Tate Langdon, a 17 year old teenage boy, moves into the 'murder house' with his mother constance after a horrific past. Tate, a weak, vulnerable human, being tortured by his past, enters the murder house on thin ice. The souls prey on people like ta...
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Three years later.
"Tate, the old folks home is calling!" Violet yelled. Tate had stopped visiting his mother in the first year she was there, since her health was getting worse and he didn't wanna be there to witness her downfall.
"Alright, thank you baby." Tate grabbed the phone from violet, then held it to his ear with his shoulder, with his other hand being occupied cutting lettuce.
"Is this Tate Langdon, son of constances langdon?" The woman on the phone asked.
"Yeah, this is he." Tate replied.
"Your mother, Constance is in the hospital. She's in critical condition Mr. Langdon." The woman said. Tate dropped the knife he was using to cut lettuce, and he stared off into the void of darkness in his mind.
"How long? Tate asked, getting straight to the point.
"I would say it's a miracle if she's makes it through the night." The woman replied.
"Oh."
"Visiting hours are open all day, and since she's in harsh condition you can stay with her until she.."
"Dies." Tate said. Tate hung up the call, wiping a few tears that came down.
"Tate, I'm so sorry." Violet brought him into a hug.
"It's okay, vi. We all go at some point." Tate laughed the pain off. Violet rested her forehead against his.
"You know, we could bring her here to die if that's what you want. She wouldn't have to be gone." Violet suggested. Tate kissed her forehead, and shook his head.
"If it was about what I wanted, I'd keep her around. But, she doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve to be here and regret what she didn't do in her time of living." Tate said.
"Maybe if she had a violet, I'd keep her around. She would need someone she loves to make hell, heaven. Like you do for me." Tate added. Violet blushed at his words.
"Alright, it was just an idea. Not all ideas work." Violet said back.
"You wanna go visit her, Tate?" Violet asked. Tate nodded, so violet grabbed the car keys from the counter. She trusted that Moira would hold the fort down while they left. Tate and Violet went to the hospital, they visited costance and told her about their love story, and how they were happy. They told her the truth about how they were both dead, that would've drove her insane but she was already about to die, so there was no point in hiding it anymore. Tate rubbed his mother's hand as she took her last breath, her final breath.
"I love you, mom." Tate said as the rapid beeping happened. Tate didn't need to cry, Violet was right there to comfort him when he needed it most. Tate always knew his mother wanted to be the shining star, the headliner. Even though she wasn't the best mother, he still wanted her to have what she never did. Fame. He wanted her buried under the Hollywood sign, so violet, and her mom helped with it. Speaking of viven, when she found out that violet got rid of Ben, she was sad but she eventually got over it. As for Jeffrey, it was Hayden's son, not hers. But, she still treated him like it and knew he needed a mother in this time being. She raised him like her own. Tate and Violet also could never have children, so they fostered many children so they could experience that part of life. They would have to say goodbye to them one day, but at least they'd take care of their future children and grandchildren. So, it took a lot of turns and cries to get here, to get to happiness—the end of the rainbow. But, it was worth it. Because violet didn't feel foolish anymore, she didn't regret killing her self. She was happy she did it, if she didn't she wouldn't have met the love of her life. Happiness forever.
