TATE-
When will I truly escape? My thoughts, that is. The world fucking sucks. Even if you're dead-- you have feelings. The world gives you good ones and takes them away. It's so shitty. I love her. And when will she understand that..? 3 years. 3 years is a long time, but I'll wait forever. An auburn haired girl walked up to Tate slowly. "It's been two-- three years, right? Here, let me take the pain all away..", she whispered. Tate slapped her hand away, and said, "No, you psychotic whore. I'll wait forever for her, I've told you that, Hayden, now go the fuck away." She disappeared.
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VIOLET-
She was troubled. Very troubled. Violet stood in the bathroom, by the sink. She grabbed her friend, mr. razor, out of the cabinet, and slid it across her soft, dead wrist. Tate walked in. "You promised, Vi. I know you hate me, but you promised.", hot tears ran down his face as he said this, and slapped the razor out of her hand. "Tate, I'm dead, it doesn't matter.", she explained. "But, it does. I love you, Violet. I've changed, please forgive me..", he cried. Did I really change..? Dr. Harmon says I'm a psycho, I can't tell her.. I've changed, please let me change.."Tate.. I--", she whispered, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She wiped them away, and kept a straight face. "Go away, Tate.", she mumbled.
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End of chapter 2.
Ah, poor Violet. She loves him-- but she can't forgive him.. Will she..?
