Everytime (American Horror AU 5)

Chapter 16

NOTE: Contains triggering content. Discretion is advised!

Violet had been angry, sad, depressed, full of grief—name any negative emotion, she felt it. She had lost someone who had become a good friend despite her sass and attitude. Amy's death also meant that her soul left her physical body, either as a ghost or a roaming spirit among realms. At that moment, none of it seemed to matter—she was dead, and Tate broke his promise by killing her, accident or not. To Violet, it was no accident if he had intentionally pushed her.

An hour after the incident, Tate had come to Violet as she sat with her back facing the piano on its corresponding bench, her shoulders hunched over as she sobbed quietly to herself.

"Violet?"

The girl's ghost looked at the doorway as she whined softly, still mourning the tragic loss of her friend. Seeing it was Tate, she noticed a stoic expression on his face, emotionless and pale with shame; yet she did not see a stitch of remorse in his dark chocolate eyes.

"Get out!" the girl cried through gritted teeth.

"Violet, I didn't mean to—"

"Amy is dead because of YOU!" the girl screamed, bursting from her seat on the piano bench as her reddened eyes shed tears beyond belief.

"She was screaming at you!" Tate retorted tearfully. "I didn't want her to die! She was my friend, too!"

"Tate! You promised! You promised never to kill anyone ever again! You promised me that you wouldn't hurt any more people!" Violet sobbed. "And to think I was stupid enough to take you back!"

"Violet, I love you!" he proclaimed, moving closer to her. "Please! Forgive me! I didn't mean to kill her! It was an accident! I swear!"

"It isn't an accident when you pushed her the way you did!" his ghostly girlfriend argued harshly.

"I'm sorry! Please!"

"Tell Amy you're sorry! Not me!" Violet screeched. "I have a good mind to make you go away again!"

"N-No! NO!" Tate shouted, pleading with disbelief. The love spell that had brought them back together, in his mind, was supposed to last forever; yet it didn't seem that way.

"Tate! STOP!" Violet screamed, still crying her eyes out as she gripped the sides of her long, straight honey-brown hair. "Please! This is killing me! I've always hated it here, and having you here is worse! Worse than anything!"

"The d-darkness has me, Violet," Tate sobbed. "I could never fully get out of it if I tried."

"You know why?" the girl's ghost tested. "Because you are the darkness!"

"Violet, you're the only light I've ever known!" Tate cried out, starting to sob deeply with remorse, especially after having inadvertently broken his promise. "After I've spent what seemed like an eternity drowning, you taught me how to breathe! Please! Violet! I love you!"

"I…I want you to go away, Tate," she said morosely. "You ruined your chance. Now go."

Tate could not believe his ears—a nervous shake ran through his body as he found himself shaking his head in protest.

"No! D-Don't do this! Not again!" he pleaded sorrowfully. "Please!"

"GO AWAY!" Violet screeched, shutting her eyes as his screaming was the only other thing she heard.

She slowly opened her eyes to see that he had vanished from her line of sight, but the empty feeling she had gotten while alive had returned. The sad part was that Amy had not been there to comfort her and be a friendly ear. Yes, she had been yelling at her before her untimely death, but she still missed her. Violet continued to sob as she put her arms over her chest, shivering with grief as her cries filled the room.