The Sister {violate}

C2: Marcys Sale

I extremely hope I captured Tates personality well.

I was laying in the master bedroom as I heard the front door open. Looking out the window I saw it was Marcy, the realtor, a girl, couldn't be much older then myself if I was alive, and a little tot girl.
I decided I'd snoop, so, I went down stairs and went on the tour with them. Violet appeared next to me and smiled lightly.
"This is your chance." Her fingers brushed mine. "She kinda looks like you."
"Ya think so?" I chuckled. "All my siblings are dead."
"Constance told me you had a twin. That she disappeared when she was two."
"Is this house haunted?" The girl asked. "I won't live here if it's not."
"Well, by full disclosure I'm supposed to tell you about the deaths that happened here in the past three years. A family of three lived here a little over two years ago. The mother died in child birth, the dad thing himself. And there daughter disappeared." Marcy stared off. She always seemed so uncomfortable talking about us. It was kinda funny.
"What about the Langdons? Didn't two of the boys from the Langdon family die here. Beauregard and Tate?" She looked at Marcy accusing me.
"Well, yes. Tate Langdon was the boy that shot up Westfield high. And Beauregard was the deformed one right? I was told he died of natural causes."
Violet gave me a look.
"Where do I sign? I'll take it." The girl said and her daughter giggled.
"Let me get the paper work from the car Taylor. I'll be right back." Marcy practically skipped away.
"I gotta go." I said and vanished. I didn't go far though. I sat at a distance so I could hear her. Is it even possible. I didn't even know I had another sister.
"Hey." The little girl wandered towards me. I could swear she was looking right at me. "Who are you?"
Shit. She was. And she could see me. "Uh... I'm Tate."
"I'm Caroline." She giggled "and I'm three years old!"
"Caroline, come pick your room.!" The girl, Taylor hollered.
"Coming mommy!!!!!"
"Don't tell her you saw me ok?" I said.
"Okay! Bye Tate!" She ran back to the kitchen.
My head swirled with thoughts. What if I really did have a sister. If I were alive I'd be 29 years old in a month. That looks to be about how old this Taylor girl is. I suppose, if her birthday falls on the month and day of mine, then I'll believe it. Why did my cocksucker of a mother tell Violet though? She should've told me a long time ago. I wish I slaughtered the bitch when I had the chance.

"Hey." Violet said. I jumped from my spot on the small twin matress in the attic. "Did I scare you."
"No you know better, you just pulled me from my thoughts that's all." I glanced at her as I sat back down. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I wish I could just start over and never ever hurt Violets family. I felt my eyes water up and watched two years hit the floor.
"I'm sorry Tate." Violet sat down next to me. "I shouldn't have told you."
"No, it's not that." The tears came faster now. "I made such a monster out of myself. I never should've hurt you like that."
"Oh." I felt her arms wrap around me. "I want to forgive you. I just need to know you've changed."