Three Months Later
Tate's POV
I sat in Violet's room looking at everything that reminded me of her. It killed me every second of every day being without her. The pain in my chest wouldn't stop swirling and everything here wouldn't stop bringing back memories. I know I deserve this. Every ping of intolerable pain. It is what I get for being irresponsible that night.
I walk out of the room and over to the bathroom. This is where I first met Violet. Right here. She was cutting. I feel a tear drop down and land on the sink. I hated it when she did that. She was so much better than that. I looked down at the sink reliving the first second I laid eyes on her. She stood here pricking her skin with that blade, watching the blood drip down into the sink hole. She was hurting badly, and thought that cuts would cure. It felt good, but it does nothing than destroy you. She didn't deserve that, but I do. I deserve to be destroyed. I look around to find something sharp to drain me and give me what I deserve. Finally I find a razor. My finger glides down the side of it causing a trail of blood to drip down my hand. Before I know it the blade has thrashed into my wrists. Blood everywhere. The familiar salty liquid pours out of my eyes. I feel the blade go into my side, reliving pain, from when I was alive. The pain wasn't as bad as my heart aching. I race the blade into my other side. I need the pain. I deserve this. I slide the blade across my neck feeling the liquid rush out.
My legs fall from under me and I fall on the cold floor. My eyes start to droop, and I become dizzy. All I see is black.My eyes flutter open and I am laying on the floor with Vi's blanket wrapped on me. I touch my neck to feel if the cut is still there. It had disappeared. I yell in frustration, I don't deserve this! I deserve to have cuts all over me, on the inside and on the out. I already know my cuts have been forming on the inside. They bleed out everyday. But, that isn't enough, my guilt needs to be visible. My fists form and start to pound on my head. I shout in frustration. "I'm sorry Violet! This is all my fault!" I shout leaving bruises on my head.
"Do you think she would want this?" I hear a voice say from the doorway. I look up to see Moira standing there. "Go away!" I shout. She walks over to me and sits beside me. "Get out!" I shout louder. "Do you think Violet would want you doing this to yourself?" she asks. I look up feeling anger in my eyes start to soften. "Go aw-ay," my voice cracks. I look at her and my eyes start to water as I rest my head on my hands. I sniffle as I feel Moira's hand pat my back. "You know, you can't keep hurting yourself like this," she whispers. I feel to guilty to not do it. "I understand how much you love her but, do you think she would like to see you like this?" she asks. "It doesn't matter. I deserve this," I say in between breaths. "No, you don't. People make mistakes but, you can't keep reliving this. She's coming back," she says. Suddenly it hits me, she is coming back, and though I may deserve this she wouldn't like this. We said no more cutting. I love her and I don't want her to see me like this. I look up to see if Moira is there but, she has disappeared.
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Fiksi PenggemarProlouge He grabbed my waist pulling me tighter to his abdomen. He leaned his head down to my neck and started dropping light kisses. I let a light moan escape my mouth. I then felt his mouth making a grin. He looked up so I could see his smile to...