Chapter Eleven

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It was Halloween and Tate said he was taking vi out on a date so she wouldn't be suspicious.

I wonder, what if there is ghosts in this house? I need to find out. Afterall it's Halloween. Some say ghosts wander on Halloween. I've never ever seen Moira leave, sometimes I see people around the house it's weird.

I was kind of sad that Tate took violet out but I get it couldn't have her getting suspicious, but it still sucked. I'm all alone on Halloween.

I've had some weird thoughts since I moved here. I keep thinking about shooting up Westfield high. But that would make me crazy I've been pushing the thoughts away but they just keep getting louder and louder. The other day I actually started to walk to a gun shop with a fake gun license. What the hell is wrong with me?

Whatever I just have to ignore those thoughts, or I'll end up in the papers as a murderer or on Google.

Tate told me he got chased by some freaks calling him the shooter of 94, he told me about the freaky fake makeup, real life like he said.

The next day
The thoughts took over.
I went into mom and dad's bedroom and I grabbed a pistol, and bullets.
I shoved the gun in my backpack and I put a sweatshirt on,converse,baggy jeans,and rings.

I got to school and I was planning to shoot at 9Am. It was 8:10. I just had to wait. 9:00 came around and i thought should I go through with this?.. I know I shouldn't but these thoughts are overwhelming and I just can't handle it anymore. It's too much.

I get up out of my chair and I grab my backpack "Mrs. Harmon! Where are you going?!"
I walk out of the class and go into another class "Mrs. Harmon? Go back to your class!!" I pull my gun out of my bag. I shoot her in the face, god that felt good...

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