VIOLET
Oh my god what did I do? I gasp for air but I still can't seem to breathe. She can't die, not here. Her long hair falls over her face and her mouth makes an "o" shape.
"Look what the house made me do."
I grab her arms and drag her upstairs. The dirt stains her cotton pyjamas.
"Look what the house made me do."
I'm close now, so close to getting her body off this property. Dear God let her not die. Please let her not die here.
Out the door and onto the perfectly trimmed grass. We're almost off the property when I realize - I can't leave.
I use the last of my strength to lift her into my arms and throw her off the property.
Look what the house made me do
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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...
