Darkest Secrets // Tate and Violet

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Violets POV'

When I had woken up the next morning, i had gotten a text from Tate, asking if I wanted to walk with him to school.

I answer with 'yeah that will be fine, meet me at the corner of Wall Street' .

Then, I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself. I still had bruises, and a cut on my forehead from the previous day.

'You worthless piece of shit.'

'You can't even stand up for yourself'

'You little pussy'

'Everyone hates you'

'Tate doesn't even like you, he just feels bad'

The words wouldn't stop. The stupid insult, they wouldn't stop.

I covered my ears with my hands to try and make it go away. But it wouldn't help, because it was all in my head.

so that's when i grabbed my makeup bag out of the medicine cabinet mirror. I pulled out the pencil sharpener, took the blade out, and then set it on my skin, but I didn't put enough pressure to do any harm to my wrist yet.

'do it you deserve it' 

'do it you piece of shit'

'DO IT'      'dO iT'

and that's when i pushed the blade into my skin. Once it left a firm cut, i picked it up to start another, but knocking on the door interrupting me. The blade slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground causing a sound of metal and tile hitting.

"violet what was that?" my mom questioned while trying to open the door, but luckily, i locked it.

"Uh.. just my.. uh.. nail clippers?" i wondered out loud, and hopefully, she believed me.

"Well can i use the bathroom now?" she asked me, still wiggling the door knob.

"uh.. yeah just give me a second, i was just using the toilet. I quickly picked up the blade and wiped it off with a peice of toilet paper, and then i did the same to my wrist. I quickly flushed the blood filled toilet paper down the toilet, then as fast as a bunny could run, i put everything back in its place. 

Unlocking the door, i open it to see my impatient mother tapping her foot on the wooden floor. Pulling down my sleeves i walk past her as she walks into the bathroom, the both of us touching shoulders as we did so.

Well shit. That was close.

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Walking down the hard, cold sidewalk, there was a light breeze blowing through the air. It felt really relaxing, helping to soothe my bad mood. As i continued on my long walk down Vine street, i finally made it to the corner of Wall Street, where indeed, Tate was standing there waiting for me, but, he wasn't looking my way, so i went and jumped on him, which definitely scared the shit out of him.

We both started laughing, but then it began to die down. Tate wrapped his arm over my shoulder, then smiled down at me. He seemed like he was in a really good mood.. at least someone is on this fine October morning.

"Whats up with you." i smile up at him, poking his dimple, cause i mean, who wouldn't, its so god damn cute... CONTROL YOURSELF VIOLET.

"My moms going on vacation!" He shouts excitedly, letting go of me and dancing around like a crazy person. 

"Wow, you really love your mother." i joke pushing him, as we continued walking.

"I really don't." he says coldly, not directing the rudeness towards me, but more to his bitter mom.