"Violet, please, if you'll just listen!"

"No, Tate! I'm tired of you constantly trying to make up for what you did! I will never forgive you!"

Tate fell to his knees, "Please, Violet. You can't leave me like this!"

"Tate," Violet sighed, walking to the front door, "My dad and I are going to see the new house. We are going to like it, buy it, and move in within the next month. Deal with it."

Tate cried as she closed the door, joining her father in the car. He sobbed when he heard the car pull out of the drive way and down the street. She was leaving him, and he wasn't sure he could handle it.

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Violet was silent as her and Ben drove down the highway to a home they were looking to buy. Both agreed to get the hell out of the Murder House and start anew. The radio was playing happy music and the farther they got away from their problems the better they felt.

"So, you excited?" Ben smiled, stopping at a stop light.

"Yeah," Violet sighed, "just nervous."

"About what?"

"It's a big deal to be leaving a place like that. It hurt us so much."

"I know, Vi, but we have to get out of there. It's the best thing for us."

"I know." Violet nodded.

Ben smiled, pushing on the gas when the light turned green. Violet stared at him, seeing that it was going to be just him and her from now on. It scared her to think he was all she had.

His face was the last thing she saw and as an oncoming car hit her side door and knocked her unconscious.

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"Violet. Violet. Violet." She heard, "Violet can you hear me?"

Her eyes fluttered open to show her a white ceiling and bright lights around her. She saw her dad and a doctor looking down at her. She couldn't remember anything. She wasn't sure where she was. She was scared and started crying.

"Dad!" she sobbed, "What happened?"

Ben held her close and shushed her as the doctor called in nurses to assist him in taking care of her. They took notes, filled out paper work, and unhooked all the machines from her. She tried and tried to regain her memory, but it didn't come to her. Then her father was asked to come talk to the nurse while the doctor stayed with Violet. He gave her a peck on the head and followed the nurse.

"Hello Violet, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked.

"I'm doing okay, but I can't remember how I ended up here."

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"I remember driving to the new house."

"That's when you got into a car crash, Violet." The doctor told.

"No, that was to the other house. I mean the first new house." Violet frowned, trying to piece everything back together.

"Ah, I see. Do you remember anything about that house?"

"No." Violet shook her head. "I just remember walking up to the front door, and then nothing."

The doctor nodded, smiling, "Do you remember your family?"

"I have a mother and father." She nodded.

"Okay." He said, scribbling down on his clipboard, "Well, I'm going to go get your father, give you a check-up, and then see you should be able to go home in a few days. We want to keep you for observation to make sure nothing happens."

"What could happen?" Violet frowned.

"Well, you were in a coma for 3 weeks Violet. We want to make sure your brain is healing correctly, if you have anything wrong with you that we couldn't find until you awoke. Just covering all the bases."

"I was in a car accident that put me in a coma and now I can't remember anything. Great." Violet sighed.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but you're going to get through this. Your memory might come back with time but right now you have to rest and let us run some tests on you. We will start that tomorrow."

Violet nodded as the doctor left and her father entered the room. He took a seat next to her bed and they began to talk about how she was and what had happened after the car accident. The nurse had informed him not to tell her what she couldn't remember because they needed to see how she was recovering. It wasn't hard since Violet and Ben were both exhausted. Both fell asleep within minutes.

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The week had passed quickly. Violet was taken from room to room, having blood samples taken, x-rays, and other scans of her body. She was busy and tired all the time. Not much of her memory came back. She remembered what her house looked like and figured out her mother had died giving birth to her twin brothers, who both died. She was just as sad as she was when it originally happened and it was hard for her to let the doctors pinch and prod her while she was so frustrated.

But the week of testing and studying was over. Her broken body had healed up for the most part, so she and Ben were allowed to leave October 24th. They were both glad to be well and happy to be heading home, away from the hospital.

Violet still could not remember anything about her time in the Murder House. She didn't even know it was called the Murder House. She only remembered the layout and address of it. Ben was happy about that. She didn't remember the pain and sadness they endured in that hell. He planned to keep it that way and hoped her memory would never return. The plan was to let her recover more fully, leave, and live the life they wanted. It was perfect as long as nothing went wrong. But things never go as planned when you are a resident in the Murder House.

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