Tate's POV
I'm dead, no I'm not one of those emo kids that thinks it's cool to pretend to be dead and shit. I actually am dead. I died 3 years ago because I did something bad and payback is a bitch. I live like a normal person because for some reason I can't pass to the other side. I can't leave but I have no idea why. Life's a bitch like that, well afterlife. My life was pretty shitty until my mother chose to take in a runaway she found at a shelter. That's when everything changed.
"Welcome to your new home." I could hear my mom introducing the new runaway to the house.
"Your room is right next to Tate's, he's my son." I sighed at the mention of my name
"Tate!" My mother yelled and I slowly made my way to the living room
"Tate I want you to mean Violat."
She looked up and as her eyes met mine I knew she was gonna change everything.
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The dead boy (Violate)
Fanfiction"Hi I'm Tate. I'm dead. Wanna hookup?" Tate is dead. No one knows Tate is dead. Tate thinks he is stuck as he is but when a runaway his family take in comes into the picture, everything changes.
