Carter Bridge.
I spent four days crying. I've no sleep. I haven't been out of my room. Out of my bed. I think I'm going insane. Is Tate real? Is he my imagination? No, he can't be.
I got up and looked in my mirror. Who is this? Who is this monster starring at me? Oh wait.
It's just me.
My hair was everywhere, I had round purple bags under my eyes, my mascara from the four nights ago was smudged across my cheeks, my eyes where red and puffy from crying and my teeth where a very pale brown. No longer white.
"Carter? You're finally out of bed." My mom gasped.
I turned around and smiled, weakly, her smile faded when she saw the state I was in.
"Come on, we need to get you cleaned up." She took my hand and pushed me into the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, my first one in five whole days. When I was done I wrapped a towel around my body and hair and went into my room.
I pulled out my black and yellow Nirvana shirt and black skinny jeans with my knee length black converse. Once I dried my hair I put on my clothes and done my makeup. Just black eyeliner and mascara.
"Better?" I asked as I walked down the stairs.
"Better." My mom smiled.
"I'm going on a walk." I sighed.
Alls I could think about was, Tate. My stomach churned as I walked past Ally's house, there was still police tape around it, they where still looking for useless evidence. I wanted to tell them it was all Tate Langdon, the boy who killed all the people in the school but they would think I was insane and put me in an asylum.
"Carter? Carter Bride?" A policeman approached me.
"Um, yeah?" I asked.
"Do you have any information about the murder of Ally White?" He asked.
Yes.
"No. Sorry." I lied.
"Okay, do you know anyone who would want to hurt her?"
Tate.
"I'm sorry, I have no information." I lied again.
He nodded and walked back to the house.
I decided to walk back home, I didn't want to be questioned again.
"I'm back."
No answer.
"Mom?"
No answer.
"Dad?"
"They're not here, Carter."
I turned around and was standing infront of Tate.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I missed you." He smiled.
"Leave." I gritted my teeth together.
"Carter please-."
"I said leave!" I yelled, pointing to the door.
"And go where?" He asked.
"Home?" I said, but it came out more like a question.
"I am home." He smirked.
"No. This is my house now, so leave!" I yelled again.
"Or what?" He questioned.
"You know I can tell you to go away." I laughed.
"Do it." He narrowed his eyes.
"Go away!" I screamed.
I watched him disappear, he was still smirking.
Why was he smirking?
It made wonder where he would actually disappear to when I told him to go away.
Then it came to me.
The basement.
