"Oh my god. I had no idea that it was our 1 month.. I'm so sorry. But, you didn't have to get me anything." I said slowly grabbing the box and paper out of his hand.
"Its okay. I know you've been having a hard time lately, I don't blame you for not knowing. And I wanted to get you it. Open the paper, I apologize for it sucking, I haven't written in so long." he told me smiling, walking inside, shutting the door behind him.
I smiled and opened up the paper. It was a poem.
It read:
"You're the only one I need,
Come dance with me, I will lead.
I wont ever let you fall,
Whatever you do I will love it all.
You are always the one to make me smile,
Because I am sad every once in awhile.
I used to be a suicidal mess,
All alone, and depressed.
But, then you came and changed it all,
Because of you, I stand tall.
Before I met you I thought "I cant do this"
But, now you're here and now I can,
So happy one month, Paris. <3
Love, Tate."
I smiled and said, "Awe that's so cute."
He blushed while smiling and looked down at his feet.
I then opened the box and it was a keychain. It was a silver Eiffel Tower.
I giggled at how cute that was, him getting me a key chain with the Eiffel Tower on it and my name being Paris.
"Thank you." I said, standing on my tip toes to give him a hug. When we pulled apart from the hug I checked my phone and it was 6:56.
"C'mon. We're gonna miss the bus." I told him grabbing my bag. He opened the door for me and I smiled walking out of it.
As we were walking to the bus stop, I was trying to put the key chain on the ring of my strap. I finally got it when we arrived to the bus stop.
The bus was 2 minutes late. When it finally arrived we hopped on. I sat next to him in the back, like always.
A Few Hours Later
*5th period*
I'm in history class right now. I have to use the restroom so I raise my hand. My sleeve slipped down a little bit revealing some of my bruises and burns. I didn't realize until i put down my arm when the teacher called on me.
My heart quickly dropped and i ask, "May I use the restroom?"
The teacher hesitated before answering, "Yes."
I got up and walked out into the hallway. I let out a huge breath i was holding in.
"I hope she didn't realize" i thought in my head as i was walking down the hallway to the restroom.
Whenever I got back into the classroom, i sat down in my seat. The teacher watched my every move the whole rest of the class.
The next period was lunch. When the bell rang i rushed out of class. I really wanted to tell Tate that i think the teacher noticed, but he didnt even know that I hurt myself again.
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Loved by Tate Langdon
FanfictionDisclaimer: this story does not follow the plot line of Murder House. This was written in 2016 when I was 13 years old. I was depressed and going through an eating disorder. This story reflects on that. I wrote it as an outlet. Tate Langdon doesn't...
