TAINTED || Tate Langdon

"Some of them beg for their life. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live in. A filthy goddamn helpless world. And honestly, I feel like I'm helping to take them away from the shit, and the piss, and the vomit that run on the streets. I'm helping to take them somewhere clean, and kind."
Tate's quiet voice was sharp and filled with anger, each word leaving his mouth like knives cutting through the silence. No one dared to speak. Most of them were scared of him anyway. But Ophelia Gilmore watched from her chair with curiosity.

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Ophelia wasn't exactly fond of Tate. She was his neighbor, his classmate, they even went to therapy together. Still, she wanted nothing to do with him. He was weird, creepy, and dark. But for some reason, Tate wanted something to do with Ophelia.

He would not leave her alone until he got what he wanted:

Her.

Warnings || self harm, addiction, graphic violence, depictions of mental illness, strong language, and a depiction of a toxic relationship.

This fanfic is focused on Tate Langdon before his death, set in 1993.