VIOLET-
It's been three years. Three goddamn years. He's made it this far without me. He doesn't need me. He never did. Phhht, he probably found someone new-- someone better. I did tell him to go away, but all those people he killed.. Murdered. Makes me sick to the stomach. Some days I think about forgiving him. But, other days I remember what he did to those kids-- My family. He was right. This world-- it is a horror show. This life-- afterlife, no one should have to deal with it. It's horrible.. Someone walked in my room. I assumed it was my mom. "Yeah mom, one minute, let me get changed." Violet said. "Vi-- can we talk..?", said the voice of whom wasn't my mother. Tate. "No Tate, we can't. Go away..", Violet whispered. And just like that. He disappeared. Why, Violet!? Why?! Isn't three years long enough..? She thought to herself. No, he ruined me. My family. Other families. Including his own. Though, his mother took a very big part in that.. NO, SNAP OUT OF IT! She thought. Violet listened to some Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana, and closed her eyes.
