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Chapter 5

I was running down the halls of this house, screaming "WHERE AM I?! HELP ME!" No one was around to hear it when suddenly I heard a gunshot, I looked down to my bleeding leg and topple over "please, no" I cried out. He laughed at me. His suit all rubber, his face hides behind the black rubber mask. "You coward! You won't even show your face!" He lifted off the mask... it was tate.

I woke up gasping for air, searching around my room. I didn't notice I was crying until my dad bursts into my room, he sat beside me and moved my head into his lap playing with my hair. "Hey, hey. Y/N it's okay" I just cried and cried as he played with my hair. " I-it's tate, he's... he's dead dad.." "Y/N...he's not dead. Sweetheart, it was just a dream." "No.. no dad! He's a ghost. H-he admitted to it. I'll find him" I jumped up off the bed, running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off "TATE!" I screamed "TATE! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!"

Tate's POV;
I watched Y/N run around in search of me, her dad probably thinks she's insane and I wouldn't blame him if the roles were reversed. "Y/N.." I whispered
"Tate?"
"He- he can't know"
"He thinks I'm crazy tate! He needs to know"
"No, he can't"  she grabs my arm trying to pull me to her dad but I disappear, standing behind her but she can't see me. I couldn't let him know. Kill her, then she can't tell! "Shut up! Shut up!" I scream "I would never hurt Y/N! Ever!"

Y/N's dad's POV;
" i don't think Y/N's stable" I looked at Ben Harmon, the psychiatrist.
"Has she been through any trauma?"
"Uh, yes when she was younger her mother died."
"Okay. Would you like her to have a session with me?"
"Yes, whenever you're free?"
"How about tomorrow at 9am?"
"Done" Ben stood up and brushed himself off
"I better get going" he walked out the front door, and waved goodbye as he looked behind once more.

Y/N's POV;
"No, I'm not going to a stupid fucking Psychiatrist"
"Language! You're going Y/N, or it's the hospital. Choose!" I stormed upstairs tears threatening to spill, my vision blurry. I opened my bedroom door and saw tate standing there "what's wro-" I hit his chest. "This is because of you! You fucking did this! My dad thinks I'm insane and it's your fucking fault! Get out. Now!" I screamed at his pushing him out of my bedroom, as soon as he was out of the room I fell to the floor crying, I couldn't do this anymore. I wrote in my journal;

It's been a long time since I wrote in this, but things have been weird, I can see dead people. Yes, dead fucking people and I shouldn't be. It's this house, now my dad things I'm insane because I found out. I tried to tell dad but he didn't believe me and I didn't really blame him. I've been through traumatic experiences and I used to have "hallucinations" of my mom but it was real. I have to see a fucking psychiatrist because my dad thinks that I might need help again but I'm not crazy, I know what I saw and I know that I'm gonna prove it to him. Somehow, wait.. I know how.

I close the book and march downstairs to where my dads sitting
"When's your next appointment with Tate?"
"Today at 4pm... why?"
I looked up at him then back down at my hands  and walked upstairs. You're going to hurt him. "He hurt a lot of people so shut up!" I yelled.
Just then there was a knock on the door, it was Nora.
"Hey sweetheart, are you okay?" She asked softly and that's when I lost it I fell to the floor crying then Nora walked over to me and picked me up, sat me and the bed and played with my hair "I know, it's hard." She whispered in my ear. I just cried as Nora held on to me, my eyes started getting heavy and I couldn't move. "I'm sorry.." Nora whispered before vanishing.

Tate's POV;
"You did what?!" I yell at Nora
"She was going to expose you!"
"You should've told me not fucking drugged her!"
"I panicked" I rolled my eyes at her.
"How long will she be out"
"5 hours"
"Jesus Christ!" I yell. I run upstairs to see her laying on her bed, I put the blanket over her and sat at the end of her bed
"I'm sorry Y/N, it wasn't supposed to be like this.. we were supposed to be fine, you weren't supposed to know. Now you hate me and I hate myself for it, I did so many bad things. I don't know why.. but I did.." a tear slips down my cheek. " I was a terrible person, and I know you can't hear me but I'm sorry. I- I love you" I stutter crying.
Oh, boo hoo bitch" I turn around to see Hayden. I wipe away my tears quickly and walk up to her, she steps back.
"What the hell do you want?" I ask her furious she just shrugs.
"I heard crying, I came to see who it was"
"Well you found out what it was, now leave."
She giggles then touches my chest.
"Why don't we go "hangout" like we used to do" she whispers seductively in my ear, I pushed her off
"Go away, Hayden"
"Hmph! Whatever." She strolled away. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I looked back at Y/N before walking out. It was only 12pm by now, I was sitting in the attic with beau rolling the ball back and forth for and hour, I painted a bird. A crow flying above a pond, which took two hours and takes to Nora for the last remaining hour. I walked through the back door and knocked on the front door, Y/N answered then slammed it in my face. I appeared behind her
" I have an appointment with your dad" I saw her flinch. She was scared.. she was scared of me. She ran up into her room as I headed to the little office her dad used.

Y/and POV;
I ran to my room and slammed the door, I found my phone and looked through it looking up "Westfield high massacre" with Tate's picture I ran down stairs to dads office and looked to see tate staring at me. I walked over to dad, still looking at Tate he silently mouthed "no, please" I sat beside my dad
"Y/N you're not supposed t-" he started to say when I cut him off. I pointed at Tate "h-he is dead, dad" Tate looked at me with pleading eyes. I started to pull my phone out when tate grabbed it, pretending to read it. "That's my dad.." he pretending to start to cry  "he was a psycho, that's why I'm here" I looked at him with hatred. I squinted at him "go away" I looked at him as he ran out the door so my dad wouldn't see him disappear.
"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, you are grounded!" He stomped off. I threw myself on the couch as Tate appeared behind me
"fuck off, Tate"
"You were going to expose me" he said sadly
"Yes! I fucking was because now my dad thinks I'm schizophrenic or some shit because I know you're fucking dead" I yelled. He flinched and took a step back. I looked him dead in the eyes
"I hate you" was all I said and left. There was nothing else to say.