VIOLET
I want to do everything I missed out on since I've been dead. Obviously, I can't do some things, like graduate high school, move, have children - not that I really want the latter. It would just be nice to have the option. But I guess I'll just have to settle for having a "night out" with Tate at McDonald's. God, it's been so long since I've eaten anything. The thought of over-salted fries makes me weak in the knees.
Surprisingly, there is another couple at McDicks, but this pales in comparison to all the other surprises this morning. I grab a table while Tate orders, and the thought of payment flutters across my mind. I hope that Tate won't do something stupid, like kill the poor woman working, but somehow he has the money.
We eat in silence. I can see a look of wistful longing in Tate's eyes. It's really not his fault, just like it's not my fault. Or so I keep telling myself. To prevent myself from crying at the table, I make a mental list of everything I want to do:
1. Swing on the swings at the park like I used to when I was little
2. Go see a movie at the theatre
3. Buy a pack of cigarettes (Constance hardly ever gets me any)
4. Buy a halloween costume for the party
5. Destroy the Murder House
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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...
