I woke up in a surprisingly good mood as I knew today I would be meeting Tate. I sprung up from my bed and smiled as I walked over to my closet to pick out some clothes. Usually, i just throw anything on, but today I was actually making an effort. I decided on an outfit after a few long minutes of thinking and threw it on.

I prance downstairs and practically inhale my breakfast, then I get some money, brush my teeth and run out of the house. I smile as I walk happily to the place we arrange to meet. I'm a little late, so I'm hoping he's already there.

As I near the café we decided to meet at, I see him. He's wearing a stripy jumper and is looking around like he's lost. His eyes eventually land on me and he smiles widely and waves. I laugh and wave back at him as I walk over to him. His smile seems to grow wider as I get closer to him.

"Hi, Tate," I say smiling as I stand in front of him.

"Hey," he smiles.

"So, what are we doing today?" I ask him as we walk away from the café.

He shrugs, "Whatever you want."

"This is your day too," I say.

"True is, I've never really done this before," Tate says nervously.

"Don't worry, I haven't either," I say, "I've watched a few movies with dates in them but I'm not sure what to do."

"This is a date?" Tate asks, seeming hopeful.

"Oh, did I say date? Sorry, I meant hangout," I say.

"Oh, okay," He frowns slightly.

"Do you want it to be a date?" I ask as I notice his frown.

He shrugs, "I don't mind."

There where a few more minutes of silence, but this time it was rather awkward. I felt bad for my poor social skills and didn't want to offend Tate, so I decided to apologise.

"I'm sorry, I'm not really good at the whole friends thing..." I begin, "But I'm trying."

"I know," he nods, "me too."

There are another few minutes of silence.

"You look pretty today..." Tate says in a loud whisper.

My cheeks flush red and I smile goofily to myself, "Really?"

He nods shyly.

"Thank you," I say.

"So what do you want to do today?" Tate asks.

I sigh and begin to think of where we could go, "Ice skating?"

Tate nods, "Sounds good."

-

"Shit!" I cry as I cling to Tate as I almost fall over.

We've been skating for around ten minutes, and it takes me at least twenty to get used to the slippery ice beneath the medal blades that are somehow keeping me upright and balanced. Tate laughs and helps me stand ups right as we shakily make out way across the ice, Tate's arm wrapped firmly around me.

"I've got you," he smiles and moves across the ice with me as our movements get smoother.

"This is so cliché but I guess I like it," I laugh.

Tate smiles, "I don't really do cliché much, this is the exception."

I smile and stand upright and take his hand as we glide across the ice, using each other for balance if we need it. We talk about the most random things and keep each other smiling and we eventually get bored of the ice rink and move on.

-

"The arcade is probably in my top five favourite places," I laugh as I continue to pump quarters into a Pac-Man machine.

I could see Tate watching me from the corner of my eye. His face showed a certain expression of fondness and happiness as he silently watched me, but not in a creepy way, in a type of admiration way. He destructed me from my game and the little yellow circle died, I flushed red and turned to him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask him, suddenly feeling impulsive.

Tate smiles, "because you're so pretty."

I shake my head and look down at the floor, "no," I whisper, "I'm not."

"Yes you are, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he says as he places his hand under my chin and tilts my head up.

I smile at him and blush, "you really think so?"

"I know so," he replies.

He then drops his hand from my face and downwards then takes my hand in his. He smiles shyly as our fingers interlock and he playfully swings our arms. We stand in the arcade like that for a while.

-

Tate

The mess of voices returns to my head as I step through the doors into my house. I don't even bother greeting my family, I know it'll end in a fight, so I quietly walk upstairs to my room.

I try think of Sarah, she makes me feel better, she makes the voices go away. I try to think of the day we spent together, but the evil in the house overpowers my happiness and I'm stuck. The voices pulse through my brain and take over my body, making me want to do things; crazy things.

"Thin of Sarah," I whisper to myself.

I try picture her face in my mind and her every detail. The way her lips curve and how her eyes smile with her mouth. I try picture her smiling, so it'll make me smile, but instead her fave is taken over by darkness.

I scream out in frustration, "Think about Sarah! Think about Sarah! Think about Sarah!"

I hit myself in my head repeatedly as I try to get her image into my mind, but darkness still takes over her face. I scream and hit myself, the voices continuing in a crescendo that slowly drives me insane. I suddenly collapse onto my bed and see nothing but darkness.