Whispers In The Dark ; ahs

Chapter 4

        "Who told you? Was it Violet?
        "No.. No, not really."
        "Oh."
        "Tate, am I going crazy?"
        "Amy, no. You are as sane as person could get."
        "So you're really here? I'm not hallucinating?" I cry 
        "I'm here Ames" He says as he wraps me up in a hug.
        "I love you." I say under my breath so he doesn't hear.
        "I love you too." He answers back

        I sigh as I look at my plate of burnt pasta -yes it is possible to burn pasta- my mom tragically made. I take my fork and swish it around the pasta.
        "Amy eat it." My mom says
        "I'm not hungry."
        "You're always not hungry"
        "I see you are catching on"
        "You need to eat something."
        "Fine." I say as I take my fork and stab about 5 pieces of pasta and put the horrendous food in my mouth and swallow. I push my plate forward and look up at her.
        "There. I ate. Can I go now?" 
        "We aren't done talking to you."
        "Amy, we are worried about you." My dad says as he barges into the conversation. 
        "Fine, I'll try to eat more." 
        "That's not what me meant Amy. Yes we are concerned about your eating-" My dad interrupts         her
        "But, that little incident you had yesterday?" 
        "I just read something and freaked out."
        "No Amy. You saw something. Your mind was making you see things." I look up at my mom 
        "We hired a psychiatrist to help you with your problems. I believe his name is Ben Harmon, plus         he comes to the house, we don't have to go anywhere."
        I look up at him and say "Problems, with an s." I get up and start to walk to my room.

        I grab my laptop and start to do more research. I pull up Google and search up 'Murder House' to see if I can find any information on the house and its ghost kidnapping, yet I can't find anything.

        "You really like searching up things." Tate says behind me.
        "Oh god Tate. You can't just creep up on people."
        "Why? Did I scare you?"
        "Not this question again."
        "Did I?"
        "No." I say and we both laugh.

        The next day is almost a hassle for a Saturday. Mom keeps yapping on how the psychiatrist isn't here, yet it is only 11 and he's suppose to get here at 12. I can only laugh at her yet when the door bell rings all that laughter slowly fades away.
        

I watch as she unlocks the door and lets the man in. She leads him into the living room where I am currently siting. She walks out and closes the door.

        "I don't need a psychiatrist. I'm not crazy."
        "That is what most of my patients say. But according to your parents, they have a different point of view."
        "Of course they do."
        "Now tell me why you are here."
        "I see dead people," I say as he looks at me weirdly, "according to my parents." 
        "How so?"
        "I read an article that my boy..friend, friend is dead, killed 17 people, and paralyzed the school librarian."
        "Okay."
        "I freaked out, cried, and so what."
        "I have a feeling that there is more than this."
        "I don't eat, I have an eating disorder."
        "There it is."

        When the talking is over and he leaves I walk back to my room and lay against my bed. I look up and before I know it, Tate is sitting right next to me. I smile when I see him. I lay my head against his shoulder and slowly close my eyes, and slowly breath in and out as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.