Beautifully Insane.

The Side Effects Of Being Dead.

Violet stared coldly into the mirror at the girl who used to be described as outgoing and witty. She didnt feel that anymore. She didnt feel anything anymore, a couple of the many side effects of being dead. Violet walked back into her room with the same blank expression as always. The expression of   emptiness. After what happened with Tate, Violet got bored often, it didnt take much. If she wasnt listening to music she'd usually be with Tate, just talking, but she liked that. Laying on bed with him, looking into his eyes. His beautiful god damn eyes. [1st person] I miss him. Why did he do such a beastly thing? What drove him to literal insanity? I see him sometimes. Around the house. Watching over me, making sure nothing happens to me. I just want to hug him, but if I forgive him so easily I'd be a fool. He murdered people, innocent people. The burning question still lurks in the back of my mind, a thought I often reject thinking about.
I  put my earphones in to block out the world around me. Laying on my bed, I took out my journal and just wrote. Wrote about my feelings, wrote about Tate, about everything. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, "Violet you can't stay in your room forever." My mom said softly. "No but I can try." I called back. I wasn't ready to put up with my family yet. I know it had been a couple months but now that I'm dead I dont see the point in pretending to be a regular family anymore, but my mom insits. My life is quite literally over. I'm sick of it. Being dead. It's boring, and lonely. But I'm stuck here, in this relentless loop of nothingness, and theres no way out of it.. It's pretty depressing to be honest, to realize how many people must loose their lives at such a young age, wether it was by their own hand or other people. "It's a filthy god damn hopeless world we live in." I smiled remembering Tates realistic words, no one realises how cruel this world really is, the thing we love most gets taken away from us and we hurt the people we love. "It's a filthy god damn hopeless world.." I said sadly. And the worst part is that people dont give a shit about you unless your pretty or dying. And that's disgusting. Society sucks.