The Fire That Started it All *Violate*

Chapter 2

*Tate's POV*

   I wait until everyone in the house is asleep.  I creep down the dark hallways until I reach the kitchen. There are matches in a drawer on the right of me.

"Should I do it?" I speak aloud.

"Do what?" Moira walks in.

"Oh, go out this Halloween." I say with nervousness in my voice.

"Why wouldn't you?" she asks worried. Even though I did terrible things to the Harmons Moira treats me with respect, even though I don't deserve it. " Don't you want to see your son?"

" If I keep visiting him Violet won't love me, if she sees him it will just be a reminder of what I did to Vivian."

" Tate, Violet will never forgive you for what you did to her mother and the antichrist that you placed inside of her. You're a lost cause." Moira snaps. At that moment I regretted thinking that she respected me.

"She will love me, god damn it!" I scream at her. She leaves the room in fright. I knew now that I had to do it, I had to burn down this fucking house.  I open the drawer forcefully and grabbed the matches. I turned on the gas stove and flicked the lit match on the stove. The flames were beautiful, calming, I couldn't look away from it. Memories flashed through my head, painful ones. Memories of my mother burning me with cigarettes on accident, bonfires on the beach, burning Larry alive. The visions were like a dream. I  barely notice the heat from the fire and Violet screaming at me. After hearing the family's final attempt on kicking the door down I finally run into the basement feeling the my skin boil off my body.

--------------------------------------------Later That Night----------------------------------------------------------------------

I go upstairs to find black stains on the walls, ceilings and floors. All of the furniture was burnt and there was a little girl sitting on an ashy love seat crying. She must be one of the little girls that lived here when I burned down the house. A wave of guilt hit me. I slowly walk towards her. She looks up.  Her face was filled with blisters, she had a chubby, short, defined face. Her eyes were a bright blue that you can almost mistake as grey. Her short dirty blonde hair was missing patches on her tender head. Terrified seeing a stranger in her destroyed living room.

"Who are you?" she screams frightened.

"I'm Tate and I know this is confusing but I will explain everything you're confused about. But tell me your name first." I explain.

"My name is Elizabeth." She stutters. Elizabeth couldn't have been any older then 11 and her face is filled with pure innocence.

" Elizabeth I'm sorry to tell you this but you're dead." My words came out harsher then I meant them to be. Shock fills her face. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Um," There was a long pause. "Red, fire, my older sister's flesh sliding off of her body." Thinking of an innocent girl watching her family burn alive makes my skin crawl, and I did this to her. 

"Where is my family anyway?'" Elizabeth asked. I couldn't help but realize that she is taking being dead very well.

"I'm not sure, but how are you taking this so well?" I ask, unsure what I'm about to hear.  

"I've always known that there were ghosts in the house." How does she know? Did I reveal myself? Did Violet? I think she saw the concern and confusion on my face so she explained.

" Sometimes when I ditch school I see a girl laying in my older sister's room, but after I look back she's gone." She explained. It all made sense, when the family would leave Violet would go to her old room and lay on the bed, not sleep just think. I hear footsteps coming down from the steps but not one person multiple. My first thought was to hide, fearing all of the older residents wouldn't be too happy about my appearance. I rush into what's left of the closet and crack the door so I can see what happens when they find the girl. The girls face lit up and she jumped to her feet and ran to the source of the steps. She found her family. I felt relieved knowing that she won't be as alone as I am in this hell whole.  Crying came from the end of the steps so I slipped out of the closet and made my way to find Violet.

In the morning News reporters from all over the state came to report this mysterious fire that wasn't all that mysterious. I go outside and listen to the reporters and just as I hoped they confirmed, they're tearing down the house and making a mental hospital.