VIOLET
This is too much. Everyone is dying. I don't know if they'll come back. Probably not. I don't know if it's the house, if maybe he absorbed all the evil or if he was like this all along. I like to think it's the house.
There's gasoline in the shed. He's watching me. I don't know if I can get it. He notices my eyes darting around the room. "You can't leave me anymore Vi. I won't allow it." He leans in and kisses me. With one hand caressing my cheek he tells me everything will be alright. I resist the urge to spit.
"What about 'if you love something set it free?'" I say.
"You belong here Violet. You belong with me."
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I sit perched on the couch like a stranger in my own home. Don't go anywhere, he said. I have a surprise for you, he said. Now I'm alone. I'd run away but I'm terrified he'd find me. I don't know when he's coming back. There's gasoline in the shed. I have matches in my pocket (one of the pros of being a smoker: you're ready to commit arson at any time). I bolt outside, the cool night air whipping my hair around me. I shake the gas can. It's about three quarters full which should do the job.
I start in the basement; that's where all the evil is it seems. Then the main floor. I don't bother with the upstairs because I hear Tate coming. I hide the almost empty jerry can and regain my composure.
He holds out a bottle of pills. Sleeping pills. "It can be just like last time. I'll hold you in my arms. You'll die loved."
Oh fuck. Oh shit. I just got my life back and now he wants to end it?
"Tate.." I choke out. My heart is racing. My palms are sweaty. Everything reeks of gasoline and I want to puke.
"I know you're scared. But this way we can have our forever. We belong together. You know that," he pleads. I almost want to give in. I've been drawn to him since day 1. It seems right that we stay together. Yes, I think. I hold my hand out and he hands me the bottle. Yes. This feels right.
"But the others, they didn't come back," I say.
"It's okay. I'm in control now."
I swallow one, two, three, four. I almost gag on the last one and Tate goes to get me a glass of water. Everything around me sharpens when he leaves. No. This is wrong.
He comes back, a tall glass of water in his hand, a box of matches in mine. The match hits the floor.
My world goes up in flames.
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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...
