VIOLET
I feel myself slowly waking up. I feel the coolness from the ground seeping into my skin. My throat is sore from screaming and bass from upstairs shakes the ceiling. I bet no one even heard me.
Shakily, I stand up. All the blood rushes to my head and my vision blurs. Not that I could see much to begin with. I start forward with my hands in front of me. I know there's a door around here that leads outside and I know I need to find it or else something bad is going to happen to me.
"Fuck," I mutter. Here I am, back on the floor. I try to see what I tripped over but I can't make it out. On my hands and knees I crawl over. In the darkness it just looks like a heap of clothes. I reach my hand out. What I feel is not clothes. I look closer and I see there is a shape here. A human shape.
I stumble back clapping a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming because right in front of me the thing I tripped over isn't a thing it's a person a dead person a dead person right in front of me. And I look again and now I can see hair long hair long hair and pale skin and she -it's a she- she's young and the only person in the house that I know of who fits that description is Laurel and she's been gone all day and I thought she was mad but this whole time she was dead!
Oh Jesus Jesus holy fucking Jesus get me out of here. I scramble to where I think the door is and the lights flicker on. I jump because I'm not the one who turned them on.
I throw the door open and I can see the sky. The stars are washed out by the street lights and the moon is out. Happy kids are screaming for candy. It's so bright. This would be a nice last thing to see. I'm almost out, I'm almost safe but something grabs my ankle and starts pulling me back. I've never been so afraid for my life before. I kick and hang onto the ground. My foot connects with something solid and I'm released. I run, never looking back, even when I hear a very familiar voice calling my name.
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Violate
FanfictionTate did terrible things to many people, including Violet and her family. The thing is, he never wanted to do any of those things. It was the house that drove him mad. Now he is worried that the same thing is happening to Violet. He tries to be her...
