I've been fascinated by Violet for a long time.
It sounds creepy... and it probably is. But she intrigues me a lot. I love the way she smokes in school and listens to music all the time. I love the mysterious way she dresses and walks, like she doesn't give a shit about what people think, but at the same time she does. I feel like she hides things from people. I want to know. I want to know why her straight, soft hair is never brushed behind her ear; I want to know why it covers her face, hides it, as if a single change of expression gives it away.
I know I'm crazy. I know I'm fucked up. I know someone like me, a tall skinny 18 year old who wears ripped jeans and faded jumpers, would hardly be noticed by a radiant, mysterious, amazing girl called Violet.
I remember seeing her in the library, reading some old, tattered book with her hair fallen on the page like a silk curtain. I want to run my hands through that beautiful hair...
I thought I would never get a chance to speak to her. To have her eyes, the brown and golden colours on her eyes like they were autumn leaves, looking back at my dark, worthless ones. Until today.
I painted a rose black. Then I gave it to her. And as we looked in each others eyes, I almost saw something in hers that said I might see her again. Then she said we should hang out and she walked away and I missed holding her... even if it was just her arm.
I sit in my bedroom, my thin pale fingers fiddling with the holes on the end of my sleeves.
I get up and walk to the mirror.
I see the blackening pupils and the slightly red circles around my eyes, as if I haven't slept. As if I had rubbed them again and again in fustration, in anger, in my mental state. I smirk and lift my right hand up in the shape of a gun.
"Pow." I say quietly, smirking, as my thumb presses down as if it was pressing down on a trigger.
A/n
I did a short one becos I'm at my friends house xD
So yeah, this is part 1 of Tate's pov and then I will do part 2 if I feel like it later.
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