-Tate's P.O.V-
I walked quickly down the hall away from the bathroom, quietly aware that the girl was staring after me. The thought of this alone sent shivers down my spine. I continued to think to myself about how stupid I had been for condemning what she had been doing to herself in that bathroom. It wasn't what I had intended to say at all. What if she did do it again? What if she listened to my advice? I froze. I couldn't let that happen. I needed to protect her. I don't know why, but I felt like I needed to keep her safe from all of the harmful things in the world. She was special to me and yet I did not yet know her name.
I bound down the stairs without making a sound and entered her father's office, he sat at his desk, quietly reading through the file in front of him. My presence was obviously not visible to him as he did not bat an eyelid as I walked across his office and stood behind him at the desk. There was a photo frame next to his messy assortment of paper work, it showed a young woman with red hair, smiling and cradling a young girl, this was obviously his wife and daughter. I smiled at the photo and looked at the face of the little girl, she was so happy. And now she was not. I wondered what could have possibly happened in order to make her take action against herself like she had done earlier that day.
Her father rose from his chair, several minutes later, and place the file he had been reading in the open draw of his filing cabinet. He then proceeded to shut the draw and lock it before leaving the keys on his desk and leaving the room. Now was my chance, I wanted to see what he had wrote about me after we had our session this morning. He was a psychiatrist by the name of Ben Harmon, he and his wife and daughter had moved in a little less than a month ago. I had yet to find out the wife's and daughter's names but looking through my file was more important. I picked up the keys from his desk and made my way over to the large filing cabinet in the far corner of the room. Each draw was labelled with different letters of the alphabet, the first A-E, then F-J, followed by J-O, P-T and so on. I unlocked and opened the third draw and began skimming through the L's until I reached 'Langdon, Tate'. I pulled the large envelope out of the draw, ignoring the large, red 'CONFIDENTIAL' lettering on the front, and began to read.
'Tate is easily aggravated and often shows signs of depressing feelings. Possibly suicidal. Tate quickly changes moods and emotions, possible bi-polar or schizophrenia? No previous medical records in existence, immigrant? Ex-convict?'
I read through the hurtful things he had wrote about me. I thought he was there to listen to me. Not put a label on how I was feeling. I threw the file across the room and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind me. I marched through the house looking for Mr Harmon, looking in every door I came to, until I came to the dining room where he sat with his family, eating. My anger immediately faded as I saw his daughter, she was slouched down in her dining chair, pushing a pea around her plate with a disgusted look plastered across her face. I smiled. Her mother snapped at her. 'Violet! Eat your dinner!'.
'Violet', I smiled to myself. 'Her name is Violet'.
Violet raised one eyebrow at her mother before stabbing a roast potato and shoving in her mouth. She then proceeded to shovel vegetables into her mouth before abruptly rising from her chair and leaving the room. She brushed passed me in the doorway, not seeing me. I inhaled as she passed, taking in her sweet scent. I smiled and followed her up the stairs to her room.
