hypochondria // tate langdon

the start of an era

authors note (please read before continuing!) - 

hi everyone! this is my first story i'm publishing, so i apologize for any mistakes throughout. i know this may seem like a typical tate langdon fanfiction, but it's actually a sob story- sorry in advance hehe. this story isn't the happiest, especially towards the end, and may not be suitable for all viewers. also, lowercase is intended! that's about all, i hope you enjoy! <3

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i love to draw. it was the one and only thing i could turn to when times were tough. i drew depressing and agonizing scenes that had hidden peace behind them. or maybe i just drew them to make me feel a little better about myself.

mom always got angry when she would find oil pastel stains around the house or on the walls. that stuff got everywhere.

but i had managed to convince her to let me draw on the trip to our new house in los angles. i wasn't happy about the move but i guess i understood where my parents were coming from, with a "fresh start" and all. my dad had cheated on my mom back in boston. and on top of that, my mom had recently suffered a miscarriage. so in an attempt to "keep the family together", we packed up all our stuff and were now moving into a house in sunny california.

i have to say, i was quite relieved when we arrived at the house. my legs were starting to become numb from sitting in the car. as we pulled into the driveway, a woman waved to us with a warm smile and a clipboard from our front porch. we left our stuff in the car and hopped out to greet the lady.

"you must be the carters. i'm marcy, the realtor." she grinned, holding one hand out, a clipboard held snugly in her other arm.

"nice to meet you." my dad greeted, shaking her hand.

"is this your daughter?" marcy asked, still holding a gleaming smile.

"yes, this is lydia." my mom smiled proudly, patting my head lovingly.

i smiled sarcastically, before looking off to the side, receiving a tap on the arm from my mom.

marcy cleared her throat before returning to her plastered smile, that all relators have. 

"well, allow me to show you the house, i'm sure you'll love it."

if i'm being honest, the house was truly one of a kind. the structure looked old and victorian. it was different from the rest of the houses on the block, that's for sure.

"as you can see this house is incredible, the finest on the market. with venetian chandeliers, original moldings, the previous owners loved the place like a child. they restored everything." marcy explained to us as we took in its beauty.

the house's interior mainly consisted of dark wood, creaking floors, and dim yellow lights. i thought it was oddly therapeutic. once we got into the renovated kitchen, i knew it was game over for us. i left my mom, dad, and marcy in the kitchen while i explored on my own.

maybe this move wasn't going to be so bad.

i joined the rest back into the main entrance room. mom seemed interested, she was quite desperate for a fresh start.

"i can only imagine the memories made in this place," my mom said in admiration, sighing satisfyingly.

marcy got quiet and rubbed her hands together nervously. "yes, uh- full disclosure requires me to tell you about the history that comes along with this house." she said with a serious expression on her face.

"did someone die?" i asked bluntly with excitement in my voice, receiving a slightly horrid look from my mom and dad.

"yes, actually. murder-suicide. i sold them this house too, just the sweetest couple. you never know i guess" marcy shrugged, pursing her bottom lip slightly into a pout. but otherwise, it didn't seem to phase her terribly.

"where?" i asked.

"the basement," she answered simply, staring into my eyes with utter curiosity and astonishment.

"well take it." i smiled.

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