I don't see him. I heard the front door slam, and the car starting.
Moira came downstairs and asked if I wanted come upstairs and get some breakfast, so I walked up the stairs of the basement and headed to the kitchen. I had some cereal and a glass of juice, then decided to have a walk around the garden. As long as I'm within these gates I'm fine. I got to the porch and suddenly got a waft of something which smelt very strong. I ignored it and kept walking, but then stepped in a puddle of what I thought was water, but smelt like gasoline.
Why would there be gasoline on the porch? Especially this early in the morning. I put it to the back of my head and had a short walk out the front. I breathed in the air and felt like today was going to be a good day. I saw a group of older teens drive past, smiling and laughing. They were blasting music from their radio, and you'll never guess what was playing. It was the macarena. Brought back the memories from before everything went wrong, what I would do to be back then. Tate feeling happy, me feeling happy, being able to leave this hellhole for a night. Literally anything could bring back a memory, birds, cars, songs.
I had to try and get him out of here, I know it's gonna be hard for me, for everyone, but I can't have him be stuck with an eternal suffering because of this goddamn house. I felt cold, and realised I was still in my shorts and vest top from last night, so I headed back inside and out on a short sleeved t-shirt and some straight jeans. I went back upstairs because I heard someone speaking, must be Constance.
"What, what happened? What did he do? Okay okay I'll be there right away, I'll be there!" Constance said quickly, then dashed to the door with her keys and drove off. Wonder what that was all about.
It got to 9am, and I heard the front door re-open again. I went upstairs to see Tate standing in the frame of the doorway, smiling to himself. He must have skipped school or something, I know how much he hates it. He began walking up the stairs and was whistling a tune, I recognised it from somewhere, some movie. I left him be until Moira told me that there was something I should see. She guided me into the living area and told me to sit down and watch the television.
I was confused but abided. The news came on and a reporter said,
"Breaking news, there's been a school shooting at Westfield High, California. Suspect is still on the loose, we are still trying to track him down. There are 15 dead, many injured. Suspect is being described as tall, blonde hair, brown eyes and wearing dark clothing."
At that moment my heart stopped. I felt as though I couldn't breathe.
"Police say that shooter is going by the name of Tate Langdon."
Tears dropped down my face as I saw Tate's face show up on the TV screen. What's he done? Tate would never do this.
"I know this must be hard for you to take in but-" Moira said, as I ran off, up the stairs and to Tate's room.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" I yelled at him, heart beating rapidly and sobbing.
"They were picking on Addy, they had it coming." he said with an insane smile.
"No, no Tate! You didn't, I don't believe you. You DIDN'T KILL 15 KIDS BECAUSE THEY PICKED ON ADELAIDE. No, I... I can't believe this. This isn't happening."
"Oh but it is," Tate said, he tapped my arm, "I'm right here."
Tate was gone. I could see in his eyes. There's no going back, apart from the one alternative method in which I can't allow to happen.
"Tate, why?" I said, tears streaming down my face, "Why would you kill some kids who had their entire life in front of them? I KNOW how it feels to have everything you've wanted in life to be taken away from you, because in case you've forgotten, I AM DEAD. You can't do this to people, Tate. What happens if the cops find out what you did?" I exclaimed.
"Then so be it, I don't feel guilty, y/n. Surely that's a good thing, it means it was right."
Just as he finished speaking Constance walked back through the door. She seemed extra calm after what seemed to be going on on the phone earlier. I walked downstairs leaving Tate alone in his bedroom, and he followed me down.
"Tate, Larry's in the hospital, some psychos lit him on fire." She said, more relaxed than I would be if someone had been lit on fire.
Tate smiled after hearing this, and as he walked past me on the stairs, he winked. He clearly did that to Larry too. You've finally done it, house. You've made him go out of his mind.
I left him alone, trying to process what had just happened. I made sure I couldn't be seen by anyone and headed to his room. He was sitting in a navy sweater and trousers, sitting on the edge of his bed. I stood behind him, and from downstairs I heard the door knock and the door hell ring. Constance went to answer it, and I heard the words I didn't want to hear,
"Does Tate Langdon live here?"
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STUCK (Tate Langdon x Y/N)
Fanfiction(Tate Langdon x Y/N) Y/N, a 17 year old girl, who died in the Murder House, before Violet, before Tate, tells you the story of how she met Tate Langdon, and how their stories became intertwined, for better, and for worse. (Murder House x Apocalypse...
