This is my first fanfiction ever, so please don't judge it! I'm sorry if there are any typos or something, my mother language is not english so there may be some, but I've done everything as good as I could haha.

So, here is the first chapter...

It was the first time Violet Harmon broke down in their new house. They moved in the house five days ago, and she could already sense the bad energy in it, though it had nothing to do with her emotions. She had a big fight with her boyfriend Daniel, and this wasn't the first fight they've had. It was maybe the 6th time in the past three months. He had gotten so mad at her because of her moving. But it wasn't even Violet's fault - her stupid dad cheated on her mom and her mom was idiot enough to believe a new house would change everything. Anyway, Violet was pretty sure Daniel was cheating on her, but of course he denied it - and she couldn't do anything about it until she was one hundred percent sure. She was sitting on her bed, on top of her black sheets, and sobbing loudly. Her parents weren't home, they were at her dad's old friend's place or something - Violet wasn't sure where they were, and honestly she didn't even care. She had been sitting there for an hour already, just crying. Now it was time to make herself feel something other than heartbreak. She stood up from the bed, and walked to the brown locker that was at the right side of her mirror door closet. She took her sharpest razor blade, and walked to the bathroom. She watched herself in the mirror - her black kajal and mascara had spread all over her face because of her tears, and made her face look like she just painted black circles around her eyes. She took a deep breath until pressing the blade deep down her right wrist, and then sliding it over to the other side. Again. Again. Again. And now she did the same to her left wrist. Big, deep cuts, so many, so close to each other that she couldn't even count them. She continued cutting herself until her wrists were covered up in blood and she couldn't even see the cuts under the blood. Suddenly she started to feel sick, and the next thing she knew was that she was on her knees, hugging the toilet, vomiting her innards out. She had been vomiting everything she ate out for six months - she heard that made you skinnier, but Violet had only lost maybe three pounds. She didn't eat much anyway, so she thought that would make her even more skinnier. She flushed down the toilet, and stood up - looking at her wrists that were only a bloody mess. She took three pieces of toilet paper, held them under cold water for a while, and then rubbed them against her skin that was now burning when the cold water touched the cuts.

It was 11pm, and she was lying on her stomach in the bed, her purple colored laptop open, and updating her tumblr blog. A picture of Kurt Cobain popped on her dashboard, and she reblogged it. She heard her phone vibrate on her side, and looked at it - it was Daniel, again. This was the fifth time he called her tonight, but she wasn't going to answer him. She shut down her phone, and continued blogging, while Christina Aguilera's You Lost Me was playing from her iPod. She usually didn't listen to this kind of shit, but she did like that song. Actually she wasn't even a fan of woman singers at all, except for Avril Lavigne and Hayley Williams. All the others were shit. Thinking of singers, she remembered a cool picture of Linkin Park she saw last night - and of course she saved the photo to her laptop - and posted it to her tumblr blog. It took about five minutes when the picture already had ten notes, because she had about 1k followers. She had no social life in reality at all, but at least more than five people liked her tumblr. Suddenly she heard noises coming from downstairs, and she stood up and quickly pulled a hoodie over her, because if her parents were somewhere down there they wouldn't see her cuts. In a weird way she kinda wanted her parents to know about her cuts - you know, like they would know she wasn't okay. But then she was afraid that her dad would go all therapist on her, and that would be everything but funny.

"Tell me, Violet, what made you do these things?", he would ask. Well, guess what daddy? Your little girl is falling apart right in front of you. World did this to her.

"Mom? Dad?", she yelled from the first step of the stairs. No one answered, and she started to get a bit scared. She was on the seventh step, when she heard someone knocking the front door. She ran the last steps down, and tried to look who was outside from the small hole in the door, but she saw nothing. She walked to the kitchen, and tried to look out from the windows - but it was so dark she couldn't see a thing. Her face was almost glued to the window, trying to see anything moving, when someone jumped in front of the window. She started to scream, and jumped two steps back, hitting her lower back to the left side of the dinner table.

"Fuck!", she screamed, and rubbed his back. She saw with the other side of her eye that the person behind the window was having a hard time to choke his - or her, laughter. She now looked straight at the person, and realized the person was a he. He was a tall boy, very skinny one, and he had blonde curly hair. He was dressed in a black hoodie and ripped skinny jeans - and she was damn sure he had a pair of Converse in his feet, but she couldn't see. The boy pointed his fingers to the front door, and made the word 'Open' with his lips. She just looked at him like a weirdo, and saw him walking to the front door. It took her few seconds to realize he was already waiting there, and she walked there too - only that she was inside the house. She opened the door a little, and the first thing she did, was look at his shoes - Converse, she knew.

"Who are you?", she asked him, now looking at his face again. He was actually very good looking, like Kurt Cobain as a teenager.

"Tate. Tate Langdon", he said with a smile that made something inside Violet melt. He pointed his hand out, but Violet just looked at it - she was still confused about this guy. He just pulled his hand away, trying not to think how awkward this situation was.

"Okay, well... how can I help you, Tate Langdon?", Violet asked, and Tate started to smile again. He just met this chick, but he loved the way she said his name. Well, actually he had seen her many times before, like when he was just havering around the house and shit - but this was the first time he talked to her. And she wasn't even that bad looking, she was actually really cute.

"Is Ben Harmon here?", he just asked, and Violet shook his head. Tate looked a bit confused, but then just nodded - he was still looking her from the small gap between the door and the wall. C'moon, did he really look that dangerous that she couldn't even open the door? Not like he was going to rape her mommy and kill everyone.

"Where is he?", he asked again, and looked straight at Violet's eyes - they were really pretty. Something between green and brown, but very pretty indeed. She looked like even she wasn't sure where Ben Harmon was.

"Um, I don't know, to be honest. He is somewhere with my mom. Probably in a party, or something.", she said, and Tate nodded.

"Well, that's probably everything then. When he comes back, will you tell me I was here?", he asked and smiled, and Violet nodded - he turned to walk away, but Violet made her stay.

"Wait!", she said, and he turned to face her again, with a light grin on his face.

"What were you doing here anyway? It's like 11pm or something", she asked him, and he bit his lip. If he said he was one of his dad's patients, would she think he was a psychopath or something? Well, maybe he was, a little.

"I'm... Um, I'm one of your dad's patients. He's my therapist.", Tate mumbled, and looked down to the ground - he was afraid to look into her pretty eyes.

"Okay, I'll tell him you were here", she said, and was about to close the door, when Tate's hand suddenly appeared in the gap. Great, what does he want now?

"Wait - What's your name?", he asked her, and Violet wasn't sure if she could tell him. She looked him straight into his eyes, and then she turned to look into the ceiling, and cleared her throat.

"Violet. And you do know my last name already", she said, and started to push the door close, and Tate moved his hand away just in time. She walked to the kitchen, and took one cold Pepsi bottle from the fridge, and walked to her room upstairs. Tate was still standing in front of the door - "you do know my last name already" - of course he knew. He knew his first name too, he had heard her mom yelling her "Violet, come down here right now!",and stuff, so he assumed her name was Violet.

"Violet...", he whispered, and looked up. Her windows had purple drapes covering her room, and he could see the small light coming from it. He just smiled, and then teleported himself to the basement where he was mostly all of his time with the other ghosts.