Will you still love me?(Tate Langdon)

Chapter thirteen

"What do you not get tate?! This house gives you weird thoughts and urges!!"
"I know! But ray you never showed the signs of going insane!"
"Then you just don't pay fucking attention to the things happening around you tate!!"
" You seemed normal nothing like me!!"
"Then you must be fucking stupid tate, any sane human can figure it out."
"Haven't you figured out I'm not sane?! I fucking shot up a school in 1994 and killed 15 kids."
" I just did the same thing tate!!! I killed 20 kids! Plus 4 teachers. You act like your so bad!! I'm worse what do you not get?!"
"What I thought I got was a sane girlfriend."
"Well you were wrong tate."
"How did you even turn into this-this-this monster!"
"Don't act like your not a monster too. I just killed a few more than you did!"
I smirk
"God your really twisted!"
"Well a round of applause! You finally figured it out! I have had these thoughts for so long! I tried to push them away with cigarettes, vodka, and other stupid shit. It didn't push them away! I couldn't hide from theses thoughts any longer tate!"
"Rave-"

I walk away from him and I go to violets room.
I shut and lock the door. I don't feel like getting shot to death. That's gotta hurt. I start to look pills that I know she's got laying around somewhere.
I hear knocking on the door, loud knocking. It must be swat. How the hell did they figure out it was me so quick? Violet. She did what she thought was right, betraying me. They break down the door because mom and Ben were at a doctor's appointment. I have to find the pills quick.

Ahah! Found em! I hear about 10-15 pairs of feet running to find me in the house. I put all of the pills in my mouth. I swallow them my throat felt so dry.

I start to feel faint and they break open the door as soon as I fall over.
"Shit! We came to late! Is she dead?!"
"Isn't that what we're supposed to do? You know, kill her."
"Yea but she got to it before we did..."
I open my eyes for a few seconds. I knew I would wake up here later on. When I die Im supposed to stay dead but I know I won't stay dead...

"Look! She's faking it! She is still breathing!!!!"
One man runs up to me.
"Why did you do it?!"
I gesture my hand to come closer so I can whisper in his ear. I know soon I will start to hallucinate.
I mutter my answer in his ear, I black out. This was the end of my alive life, time for my probably hundred years trapped life.