This is my own selfwritten story, like, boom. Very excited. Please be polite, i'm not from england and i know my english isn't perfect. I'd be happy about reviews. :)

Silently the tiny figure of a boy with curly, blonde hair layed on the dirty, worn-out matress in the dark basement. absently he starred at this one picture of his girl like he did so often. His little violet. But she wasn't his girl. Not anymore. A sigh builded in his throat and before he could react he already let out this slightly mark of hidden feelings. There was not a single day, not even a single hour where he could get her off his psychotic mind. He was missing everything about her. How their bodys fit with each others so perfectly. Her soft, in a smile curved lips on his. Simply, even after 1 year without her, she was his everything.

Upstairs he heard some steps. Unexpectedly the basement door swung open, instantly tate heard steps, running fastly down, right in his direction. Nervously tate turned his head as he saw her. Her blonde hair was hanging in her face, covering her red cheeks. He didn't know if she blushed or was just red from running. He prefered the first option. Her beautiful, too big eyes were looking so helpless, just helpless, nothing else. Speechless he observed her movements closely, how she just stood there, starring right back. For some reason, it made him angry. But in the same moment he wanted to yell at her and let all his emotions out, she started talking. Her voice was angel-like. Softly, but still clear. A bit like a whisper, it was obviously that she was as nervous as he was. Enchanted from the sweet sound of her voice he stood there like in trance, not possible to speak, or just to listen. He just watched her lips moving.

"And, will you?"Violet said, starring aimless around in the dark room.

Tate cocked his head, feeling so lost. As he returned with her words into reality, rubbing his hand against his neck, all he could stutter was; "Could you, uhm, could you repeat that violet?" How old was he? He already killed 10 people, talking with a girl couldn't be that hard.

She raises her eyebrow, leading her sight to his blue eyes. They were unnormal blue, she thought. She couldn't hide that she was unhappy anymore. Not when she was next to him. To the one person that made her life just 1 year ago. She started again, repeating exactly what she just said.

" Your mother, constance, is freaking out in the garden. I really don't know why they all wanted me to bring you up to her, but honestly, i'm a bit worried. Could you .." She stopped for a moment, collecting her thoughts again. His blue eyes made her go insane. " Could you go upstairs, talking with her?"

Like in slow motion he started walking, Violet watched him closely, she kinda studied every move and every sound he made. Violet's face changed from worried, to angry, and then to just emotionless. This boy raped his mother. Wanted to kill her dad. How could she still have so deeply feelings for him. All the time, the whole year she felt like she lost a part of her heart. Why she felt so complete right now, next to a matherfucker?

She lifted her head as the sound of steps on an old, creaking wood plank came up. Suddently, the trance was back. She glanced into his eyes. it seemed like the world stopped, they only excist in a world full of violet and tate.

" You look beautiful, violet. "

And with this words he was gone, and a heart was melted.