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I was still laying in my bed, and I was starting to get hungry. I haven't left my room for 4 hours, just because I didn't want to run into Tate. I was extremely hungry so I just left my room and walked downstairs to the kitchen. As I went downstairs, Tate was in the kitchen making pancakes. Great.
I didn't say anything to him, but he was staring at me.
"What?" I said harshly as I reached for the box of cereal. Tate looked back down at his pancakes with a sad face. I felt so bad, I just wanted to give him a log hug. But I didn't. I poured the cereal into a bowl and put the milk inside. As I was walking back upstairs I heard Tate say something.
"I love you Y/N." He said.
I just ignored him and went back to my room. I later on my bed as I ate my cereal. The same bed Tate once slept in. On the same bed Tate and Violet probably did things in. In the same room Tate died in. If Tate is dead, is his mom dead to? What if she's being freaky with my father and they have ghost babies. Wouldn't she die like Violet's mother. I really needed to talk to Tate, and my father too. I know Tate's been through a lot, and I'm just shutting him out. Violet hasn't been appearing lately either. This is absolutely insane, what teenage girl has to go through something like this. A girl moves into a haunted murder house, falls in love with a dead mass murderer but only to stand in the middle of a twisted love triangle with a dead suicidal. My mom life is so screwed up I can't even put the words to it. It almost feels like nobody cares. My father spoken to me in weeks, possibly my entire new family is dead, and I live inside a haunted house. I know Tate cares about me, or at least I think he does. But it's not going to work out. That's the thing about love, no matter how hard you try to make it work, it will never work. I wanted to get away from all this madness and never have to come back to it. Of course I wasn't going to kill myself or anything like that, I just want to get away. Away from my 'family', and away from this house. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door, which was obviously Tate. I decided to stop ignoring him, it wasn't going to change the situation. Or my mind.
"Come in." I said as Tate walked inside my room.
"Hey how are you."
"I'm fine. How about you?"
"Um I okay I guess." Tate replied softly.
It feels like we're back to square one. Having awkward conversion with no eye contact.
"So what did you want?" I said looking at him.
"I wanted to see you." He said stating into my eyes.
"You sure it's me you're looking for or Violet?" I said annoyed.
"Y/N please stop. I lm trying to make it better."
"Put yourself in my shoes Tate! How would you feel if constantly told you I love you, but I was still in love with some other guy who loved me back!" I shouted losing my temper.
"I know Y/N but you know I'm not happy, you know that I'm trying."
"Well stop trying Tate! Just stop and completely forget everything! Forget that you love me, forget we kissed and forget we were friends! Let's just go back to the time when you were my weird awkward step brother!" I shouted at him and he looked at me with hurt eyes.
"Why are you doing this Y/N?"
"Why should I continue to try if I'm just gonna fail anyways? I'm not gonna waste my time waiting for something that's never going to happen. So please Tate just go. You know that I love you, and I know you love Violet. But it will never happen. So just give it s rest." I said as I was on the verge of tears.
Tate's eyes got glossy and his nose started to get pink. I got off my bed and walked over to Tate. I wrapped my arms around him and he instantly dose the same to me. I savored every moment of this, it was amazing. The feeling of his larger frame over mine, his scent, just his everything. A few tears slipped from my eyes but I just ignored it. I heard a small sob come from Tate's mouth, which made me want to cry more. I hugged him tighter and shoved my face into his chest. I pulled away and stood on my tippy toes Tate bent down as well until our lips connected. This sent that familiar spark through my body that missed so much. I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss and Tate put his arms around my waist. This wasn't a desperate horny kiss, it was bittersweet kiss. Like a kiss you'd give your husband as we went off to be apart of the military. This was our last kiss, and I wanted to be special, memorable. I pulled back and wiped the tears away from his eyes.
"Don't cry over me Tate." I said holding back more tears.
"Everyone cries when they lose something they love." Tate said looking at me.
I kissed Tate one last time and have him a tight hug.
"Tate, I know what you are, so I know I have the power over you-"
"Y/N please don't say it I'm begging you. I can deal with you hating me but please don't tell me to go away." Tate said crying like a little kid. The sight of him broke my heart.
"Tate I will never hate you. I just need you to get over me, don't feel anything for me. Stay away from me Tate. Please."
"Y/N but I love you."
"Tate stop! G-"
"No!"
"Go Away!" I said and Tate vanished.
I wiped away the tears on my cheeks but more tears formed.
That's when I finally made up what I was going to do. I'm going to run away.
I grabbed my book bag and poured all my school supplies into my bed. I started to stuff as much clothes as inside it as I could. I grabbed all the necessary toiletries out my bathroom and went into my dads room. He had his wallet and stuff with him so I started to go through his dresser. When I was going through his dresser, there was a picture all the way at the bottom. It was a picture of my mom, dad, and me. My parents were side by side with one arm around each other. And I sat in the middle of them. They wrapped their other arm around my shoulders, their fingers intertwined across my chest. My dad looked so happy, and so did my mother. I took the picture out of his drawer and put it inside my book bag. I was running out of space in my book bag so I went back to my room to go get another one. When I went into my room, I saw the last person I wanted to see.
"What part of go away do you not get?" I spit at Violet.
"Don't do it."
"What are you even talking about."
"Don't run away."
"Just leave me alone."
"You shouldn't run away from your problems."
"Says the girl who killed herself."
"Y/N I know you hate me. I've been a bitch, I've ruined everything. I thought about what you said and I am jealous that Tate has finally moved on and fell in love with you. But don't throw ur life away like this."
"Violet I appreciate you apologizing,
but you should really do yourself a favor and mind your own business sometimes. Less people will hate you." I said as I walked out the room and down to the kitchen. Thankfully Violet quit following me. I grab a bunch of non perishable food and put it in my other bag. Once I got all my stuff together, I went back into my room. There was a paper bag sitting on my bed with a note on it.
'Hopefully this will help. ~Violet.'
The paper said. I opened the bag and there were stacks of Money inside. I looked further inside and there must be over 300 dollars inside. I didn't know where she got the money from, but I didn't care. I sat on my bed and began to think about my actions.
Was I really gonna do this? Is this gonna help me at all? Is it really worth it?
I don't know why, but I picked a notebook of my floor and a pencil. I didn't want everyone to not know why I left, so I'm just going to write each person a letter. I grabbed the pen and started to write every word that came to my mind.
Constance,
I have never liked you. There isn't anything you did wrong, actually you've been a nice person to me. Except when you accused me of sleeping with Tate. Other than that you were a decent lady. But I disliked you because you were not my mother. It isn't your fault I left, but when you married my father, my whole world just completely changed. Please don't feel guilty, but you were apart of my decision to leave.
I folded the paper into a square and grabbed another sheet.
Dad,
Why do you hate me so much? I know I've been acting out lately but you know why. I can't control myself and this huge change has messed me up more than ever. I don't know why you tried to hit me, or why you've cut me out of your life. I love you dad, and I'm sorry if I haven't shown it. Somewhere we went wrong, and sadly we won't be able to make it right. I hope you enjoy your life with Constance and without me in it. I won't be apart f your life anymore, so that's one less you need to worry about. I'll always love you and mom, never forget that.
I wiped away some tears away from my face as I finished the letter. I folded it like I did to Constance's. Now here's just one letter I need to finish.
Tate,
When I first stayed in this house I thought we'd never get along. I hated you, Adelaide, and Constance. But as I got to know you, you were different. I enjoyed your company, I really liked you. You helped when I had a breakdown and I really appreciated that. I just wish you could be honest with me. I know everything, and I'm kinda upset about how I had to find out. I love you Tate. I haven't even known you for a whole year, but I'm not embarrassed to say I'm in love with you. I don't want to leave you, but it's for the better. I can't stand being here any longer. Nobody cares anymore, besides you. At least I think you care. But this house, it's just to much for me right now. I miss my old house, my family and my mother. I miss my old dad. Everything changed when we came into this house. I'll never forget about you Tate. There will never be a day you won't cross my mind. Hopefully you feel the same way about me but I'm sure you don't. If the pain becomes too unbearable for you, you'll always have Violet to help you cope.
I finished the letter and folded it with the rest. I was going to leave in the middle of the night, while everyone was sound asleep. I got my things ready and put everything under my bed. I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt tear drops falling on my hand. I wiped my tears away and decided to go to sleep. I set my alarm to 6:45, 15 minutes before dinner.
~6:45 pm~
I woke up to my alarm clock beeping so I turned it off. I went to the bathroom and took a hot shower. I brushed my teeth and got dressed and some jeans in a shirt. I finished just in times for Constance to knock on my door for dinner.
I went downstairs and sat in my usual spot. This dinner replicated our fist dinner as a family. We took 5 steps forward, 100 steps back. My father still sat next to me, but he refused to make eye contact. He hasn't uttered a single word to me for weeks.
If only he knew this was the last moment he'd spend with his daughter. Would he be silent then? Or would he grow some balls and own up to his mistakes. I kinda zoned out of everything and got lost in my own thoughts. Was I really going to do this? I have to do this, I have to get away from everything. Dinner finally finished and I went upstairs to my room. I laid down and waited for everyone one to fall asleep so I could leave.
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It was about 3:00 in the morning and the house was dead silent. Everyone was asleep, or being really good at pretending. I grabbed my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head so I could stay warm. I grabbed my bags and threw them over my shoulder. I walked to my room door and put my hand on the handle.
Am I really gonna do this? I have to.
I twisted the doorknob and walked quietly down the stairs. I made it to the front door and placed my hand on the knob.
"What are you doing." I heard someone say. I turned around and it was Tate.
"I just need some air." I said looking down.
"Why do you have those bags? Are you running away?"
"Just go back to sleep." I said as I reached for the knob again, but Tate grabbed my arm.
"Tate didn't I tell you to leave me alone!" I whisper shouted.
"Y/N why are you leaving me?" He asked hurt.
"It's not just you Tate. I'm leaving everyone, everything."
"You can't go Y/N. I won't let you."
"Oh yeah. Well you can't stop me." I said as I yanked my arm away from him I opened the door and ran outside. I ran towards the the sidewalk and I heard Tate's footstep following me. But they just stopped. I turned round and saw Tate with tears in his eyes. What the hell is going on? I looked at Tate shocked and shared he did the same to me.
"W-Why can't I leave? What did you do!" Tate shouted at me.
"I didn't do anything!" I shouted back
"Why can't I leave?" Tate ran out the door and towards me. But as he was a few inches away, he appeared right back on the lawn of the Murder House.
"Y/N please just come back." I was breathing heavily and holding back tears.
"Tate forget about me."
"Y/N please go back inside."
I started to walk away slowly, and Tate still stood on the front lawn crying.
"Y/N please! Please come back! I need you! I love you!" Tate shouted at me in between tears.
"If you love me let me go!" I shouted and I started to run away. I ran away from Tate, and ran away from my problems. I ran into the world, into the darkness.
The end!!!
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