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JOANNA JUST KNOWS that something is wrong.
She can feel it in the way that Violet distances herself around her, as if there's something wrong with her. Maybe Joanna's growing increasingly paranoid or Violet didn't care about her anymore. If she had stopped feeling things for Joanna entirely. Ever since the night that she and Tate had been targeted by those kids, Violet was acting strange around her - withdrawing further away.
To make matters worse, Joanna kept on revisiting her death over and over again. Now that she was back to being alone, she couldn't stop thinking about it. The pain and sorrow that had overtaken her just before she had made the fatal decision of slitting her wrists. She regrets the decision every day. Or at least, she had. If she had remained alive, she wouldn't be stuck here in this house. But if she had remained alive, she wouldn't have ever met Violet.
But now, it seemed as though the only good thing in her life was taken from her for good.
The girl's currently on her own, sitting on the steps. She didn't even have it in her to draw anymore, her mind filled to the brim with thoughts about Violet. Countless drawings in her sketchbook all contained artwork with her face. Resting her head in her hands, she's too deep in her thoughts to even notice Tate now making his way towards her. Not until he's seated right next to her, nudging her gently with his elbow.
"What's wrong with you?" he asks, his tone slightly teasing. But there's also a semblance of concern that makes her glance up at him.
She shakes her head at him, not wanting to tell him the truth. He'd only find some way to use it against her. He frowns as he continues to look at her, however. "Come on, you can tell me. Ever since Violet came around, you hardly talk to me anymore."
