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i sat on tate's bed and listened to his arguments among his family. that ungrateful little asshole is never going to give it up... i don't know how many times i have told him how blessed he was to have people surround him and still care for him after all he says and does to them. his bedroom door opened and i made it so he couldn't see me.
one of my biggest fears through life was ghosts. well now i can't say it's one of my fears anymore since i am one. this house... he was right. he's always been right. even after i saw that girl in the bathroom and after nora talked to me, i couldn't believe it. now i spend my day talking to them.
tate hummed and sat on his bed, his body rocking back and forth. he stayed up all night and when his alarm went off he became almost emotionless. he was like the person when he yelled at me that one night. i watched him reach down into his drawer and pull out a bag of some white rock. when he poured it out i couldn't believe it. i wanted to stop him from doing it but nora said i shouldn't let him know i'm here yet. she said i could make him do things. unspeakable things.
tate reaches into his closet and pulled on a black pair of jeans and a black zip up hoodie. i watched as his hand slowly reached into the closet again, and out his hand came with the long jacket i got him for christmas. i watched his eyes brim with tears and a singular one fell free. i couldn't watch him suffer. it was worse than i thought.
his body got on the ground and he pulled things out from under his bed, two shotguns, a pistol, and ammo. i couldn't believe it. was me standing here and saying nothing helping him continue in what he was about to do. i could stop this. i could make him stop... but i didn't. he loaded the guns and i just continued to watch from the corner of his room.
the way he just sat there and stared at his wall was so concerning. what did he plan on doing? shooting the school up? he hated school but liked some of the people there... he wouldn't. would he? tate stood up and walked over to his door, a grim look upon his pallid face. "just another hour... i'll be with you soon, adeline." i stood in shock as i watched him walk down the street and away from this house. i was stuck here but i had this urge to stop him, but my time to do that was over.
"what have i done..." nora sat beside me on tate's bed and placed her hand on my shoulder. she sighed and looked straight in front of herself.
"don't cry my darling. you're far too pretty to be so sad." she wiped away my tears with the tissue she had already in her hands. she left me alone and i sat here, endlessly. it felt like an eternity i just waited here and thought that i could've done something to stop him. it wasn't like i was oblivious to what he was doing, i knew and... i just sat there and watched him.
tate bursted through his bedroom door, blood splattered on his black clothing and along his face. he sat on his bed and stuffed a pistol under his pillow. i stood in front of him and inspected his lifeless eyes. they twitched sometimes and i felt like he could see me. constance began to scream as boots stomped through her house and up her stairs until they busted tate's bedroom door open.
he stood from his bed and raised his hands to show mercy as the men aimed their guns at him. i watched as his hand raised to his head, fingers raised in the shape of a gun. i screamed and shouted at him but he couldn't hear me and my presence couldn't be seen by anyone.
tate reached for the pistol under his pillow but before he could raise it to his head the SWAT shot him multiple times in the chest. constance wailed out in the hall but silenced once she heard the shots. i ran with all possible haste over to him and held him in my arms as blood poured out from the bullet wounds in his torso and chest. "why'd you do it?" a SWAT member asked and leaned over tate as he bled out.
my trembling hand reached up and slapped the man. he stumbled back and shook his head with disbelief. tate looked up to me as he slowly passed away. i knew he could see me. "shh, just relax." i rubbed his head as he faded away.
the SWAT left the room and constance was pulled out of the house. a hand placed on my shoulder and when i turned around i saw him. "tate," i cried and stood to somewhat meet his height. i hugged him like i was going to die again and be separated by him.
"your oxygen-"
"i don't need it anymore." i kissed his lips but they were cold. "you're cold."
"so are you." his eyes trailed down my body and admired my new dress. it was a lovely black with noodle string straps. it reminded me a lot of the dress i wore on christmas. "you watched me... this morning?" i nodded and rested my head on his chest.
"what did you do, tate... you have to tell me." his hand lifted my chin and forced me to stare into his eyes. "tell me what you did."
"i-i... i didn't think i would ever see you again."
"bullshit. you knew this house was filled with some voodoo shit. you knew you'd see me again. you even said it before you left. now tell me, what did you do?" he wiped away the tears i created and kissed my cheek.
"i'm so sorry," he wept and fell onto his bed. "i'm so sorry, please forgive me."
"what did you do?" he neglected answering me and just hung his head as his tears fell onto the floor. i kneeled onto the ground and held his face in my hands. "tate, i will never be afraid of you. i will never not love you. just please... tell me what you did."
"i don't remember... i don't." his voice was broken and i knew it hurt him to think about what he had done. when i first died i didn't remember who i was or why tate was holding me. it would come to him at some point, or maybe he wouldn't until somebody reminded him.
"you killed people, tate. i don't know who, but you killed people." he shook his head and pushed me away. "tate-"
"no, no. why would i do that? why would i do that?" he sobbed and fell onto his bed, cradling his pillow. i stayed sitting on the floor and looked to his hopeless face as his tears sank into his pillowcase.
"please don't push me away." i stayed sitting on the floor, tracing my fingers in the wooden flooring. "i still love you. no matter what you do i'll always love you." his arms reached out to me and gestured for me to come closer.
he pulled me onto his bed and cuddled me. together we laid here in our dying room, holding each other like we did in our last moments.
