When Tate awoke this particular morning, something was different. It was very subtle, but something had changed. Maybe it was something in him, but he could feel it. He felt like smiling. Almost as if he was... Happy, but for no particular reason. He pulled the comforter back from over his head, and sat up.
Someone was there. Michael. His only son. Why was he here? Why was he in the most terrible terrible place an eight year old could be? A million questions raced through Tate's mind. Then, just as he had appeared, Micheal disappeared.
"I thought only ghosts could do that," Tate whispered to himself.
He had to find Violet. Maybe she'd know what to do. Only one problem. Violet hated Tate.
While trying to decide what to do, Tate sat down on the bed he and Violet used to share. He finally came up with an idea. He could write her a note, and post it on the mirror in the bathroom. No, he thought. Some other ghost would see it, and rip it off. He would have to think of a different idea.
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A/N This is the very first part of something I hope to continue. I've never written a story, so comment and vote please!! It would mean alot. I know it's kind of short, but it's 3am here and I'm exhausted.
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Scars
FanfictionWhen eight year old Michael appears one day as if he was a ghost, Tate enrolls Violet to help find him, and figure out what happened. Scars is all about how sometimes, you can find love in the place you least expect it.
