“y/n…?”
I awoke in a panic. I was trembling and everything felt like ice on my skin, the room was pitch black. It was always pitch black. No one had moved into this house for years now, not since the Harmon’s were murdered here. It felt like I was the only one left in this cursed house, of course I knew I wasn’t, but every other spirit had been silent. Not even Violet showed any signs of herself to me. I was utterly alone.
Today was like any other day here, quiet and boring. The only sound in the house was my breathing. And then I heard the creaking sound of the front door opening as it split through the air. My head snapped up towards the door immediately and I could see a girl creeping in. She looked to be the age of seventeen, maybe eighteen, but her face was black and blue of her s/c skin. She had h/c hair that was h/l length and had a black beanie over it.
I flinched back as she shut the door behind her, I stayed out of sight, and I watched. When she stepped in completely she slid down to the floor and curled into fetal position. I heard no sobs or cries from her though. I wanted to approach her, so I did. I felt quite brave today.
“Hi?”
She looked up in surprise and stared at me cautiously.
“Uhh…hi,” She paused. “Is this your house?”
I shook my head, it technically wasn’t mine.
“No.” I thought of something quickly. “I live next door, I stay here sometimes though.”
She loosened up. “Oh, do you mind if I stay here a bit.”
I smiled and outstretched my hand to her, helping her off the ground. “Not at all. I’m Tate.”
“y/n.” She replied.
I tensed, making it unnoticeable to y/n though, I’ve heard that name before, in a dream. I blew it off as coincidence though.
“You seem like you’re hiding from someone…who?”
I noticed that she took a long pause and sighed after a while. She then opened her mouth.
“My dad was mad at me and he started hitting me…so I ran away the first chance I got.”
I frowned. Such terrible things happen to such beautiful people…I blinked. I felt something for this girl, something I felt for Violet.
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It had been a while since y/n had come here, she refused to go home so I kept her safe I the house. Away from anyone else. People on the streets assumed she ran into the ‘murder house’ and died, but no one dared to check. I was glad of that; I didn’t want them to take her back to her parents. They’d kill her. I still hadn’t explained that I was dead to her. Or that I have hurt a lot of people. I wanted to though.
Most of the time we just sat listening to Kurt Cobain or some of the other metal bands she liked, It would've bothered Violet, sitting around here all day, every day. But it didn’t bother y/n. She actually seemed really okay with it. I liked that. I wonder if she knew that I liked her. I wonder if she likes me back. I hope so.
“Why don’t you ever go home?”
I blinked and stared at her. The real answer was that my family was dead. I wondered if I should say that. I did.
She seemed taken aback by my response but she believed me.
“Must be horrible…to have no family at all.”
I sighed.
“Mine we’re deadbeats anyway. They never even told me that I was dead…”
I paused and suddenly began to tremble.
“What?”
I tried to find a response but all I could do was smile at her sheepishly.
“Are you really…dead?”
I nodded. My body shuttered when she reached out and touched me.
“You don’t feel dead.”
I sighed and relaxed myself.
“I died a long time ago…”
“How?”
“I was shot to death.” I remembered that day clearly now.
She tilted her head slightly. “Who would shot you? You seem nice enough.”
I took in a breath and prepared myself. Not many girls stayed when they knew how much of a monster I was. “It was the cops who shot me down.” I admitted.
She rested her chin on her knees and looked at me with interest. “Tell me everything, the whole story.”
I blinked at her. Hesitantly I began to tell her everything that had happened. I told her everything I remembered. My father, the school shooting and how I was sitting in my room at home and how my mother was screaming at the cops saying I was only a child and I’d go peacefully. And she listened attentively, not moving away from me, not tensing, just watching and listening.
“Can I ask why?”
I looked at her.
“Why did you kill those kids?”
I thought about why. I knew why I did it. I killed the ones I liked; the ones I knew had potential. “I did it because the world is a terrible place and they were good people. So I took them to a better place.”
“True morbid visionary I see. I like it.” She smirked at me and sat up straight.
This made me smile, someone actually accepted me for what I was. There was a first for everything, I knew that now. I decided it was my turn to ask questions. “What’s your story?”
“My story? There’s nothing to it really. I grew up with three brothers; they usually took the beatings from my parents to protect me. The oldest went off to college, the youngest was killed by my father and the middle one killed himself. And then I was alone. You can only imagine what it’s like growing up alone and beaten every day. I survived though. Hardly.”
I listened intently to what she had to say. It came to my mind that she was basically alone in this world. This terrible world. Maybe she would stay here with me. Forever...
When she finished she leaned back against the wall, waiting for my response. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked.
I looked at her questionably. "Kill you?"
"Yea. Like you did those others."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because...I don't know. I don't feel like you deserve to die...?" I lied.
"It's something else isn't it, some other reason. Come on. Tell me!" She insisted, leaning closer with a determined look on her face.
I began to blush lightly and I bit my lip. "Uh..I-I..." I thought around for words, only the truth could come out. "I love you."
She tilted her head to the side with a slight grin. "You know? I think I love you too Tate." She responded, kissing my cheek and leaning against the wall again.
I sat there dumbfounded. We both sat there, staring at each other in the silence of the house.
