STUCK (Tate Langdon x Y/N)

session 1

I guess the Harmons are okay. They're a normal family, living in a very not normal house. Vivien had a miscarriage at seven months, and that really took a toll on the family.

Ben cheated on her after that, which almost ruined the family, but they moved out here trying to 're-start' their family.

Tate has his first session with Ben today, kinda excited to see how that goes, it's in about ten minutes, so I walked into Ben's office, obviously making it where they can't see me and sat down on a couch.

Tate walked in, greeted me and said,

"Hey, so how'd you think this is gonna go?"

"Just tell him the truth, try and get to the root of the problem, even though this is just to make yourself be visible in the house, I actually think you should work with him and try and manage these ideas of yours." I told him.

"Yeah..." he stuttered, "You are gonna stay here, right? I don't want you to go"

"Of course I will, now get yourself composed he'll be in here in a minute!" I said, sarcastically.

Tate put his hand on my hand, and made himself visible. Ben came in a few minutes later.

"Hi, Tate. I'm Dr. Ben Harmon, if I'm correct we're here to talk about these fantasies you've been having?" Ben asked, and sat down across the way from us.

"Yeah, that's right." Tate said back to him.

"So these 'fantasies', they started two years ago? Three years ago? When?" Ben asked him.

"Two years ago, they're always the same, it... starts the same way." Tate mumbled.

"How? Tell me." Ben replied.

"I prepare for the noble war." Tate said with a smile.

Ben noted things down in his notebook.

"I'm calm. I know the secret, I know what's coming and I know no one can stop me, including myself." Tate continued.

"Do you target people who have been mean to you, or unkind?" Ben asked.

"I kill people I like..."

That's comforting.

"Some of them beg for their life, I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live in, it's a filthy goddamn helpless world, and honestly I feel like I'm helping to take them away from the shit, and the piss, and the vomit that run in the streets. I'm helping to take them somewhere clean. And kind." Tate said.

Ben looked at him, telling him to continue.

⚠️slight TW⚠️

"There's something about all that blood, man. I drown in it. The Indians believed that blood held all the bad spirits, and once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free. There's something, smart about that. Very smart. I like that." Tate then hesitated.

"You think I'm crazy?" He asked.

"No." Ben said, "I think you're creative. And I think you have a lot of pain you're not dealing with."

"My mothers probably worried about me, right?" Tate asked.

"I'm sure she is." Ben responded.

Tate then explained to him about his father leaving him.

"Can you imagine? How sick is that?" Tate said.

"I've heard a lot worse." Ben said simply.

"Cool." Tate said in awe, "Can you tell me some? I like stories."

"No. I cant." Ben said.

"The world is a filthy place." Tate said suddenly, "Its a filthy goddamn horror show. There's so much pain, you know?"

Tate's session ended, and we went down to the basement to talk about it in private.

"Jeez, Tate, that was deep." I said to him.

"I mean you told me to tell the truth... I listened to you." Tate responded.

"I know," I said softly.

"Go look at my room. Well, Violets room. It's completely changed, it's still dark and gloomy, but we can't sit there anymore. We have to find somewhere new." Tate said with a laugh.

He stroked my hair and then walked up the stairs and out. He had a lot more held up inside him that I thought he did, I think he genuinely wants help.

I walked out and upstairs and saw Tate standing in the bathroom doorframe.

⚠️major tw⚠️

"You're doing it wrong. If you're trying to kill yourself cut vertically, they can't stitch that up." Tate said to someone.

Who the hell is he talking to?

"How'd you get in here?" The person in the bathroom responded.

God it was Violet.

"If you're trying to kill yourself," he stopped, "you might also try locking the door."

He pulled the door shut and walked towards me.

"Kids hurting herself." Tate said putting his arm around me. We started walking down the stairs.

"I could hear that..." I responded, "Is she alright?"

"No. Not really, I guess. Should probably tell her dad." Tate responded, "Well enough about her, let's go outside for a bit, sit with me."