Warning this chapter will have some scenes that might be triggering so if you feel uncomfortable I will give you a warning before i move on. 

Violet’s POV

I woke up to my iPod going off on my dock. It was playing Mama by My Chemical Romance and it reminded me of my shitty family.  My mom is all but gone. My dad is a cheater and has had many affairs. My mom also walked in when he was banging a 21 year old student of his, but after all that she is still with him and now has 3 kids including me. But only 2 of them are my dad’s. We moved to LA years ago. One day my mom and dad had, then that night a guy dressed in a head to toe black latex suit, came in and raped her. She then got pregnant with twins, but they had different fathers.

The creepy thing about where we live is that it’s haunted. From all of the people that died in this house live with the humans. They are in-between worlds. They are neither dead nor alive. My mother died of childbirth when I was 16. We only lived in the house for a year. After she died my dad committed suicide. My dad was a therapist and he had a patient. He was 17, with golden hair and dark eyes. He was soo sweet and caring. We fell in love but then all of the shit came out. His name is Tate Langdon.

He is also dead. He was born in 1977 but then died in 1994. His family was also a piece of shit. His mom was an alcoholic and his dad was a walk out. He had a brother and a sister. They are also dead. One day he went to his mother’s boyfriend’s office and set him on fire. Then went to school, and shot and killed 15 students that were innocent. The police came into his room later on, with SWAT there and shot him 17 times. His body fell to the ground bloody and limp. And now its 2014 and he is still alive and walking around this house. Now let me tell you my story.

          My name is Violet Harmon. I am fighting depression and I cut myself on a daily basis. I am also a spirit stuck in this hell hole of a house. I met Tate after he first met my dad. He walked in on me cutting and gave me advice on killing myself. We started talking then we started going out. At the time I didn’t know he was a murder and crazy. I then found out about his mother and then soon how he died and killed others. I walked into my room one night and saw on the chalk board 3 words that can only be from him. I love you. I fell so deep that night. I took the sleeping pills I got from a friend and took the whole bottle. I died thinking of him. I then was pulled out of that and was in a bath tub, with it running and him making me choke up the pills. I threw up some then cried into his chest. The thing I didn’t know was that I did commit suicide. I found out days later and saw my dead body getting eaten by flies. I then found out that he raped my mom, and that he has one of my brothers as a son. I told him to go away and now 3 years later I haven’t seen him since.

I got out of my bed and walked into the bathroom. I had gotten a change of clothes that was a black Nirvana tee-shirt and some of Tate’s boxers. I sleep in them when I’m very sad, it calms me down. I took off my blue sweatshirt and then took of my blue shorts and hopped into the shower. I let the hot water burn my skin, and then started washing my hair. I washed my body and stopped at my arms. I looked at all of the scars on them, old and new, white and red. I turned the shower off and stepped out. I brushed my teeth then brushed through my wet blond hair. I then got changed into the clothes I brought with me. I put some lip balm on then left. Not bothering with makeup anymore, because I will just cry it all off. And I also can’t leave this house and there is only one person that I would want to show myself off to and it would only be my tears and scars.

I walked out of the bathroom and went back into my bedroom. I was sitting on my bed listening to Pierce the Veil and thinking What if I asked Tate to come back to me? I sat there thinking till Caraphernelia came on. I started screaming the lyrics but then stopped because I was crying so hard. This song reminds me so much of me and Tate’s relationship. I fall asleep to the sound of Vic singing and the sounds of my sobs racking my body.

I wake up to someone holding my head in their lap. They are muttering sweet words into my ear. I know the voice but I don’t want to get up or fight him away. I close my eyes and pretend that I’m sleeping till he leaves the room. Once it’s clear I get off of my bed and grab my phone and the small little box that I hid under my mattress. I run to the bathroom and lock the door. I start the shower and strip my clothes again.

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I sit in the tub only in bra and panties. I grab the small box and grab my old friend. My blades. I start the music on my phone and drag my friend across my scared wrists. I think of his warm breath tickling my neck. His words that he says to me. I promised him I would stop but the past 3 years have been pain. I drag it along my wrist 20 times and on my thigh 10 before blacking out with the cold water hitting my damaged body, taking away the blood and pain.