Tate was looking through the window. The house has been empty. Thoughts about the past were invading his mind and making him feel hurt. The voice of his past was now calling his name but nothing about it interested Tate anymore. Not even the chance he had to see the light of the sun. Everything went down when Violet sent him away. The meaning of him being on earth, of this house and the trap that kept him captive here. Everything was nothing.
Tate looked around when the door behind him opened. It was Violet, the only light of his eyes. The only one he loved with his life, if he could call what he had a life. He gulped and stayed there waiting for her to say something. She looked so fragile and broken. All Tate wanted was to hug her tight, never letting her go. “Violet?” he asked when she said nothing, when she did nothing but to stare at him with watery eyes. “Is everything Okay?” he asked worried now. His voice was full of worry, he wanted to know what was happening.
Violet couldn’t help but be pulled towards that certain room. It was the room she knew Tate would most likely be in. She wasn’t sure why she was moving towards it — but at the same time, she did. She still loved Tate, she wouldn’t deny it, but she had originally sent him away after finding out about his horrific deeds. It seemed as though a mysterious force was now controlling Violet as she didn’t hesitate to pull open the door.
Stepping inside, her daze continued as she just stared at the dirty blonde haired boy who stood across the room, watching her too. Tate’s voice broke her out of the reverie suddenly, pulling her back into the reality of where she was — who she was in a room with. The dreaded Murder House, of all places. Violet quickly slapped a hand to her face as she realised her eyes felt watery. It had been one of those days, where she felt hopelessly lost in the void of darkness. ”I—” she whispered, cutting herself off. Violet had banished him after all, hadn’t she? Was she really ready to forgive him, or even be near him? Much less talk to him?
”Fine,” she muttered, taking a small step back as she warily kept her eyes on him.
Leila jumped up onto the railing of the gazebo on one of its sides, sitting down and shutting her eyes. She shook her head at the voice. “You don’t say?” Leila shot back darkly, sarcastically. She really needed to tone down with her attitude, honestly. She didn’t mean for her to come out as a sarcastic bitch. Sometimes sassy, but oh well, but especially right now, Leila was just upset so whatever came out of her mouth probably sounded kind of rude. “Sorry.” She said, opening her eyes and looking around. The voice, she recognized, belonged to Violet Harmon. She’d seen her when she was alive, heard her talk and all, but where was she? Under the gazebo? Hiding? Leila sighed again. “I know I’ve been a bad girl.”
”Don’t apologize. I don’t see any reason to,” Violet shrugged, ignoring the sarcasm that easily filtered through the girls voice. Her hand moved promptly, shaking the still lit cigarette. She watched the orange flame flicker, burning through the flimsy paper. Violet brought it to her lips once more, breathing in and pressing her lips into a heavy line.
Instead of coughing out the smoke, she exhaled and shook her head once the grey had disappeared. ”Why did you do that?” Violet asked, her tone was slightly curious but also wary; she didn’t understand why Leila had killed the kid. She didn’t exactly expect the girl to jump her right then and there— like Loretta would have if it was a stranger. That’s what they were — strangers — Leila and Violet; just having a conversation.
“Sorry..” She said, putting her hands back at her side. She smiled at her, twiddling her thumbs.
“That’s true..” She said with a laugh. “I’ve tried hating people, but it’s just not my thing. I like to be nice,” She said with a shrug.
Violet resisted the sudden urge to roll her eyes — when you wanted to hate someone, it was usually bound to happen one way or another. She sighed, staring out over the road and casting her eyes over the dancing moonlight. It filtered through the streets and past them, settling over each house or object. Her lips pressed into a line; it wasn’t tight or annoyed, just.. neutral.
”Nice.. people step all over you then. Sometimes it’s good to stamp your foot and demand something in return.” Violet removed her hands from her lap, and stood up slowly. She could feel a small wave of dizziness wash over her — but it was gone as quickly as it had come. Her vision wavered before looking down at Jasmine, her eyes were filled with a certain emotion — one she couldn’t even place.
Violet shrugged once more. ”Want to do something? It’s boring as shit sitting on the sidewalk, looking like hobo’s. I still have.. time..”
Violet had been wandering the house — going no where specific but subconsciously knowing that she was avoiding the others. One thing crossed her mind, though; what Loretta had wanted help with originally.
Her slow steps turned into fast paced-strides, moving her into the paleness that was the kitchen of the Murder House. It was large — well, larger than the ones she remembered hiding in as a child. Her blonde locks fluttering around her face as she dodged her dad, ducking underneath his legs and crawling away.
Violet shook her head, but a small smile remained. She pushed past the distant memory, not needing the emotional crisis right then. Before she had realised, her feet had brought her closer towards the counter. The blonde had pulled out one of the chairs, taking a seat as she eyed the room; mentally visualizing the contents of each cupboard, fridge or pantry. To herself, her voice wasn’t its usual sound:
Leila’s afterlife was quite silent. She sometimes felt like… the murder house was like a school. You screw up one time and everyone’s talking. She hated it so much, and she’d lost Tyler as a… whatever, an acquaintance. She wasn’t even invited to the wedding anymore. God fucking damn it. She’d shocked Jezleen after her just being the kindest of people to her… and she just couldn’t imagine how she felt… what if she felt as if she had had a part in it? No way. This was all Leila. She’d take the blame for her stupid actions any day. Leila hated this so much. She just wished this was as easy as pressing Command Z—do over, undo, go back, erase. You can’t change the past, though. It’s way too late. She shut her eyes as she walked outside of the house and stood on the gazebo. This gut wrenching feeling inside of her wasn’t going away. She just hated it.
Violet sat unseen under the gazebo, a scruffy cigarette hanging out of her mouth. The smoke was blown outwards in a grey puff as she watched it in an uninterested fashion. She’d noticed Leila stalking into the yard; obviously upset as she made her way to the top of the gazebo. Violet remained amused — of course no one deserved to die in the house, but you didn’t just follow a ghost home.
As the smoke drifted upwards, she almost evaporated from the air herself — appearing beside the blonde on the roof. Violet smirked through the still visible-but-small smoke cloud, taking the cancer stick between two fingers. Her wild gaze drifted to the side:
”Leila Brookes, you naughty girl.”
Jasmine smiled, sitting down next to her. “Well, it’s mainly my parents. They don’t understand that how they treat me makes me the way I am, and it’s so annoying staying home all the time, but I can’t go back to school because everyone always makes fun of me and makes my life worse.” She sighed, it all sounded so stupid when she said it out loud.
Jasmine listened to what Violet had said, “Aw, that really sucks.” She said frowning. She put her arm around her, hoping that this was a time where a simple hug might make Violet feel even a little bit better.
”Thanks, I guess-” she shook her head, stiffening at the gesture. It was nice; friendly — but not her thing. ”-I’m just not into the whole hugging stuff.”
Violet sighed. ”Parents will forever be parents — no matter how shit. I don’t think they’ll ever see reason.” A shrug run over her shoulders, accompanied by a smirk. ”That’s why it’s easier to hate everyone. You should try it out sometime.”
Wait, what happened D:
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