I love Tate Langdon

The walk home

Oct.31.2009

"Nice to meet you tate... may seem weird but you've been more of a friend in these 2 minutes than my friends have been for three years"

He laughed "I could say the same"

No way I was falling for a stranger, I was vulnerable and look where that got me, I had to shake this "yeah well I have to get home its late and curfew hahah"

"oh I should walk you"

I should say no right? a stranger is volunteering to walk me to my house but what's the worse right? "yeah sure I'm just this way".

We headed in my direction and in the 10 seconds of scilence I searched my brain for conversation but then tate broke the quiet...

"You ever been to murder house on halloween?"

"no way I wouldn't go any other 364 days of the year either"

"dude we should totally go...I'll protect you from 'ghostssss" he dragged out and mocked the word ghosts like an adult teasing a toddler

"that place is terrifying I don't know"

"I'll hold your hand"

he said it all too serious like he wasn't teasing anymore.

"I haven't even walked on the same side of the sidewalk as that house"

"y/n..." he held my Hand and I didn't mind so I held his back "what's the worse that can happen"

          And before I knew it I stood infront of the murder house closer than I had ever been, the street silent but warmer now with Tate here. " okay now lets look for open windows"

"what we're going inside?" he walked ahead tugging my arm and pulling me with him. "this ones always broken I doubt they fixed it up now" he pulled the window open and gestured I go in first "are you sure?"

"yes hurry before someone sees "who would see there is no one out here?

I climb in the house was dark but I searched for light desperately in shock I was actually in murder house...with a stranger...dressed as Homer Simpson. Tate climbed in behind me and easily found a light. "you've been in here before?" I asked "yeah my friends and I used to...sneak in time to time .." "cool"...Its hard to relax all I want to do is run out of here and be home in my bed worrying about what im gonna say in school tommmorow  about what happened at the party.

"hey um you know im gonna admit I've seen you around...not in a weird way but I've seen you with those girls you say didn't give a crap" It was odd yes but I was too interested in what he had to say "yeah?"

"yeah and I could tell you didn't belong like in a good way...like one moment sticks out in my mind where a homeless man approached you guys and your friends kinda scoffed but you...you stopped and you gave him some money." 

"I remember that, a year ago on halloween when we went to the mall cause Cassies fishnets ripped"  

"I could tell how you weren't like them you were what was good about the world but how easy and soon they would currupt you" I brushed off what he said as a weird way of putting it.

"I see what you mean I guess, kind of happened to Chelsea, she used be so sweet now she's almost like a Cassie 2.0"

"yeah and I don't want that to happen to you" he stepped closer the setting and the mood made it all the more creepy "the world we live in is toxic and people, people like you and me don't deserve It" his voice grew passionate. "I love you" the room went black and cold and something sharp dug into my chest..a knife

"why" I whined. I could hear tate cry "I had to " "no NO NO HELP HEL-" his hand covers my mouth and life left me as I fell to the floor Tates cries Hummed me to sleep and my eyes closed. This was the worse that could happen.