𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜)

Acceptance

violet woke up, in tate's room. she blinked a few times, regaining her vision. She sat up, looking around the room. She didn't even know what day it was, or what exactly happened. It could've been a trick, or it could've been real. She remembered how tate killed himself, and how he probably hated her. She thought of tate, hoping he'd show up just like she did when he thought of her. He did.

"How the tables have turned." Tate said. Violet felt so good to see him, felt good to even think of him.

"Tate!" Violet beamed. Violet hugged him, he slowly hugged back.

"Vi, do you remember last night?" Tate asked. Violet nodded.

"You hurt yourself." Violet replied. She traced her finger over this neck, no slit mark. Therefore, he really was dead. Tears ran down her face, even though she tried to contain her emotions.

"How could you do this, tate?!" Violet yelled. Tate got closer to her, trying to calm her down.

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING FOR YOURSELF!" She yelled.

"Violet, I'm sorry." Tate said.

"YOU LISTENED TO THEM! YOUR SO FUCKING STUPID TATE." Violet cried through her yells. Through her pain. Tates face got red, he tried to stop the tears from coming.

"I'm sorry. You were right. You always were." Tate said. Violet sat on his bed, and closed her eyes.

"What did you think, Tate." Violet asked. She reopened her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Tate asked. Violet could barley even speak words.

"D-did you think we were gonna be together forever, tate,?"

"NO." violet screamed. Tate jumped back a bit, shook from how loud violet had gotten.

"You said you'd never leave me, Violet..you said we were gonna be together forever." Tate said. Tears streamed down his face rapidly.

"You were supposed to go to college, get a great job, you were supposed to fall in love. You were supposed to get married, and have kids. You were supposed to bring your kids over for me to babysit. You were supposed to grow old, and die with your wife, and me to take care of your kids when your gone. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO LIVE A GREAT LIFE TATE." Violet said through tears. Tate began quietly sobbing, turning his back to violet so she wouldn't see him cry. Violet could hear him sniffling, she sighed.

"I'm sorry for yelling, it's not your fault. It's the house. The curse. This hell." Violet said. Tate wiped his eyes, and slowly turned to her.

"I never wanted that life, Violet." Tate replied. Tate went over to his dresser drawer, and grabbed a piece of paper out.

"The person I wanted to fall in love and have a wife with.." Tate handed violet the piece of paper. Not just any paper, a drawing Tate drew for her.

"Was you." Tate said. Violet felt more tears slip past her eyelids. Tate grabbed her hands in his.

"If it makes you feel any better, I could've never had that life vi. I shot up a school, and i was sent to an asylum for a year. I'm sure that would look good on a college essay." Tate laughed when he said the last bit of the sentence. Violet giggled, and looked up at Tate.

"I guess you're right." Violet replied. Tate leaned down a tiny bit and kissed her forehead.

"We are gonna be happy forever, and we're gonna watch this world grow, and eventually end." Tate said happily. Violets stomach sunk to the thought of the world ending.

"What happens when it ends?" Violet asked. Tate cupped her face.

"We get released, and we go to heaven. Not even the walls of this house can stop us." Tate replied. Tate planted a soft kiss on her lips. Their lips backed away from eachother a second later.

"Oh, and not to ruin the mood or anything.."

"But, when I died violet..I saw my life flash before my eyes. I know it sounds cliche, because everyone says that in a joking way, but I truly did. When my soul left my body, I immediately thought of you and I wanted to comfort you. I hated seeing you so sad, so hurt. When I touched your arm, I saw something violet. It's like I was given a power, to see others secrets. When I touched you, I saw you from last year. When my mom lived here alone." Tate said. Before violet could speak, tate interrupted her.

"So, any secrets that you've been hiding from me, it would be best to tell me now. Because, I will see them. It's not a threat, I can't control what I see when I touch you. Or anyone else. Or even an object." Tate said. Violet took that information in, and nodded.

"Did your mom find your body?" Violet asked.

"No, after i put you in here, I locked her in her room." Tate replied. Violet made a "omg" face.

"Tate, you can't just do that!" Violet said, and then got up.

"Let's go break the news, shall we?" Violet giggled. Tate rolled his eyes and followed violet to constances room.

"Mom?" Tate asked out. He grabbed a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He slowly opened it, and he saw his mother rocking back and forth on the bed.

"God.." violet said to herself. Tate threw the key onto the bed, and sat down on the end of the bed. His weight shifted against the mattress, making constance notice he was there.

"Mom." Tate called out. She slowly turned to him, her face red from crying.

"Mom, everything is gonna be okay." Tate said. He put his hand on her arm and moved his thumb across it.

"I'm gonna send you to an old folks retirement home, and your gonna be happy there, I promise." Tate added. Violet tried something she never tried before, talking through the mind.

"She's barely seventy." Violet thought. But she spoke to tate through it.

"I know, but she's unstable." Tate thought back. Tate lifted up his hand, and exited the room.