Slowely Dying { Tate Langdon Fanfiction }

Chapter 1 Tate

I can't remember most of the time I spent with Tate. The whole year 1994 is a big blur in my memory, maybe because I didn't want to remember a thing, maybe due to the fact that I was on drugs. But I do remember the times we secretly snug out at midnight to smoke weed on the benches in our favorite park. I do remember how many times we've kissed. How many times we had sex. How many times we fought. How many times we broke up. How many times we made up. How many times we layed on his bed blasting Nirvana, talking about leaving everything and everyone behind and traveling the world. Starting over, together. I miss that. "Miss Harmon?" I snapped out of my thoughts. "I'm sorry, I did not.. process your question." The slightly fat middle aged man sighed deeply, I obviously was making his job that much harder. "Miss, what happenend to you was truely awfull, but you have to understand that you have to focus for right now and give us the information we need, so we can finely solve this case." I nodded. He looked at me with pity in his eyes. "It has been over ten years." I have a sip from the water the cop gave me. I swallow loudly. "I know, I know." I tugged my sleeves over the palms of my hands. "Good. So where were you when Langdon past?" I bit my lip avoiding his gaze. Suddenly I couldnt speak. I coughed multiple times. "A-Ar-Arizona." I stumbled.

They say high school is be the best time of your life. I say that they are big fat liars. It wasn't the fact that I had to start over at a completely different school in an unknown environment, in a different state, because I had nothing to loose, right? No friends. I've always been the weird kid covered in black clothes, 'scary' jewellery, sitting in the back of the class. No one wanted to sit next to me, ever. But that's okay, because I didn't want anyone to sit next to me either. I don't like interacting with other human beings. They scare me. If you be too nice to them, maybe they'll be even nicer back. Maybe you'll become friends with that person and maybe, just maybe they'll decide you are not good enough, never good enough for them and they'll shatter your heart in a million little pieces. Cold as ice, sharp as knives. Be careful, don't cut yourself. I thought I wouldn't mind to move to a different home, but the truth is that I do, I so do and still my thoughts on this don't seem that important, or at least not to my parents. I love my parents, but sometimes they are just selfish pieces of trash. "Are you ready yet? You don't want to be late on your first day at your new school!" My mom gave me my lunch she just made and hugged me, she was too excited about all of this. "You're gonna make all these new friends that you can bring home and maybe you can have a sleepover and watch movies and.." I sighed. "Sure. I have to go."

I walked towards the buss stop and waited in the cold fresh morning air, smoking a cigarret. On my way to Westfield High or as I like to refer to as 'Hell'.