VIOLET'S POV
She walked into the room after eating dinner downstairs with her family. I remembered when I was like that. Depressed. Even if no one knew it I could tell. Blaire was depressed. I don't care if you believe me. I know her because I was her. Pretending to eat, secretly cutting in the bathroom, and having my only high time in life talking to Tate Langdon.
"I miss him." I said as she looked around the room even though I wasn't letting myself be seen.
"Whose there?" She questioned very confused.
"I remember what it was like being you."
Blaire stood up to look around the room. I saw it. I saw what Tate sees. Me. I saw me in her. I came behind her and appeared to her. She looked behind her when I chuckled seeing the worry on her face. The same face that I wore when I saw my first ghost.
"Who are you?" Blaire asked me as she picked keys up from her dresser. She pointed them at me like a weapon while her hands shook. I laughed again.
"Violet. Violet Harmon." I gave out my hand, she was startled by the act of kindness. She shook it and remarked about how cold it was like everyone did.
"You know what they say? Cold hands warm heart."
"Violet? Aren't you the girl that was screaming at Tate earlier?"
"Yeah." I wish she didn't bring that up.
"Why? What did he do?"
I wanted to run away and cry my eyes out when she said his name but it was too late. here we were talking about Tate. The issue I came to talk about but deep down didn't. A tear was about to escape but i made sure to hide it. I made sure I didn't show any weakness now. Not to Blaire. She needed to know to stay away from him.
"Our story is too much for me right now, but you do need to know about Tate. He used to be my boyfriend. I loved him, I still love him."
"Oh, I see. Your think I'm stealing your man. Don't worry its hands off I get it."
"No. I don't think you do get it."
Blaire looked worried now.
"Are you scared?" I asked her.
She gulped and looked around the room for another weapon.
"You should be."
When I said that her face turned pale, but her cheeks burned.
"Not of me. You need to fear the person you think you know. The person you think understands you when no one else does. I found that person. He made me feel safe. I felt safe with a serial killer! How funny is that? Do you know who it is? It's are very own Tate Langdon!"
At first her face looked scared then into disbelief.
"Your full of shit!" She really didn't believe me.
"Have you ever heard of the Westfield High School Massacre?"
"Yeah, when that kid shot up the whole school in 1994. I go to that school now."
"I did too. You should go to the librarian and ask about the shooter. You might be surprised about what you hear."
She watched me play with my dark purple nail polish while I sat on her desk for I while.
"Well, I better be going. I promised Buea I would play ball with him today."
I walked to the door and she watched me walk slowly to the other side of the room. Before I exited the room, I stopped in the doorway.
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
"No."
I studied her face for a moment to figure out what she was thinking. She seemed worried and confused. Who could blame her?
"This house will make you a believer."
I left the room and Blaire ran to look down the hallway. But when she looked I wasn't there. Well, I was, but she couldn't see me. She doesn't need to know that though. Not yet, she's not ready.
