*Violets POV*
I still love Tate, I always will. But what he did to those people was to much for me to deal with. How could you do that and not feel anything? " I'm forced to spend eternity with a man who doesn't love me" Chad once told me. I felt the total opposite. He loved me, I loved him. But we're from different worlds. I'm suicidal and he's homicidal. I cut almost everyday, it's because of my parents. They make me hate life. They never believe me and they ignore me. Now I'm stuck here with them. For, ever. I don't know what to do anymore, to be honest. I don't like anybody here. There's my mom, dad, Tate, the gays, the doctors, Hayden, Nora, the twins, the little burnt girls, their mom, Constance little man-whore, the nurse and her friend that loved there, the 3 people who tried re-inact the robbery, and me. (Did I miss anyone?) I hate everyone, including myself sometimes.
