Clem's POV
I slept until the next morning. It's Tuesday, but I'm praying that my mom will let me stay home because my dad just killed himself. If I go to school I'm just gonna get bullied, and I don't want to get bullied right now. Tate was still next to me, and I felt safe around him.
"Look at this," Tate said with a smile.
"What's that?" I said half awake.
"The suicide note."
Tears poured out of my eyes because I remembered what happened. Tate wrapped his arm around me, and my tears fell onto the sleeves of his shirt.
"I didn't read it yet because I wanted to wait for you to wake up," Tate said.
"How did you find it?" I sobbed.
"It was in your mother's dresser."
"When did you find it?"
"In the middle of the night while you and your mother were asleep."
"Tate, I told that we were gonna find it today. Why did you go in the middle of the night and find it?"
"'Cause I wanted you to see as soon as possible, and your mother also works from home."
"Oh, okay."
"You read the note first."
Tate handed the note to me. It was a very lengthy suicide note, but I didn't mind because that note held all of the answers. As I was reading the note, I heard a knock on my door. I hid the note under the covers. Tate quickly hopped off of my bed and went under it.
"You don't have to go to school today, sweetie, and you don't have to go for the rest of the week," my mom said as she cracked the door open a little bit.
"Okay. Thanks mom."
As she closed the door again, I looked under the covers for the suicide note, but it wasn't there.
"Tate, where's the note?" I asked.
"You don't have it?" Tate asked worried.
"Looking for this?" Hayden said with a smirk. "Go away, Tate."
"Tate!?" I shouted. "Where did he go?"
"I don't know," Hayden said. "Did you look it up?"
"Look up what?"
"The Westfield High massacre you dumbass!"
"No. I didn't look it up."
"Well look it up!"
Then Hayden just disappeared. She really wanted me to look up the Westfield High massacre, so I did as she said. I don't why I had to look it up, but she said that it will show me who Tate really is. I went over to my laptop, and went on Google to search up the Westfield High massacre. I clicked in the first website that came up. On the home page, there was a list of people who were killed. There was fifteen people killed during the massacre and the suspect was dead too. The name of the suspect was too small to be able to read so I clicked the hyperlink on the name. As I saw the picture and name of the suspect, butterflies formed in my stomach and my heart began to pound. The suspect was Tate Langdon and the website said that he was dead. The website also said that he died in 1994 and it's 2016. He was dead and I just had a conversation with him. I burst into tears and I ran out of my room and down the stairs.
"Mommy?" I called. "Mommy where are you? Mommy?"
I started pacing throughout the house, searching for my mom. The basement door all of a sudden opened, so I walked towards it and went down the stairs.
"Mom? Mommy?" I screamed getting really nervous.
"I'm bleeding and I need some help," a lady said.
"Who are you!?" I screamed.
I started to back away from the lady. While I inched away from the strange lady, I stepped on a red ball and fell over. All of a sudden, a creature with a disfigured face came out of nowhere.
"Play!" The creature shouted.
I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran towards the basement stairs. Then two kids with slit throats started running across the basement, throwing poppers at the floor. I got to the stairs and sprinted to the main level of the house as quickly as possible.
"Look what he did to me," a young girl with red spots on her shirt said.
I started screaming even more and I started to cry because I was so scared.
"Where's my baby?" a lady with blonde hair and a bloody hole in the back of her head said.
I ran around the house through every room because for some reason I couldn't find the stairs to go to my bedroom. I ran the through the kitchen, and bumped into Tate. I fell onto the ground really hard and banged my head on the counter. I blacked out for a couple seconds but then regained consciousness. Tate had my head in his hands, and I freaked out and screamed. I couldn't get up off the floor right away, so I crawled as quickly as I could to get away from Tate. When I was able to get up, I ran around the house until I found the stairs to go upstairs. Tears streamed down my face as I was screaming.
"Clem, stop running! I'm not gonna hurt you!" Tate shouted.
I didn't listen to him, but I knew that he was running after me. I tripped while I was running up the stairs, and Tate tried to grab me, but I quickly got up and ran to my bedroom. Once I got in my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Tate was trying to open the door, and he telling me to open the door, but I didn't let him in. I was so terrified and I wanted to just hug Tate, but he's dead. I can't believe that he's dead. I curled up into a ball on my bed and cried. Why was all of the happening to me? My dad kills himself then I find out that my friend is actually dead. I pinched myself because I could have been dreaming, but I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't waking up. All of this was actually happening. I cried myself to sleep.
Tate's POV
She locked her door, and she wasn't letting me in. I'm assuming that she found out that I was dead. It's all Hayden's fault though. Hayden ruins everything, but she just doesn't get it. She doesn't understand that ghosts have feelings too. I sat in front of Clem's door and just waited. She was gonna have to open that door at some point. My brain is really playing games on me. I still love Violet, but I also have some feelings for Clem too. I don't know if Violet will ever come back to me. I don't even know if Clem will want to be around me anymore, knowing that I'm dead. Hopefully she didn't figure out that I killed all of those people. I have to keep an eye on Hayden because Hayden will tell her all of the things that I have done and Clem will most likely hate me after that.
(Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! I know it's a little boring and kind of like the show, but I promise the next chapters will be interesting. Vote and comment please!)
June 28, 2016
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