Late Nights.

Ch.9 ~ Time.

Something that everybody needs is time. We all need extra, but there seems to be never enough. We need it for everything that we do. Not just the physical things, but also the mental and emotional things. We need it, if we didn't have time, we would have no boundaries. We'd have nothing. This is how I learnt that I have no time left.

My room was being cleared. All of my belongings being removed by strangers that will most likely sell it or biff it. I'll no longer have any of my things. I'll no longer have the objects that kept me sane all this time. I'll no longer have anything to remind me that I lived, apart from this hell hole of a house. I was left with nothing. That's how I knew I had no time.

The people moved in fairly quickly, the house didn't change an awful lot, most modern families own all the same shit. The person that had inhabited my bedroom surprisingly didn't have bad tastes. The room colour was the same, hopefully it would stay the dreary shades. The bed sat in the same place and so did most of the other furniture. Their music taste was scarily similar to mine and it made me smile. I think I wouldn't mind this person.

I felt breath on my neck.

"Violet." I sighed heavily and slowly turned around to see him step back.

"What do you want Tate?" I snapped.

"Your rooms different, I like what you've done." I crossed my arms impatiently.

"I didn't do anything. Somebodies moving in Tate, this isn't only my room anymore." He looked at me quizzically.

"What's up with you today grumpy?" I sighed once again.

"I'm not up for bullshit Tate, what the hell do you want." His eyes darkened softly.

"I want to see you, Violet." He inched closer.

"And?" He stopped once we were only inches apart.

"I want you to come with me, I miss you Violet, I miss us." I shook my head.

"No Tate, I can't stay like this anymore, it's only dangerous for me." He sighed, clearly distressed at my rejection.

"Stay with me, please." I moved around him quickly storming out of my bedroom.

"I think it's too late for that Tate, after all, I am out of time."

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The new family reminds me of my old one. Except these parents are happy, together and apart. I envy their relationship, I never had parents that got along. It looks so simple, yet my parents could never quite get there. I don't think they ever will.

I was standing in my room filtering through the new CDs that littered the desk as I heard an awkward throat clear behind me. I was surprised by the subtle noise and turned to face the culprit. I came face to face with a strange boy. He didn't look much older than I was, it surprised me with his music taste.

"What are you doing in my room?" He asked as he stood confused at the door. I didn't know what to say, I couldn't introduce myself as the dead girl that used to live in in this house. What should I say? Then I thought back to when I first met Tate and his conniving ways of deception.

"I'm Violet, I live a down the road, saw the moving vans and thought I'd come say hi, sick music by the way." He nodded as he slowly walked into my- his bedroom.

"So you let yourself in?" He asked suspiciously.

"I suppose so, I mean the door was wide open." He nodded again.

"You know curiosity killed the cat." I smiled to myself.

"Good thing I'm not a cat." He chuckled heartily at my comment.

"You don't seem too bad, Violet...?" He hesitated questioningly, searching for a last name.

"Harmon. Violet Harmon." He smiled directly at me. Causing my cheeks to flush.

"What a gorgeous name, I'm Brandon Calends, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said poshly while bowing.

"I hope you don't expect me to play along. That's not my thing, I don't do curtsies." He chuckled as he righted his posture.

"That's alright, I don't curtsy either." He winked at me and I laughed. It felt good to laugh again.