"Tate" I sat beside him on the floor looking over his shoulder at the drawing wishing it wasnt there. "Are you ok?" I asked him even though I already knew the answer to the question. We sat there in silence for what felt like hours but was only a couple of minutes before Tate finally spoke.
"When did you draw this......why did you draw this?" He mumbled, confusion clear in his voice. I didnt know what to say, what could I say?
"I....I...." I searched through my brain trying to think of an answer, think of anything I could say that could make the situation better but came up with nothing. I couldn't lie to him and if I did what would I say "I just drew it." He wouldn't believe me and demand answers. There was only one thing I could do, tell him the truth. "I had this dream......and well.....I just drew it?" I stuttered, the last part coming out as more of a question.
"What do you mean a dream?" Tate looked away from the drawing, for the first time he had seen it, and straight into my eyes.
"Well is was more of a nightmare actually."My nerves had gone into overdrive and I couldn't look bare to look Tate in the eyes. I was a confident person but Tate made me feel so nervous. The way he was looking at me made me wish the ground would swollow me up.
"A nightmare? " Tate questioned "What happened in this nightmare?" What could I tell him other than the truth.
"Well...I was running from something...a monster. " Tate just listened and occasionally nodded as I told him about my dream/nightmare. I noticed how his intrigued facial expression never changed but the emotion in his eyes did. I finished my dream/nightmare, leaving out the part about 'somebody making him do it'. Tate just sat there, staring T me silently. "Tate." No answer. "Tate." I said a little bit louder trying to get his attention.
"Hmm" He mumbled looking dazed by what I had just told him. He looked me straight in the eyes, they looked full of such regret and sadness. "Im so sorry." Why was he sorry? "So....so sorry."
"You have no reason to be sorry." I stood up from the floor and made my way over to my bed. "It's not your fault I had a nightmare, I guess you can't help what happens when your asleep. " I was trying my hardest to lighten the mood and to stop Tate from blaming himself. It really wasn't his fault . Tate stood up and sat down next to me on my bed.
"I hope thats not how you really see me.......a skeleton" He joked giving me a lopsided grin. "I know im dead and all but i thought I was still cute." He continued, trying to be funny. I guess we both wanted to lighten the mood.
"Your cute......Like a puppy" I laughed whilst pinching his cheek. He laughed and pushed my hand away.
"A puppy, really? " He pulled a cheeky smile and looked like he had a plan forming in his head. All of a sudden Tate started to make dog noises, he stook his tongue out and licked my face and then he got on all fours and started to crawl around my room.
"Tate....What the hell are you doing?" I laughed. Tate continued to crawl around like a weirdo, he laid down across the floor on his stomach. "You are really weird" I laid down, on my back, next to Tate.
"IM NOT WEIRD....IM A PUPPY!" He shouted as he rolled onto his back, throwing out his arms out and hitting me in the face.
"Ow." I winced as i rubbed my face. Tate looked at me with a sorry look on his face, i smiled at him to let him know i was ok. "What did you want to talk to me about anyway?" I remembered Tate telling me he wanted to talk to me about something before we got a little......distracted.
Tate rolled over onto his side so he was looking at me, i rolled over to so we were face to face. "Well...I just thought i should come by to say....Hi" He smiled at me.
"Well..Hi" I laughed. We layed there on the floor talking, we talked about things that were just so random and I loved having somebody to talk to, I loved talking to him.
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Im so sorry that its so so so so so short but im still writing and wanted to get something up for you guys. I am trying to writes as much as i can but i have been busy with school and stuff, hopefully i will be uploading again pretty soon but im not making any promises.
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Within these walls (American horror story)
ParanormalAmy is just your average teenage girl apart from one thing, she's dead. A ghost who has lived in the murder house for 45 years, watching family after family moving in and moving out. Shes not the only ghost in the house and after 45 years of being...