Tate-
This so called life, Tate was living, he was very tired of. But he loved Violet, and that at least kept him sane. This world. This "life". Shit, I never cry much. But, when I do it's gotta be serious. This "life", is horrible. I'm so lucky to have Violet. But I feel as if-- I'm not really better. I've gotta act like I'm sane. Please, whatever, whoever is out there, let me be better.. Let me be changed. Tate couldn't stop thinking. He was trapped in his own mind. He sat sadly on Violet's bed and waited for her. "Hey, Tate. Sorry I'm late, my mom told me about the new family.", she said, climbing ontop of him to sit on his lap. "New family..?", He asked. "Yeah, you didn't hear..? A boy our age and his father are coming to live here. We've gotta scare them before something horrible happens.", Violet explained. "But please, don't let that thing in the basement have anything to do with it..?", she asked. "I don't want anything to do with it.", Tate said. "But, Tate.. We need your help, please..?", she asked. "Fine, but only because you're cute when you beg.", he grinned. "Oh shut up!", she laughed. Violet straddled him and kissed him before Ben came in. "What the fuck is he doing in your room..?", Ben raised his voice. "DAD! You have no control over my life, or death, whatever?! Leave me alone, IF MOM CAN FORGIVE YOU, YOU DOUCHEBAG, I CAN FORGIVE TATE. I wish I could kill myself again.", she said. "GO AWAY DAD!", she screamed. He disappeared. Tate started to tear up. "I don't think I can do this anymore..", he said. "W-what? Did I scare you? I'm sorry, Tate, don't leave me..", Violet cried. "No no no Vi, not you! Your dad.. I can't be around him. I can't get my ass kicked on repeat-- please keep me away from him, or I'm afraid of what I'll do. Once I start, I can't stop.", Tate explained. "Yeah, okay Tate. Don't worry bout him.", She smiled and pecked his lips. What the fucking hell, Tate?! What are you thinking?! You can't say that in front of her! You're crazy. You need to kill.. The light goes off in their eyes, and we feel alive, remember? Tate, you're not a lover boy. You're a murderer, A PYSCHOPATH! The voices said to Tate. "Tate, tate..? Tate!", Violet asked. "Oh, sorry Vi. I must've zoned out.", he said sorrowfully. "Hey, are you okay..?", she asked. Tate started to pound on his head repeatedly. "GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!", he screamed. Violet started to cry. "Tate, you lied. You're not better..", she whimpered.
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Sorry it's so long; and the cliffhanger's great am i right? :)
