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Painfully Good

One: Promises, Promises

She felt the weight of the razor in her hand, twisting it over and over again; the last strokes of the sun kissing it ever so lightly making it flicker with light and go pale again. Violet didn't know what time it was, except that a new and dull day was coming to an end again. She was long past the time of wondering what had become of her because all the answers were already given: she was more lovingly with her parents, a good older sister for a never aging baby, a broken and twisted teen who killed herself because of too much information and emotions towards a boy, a girl who waited for that same boy and still swore to never let him near her.

Violet was tired of not feeling when she wasn't around her family. She stopped moving the razor and held it inches from her left wrist. It touched briefly her skin and she pressed it harder, letting be swept by the pain, of feeling her own blood drop by drop leave her; it was a good feeling, sad and yet made her whole. Violet let out a sigh for she didn't know she was holding her breath.

"You promised to never do this again" a voice said from behind her. She turned around and saw Tate leaning against the door frame of her bedroom.

A question died in her lips. "When I was alive, now I'm dead." His face quickly twisted in a grimace with her last word but went to his usual blank expression again, "And you broke your promise too."

"What promise, Vi?"

"That you'd never hurt me, because you don't do that to those you love. Maybe you didn't love me at all." She finished in a whisper while sliced her wrist once more and a smile of relief swam in her face. And his mouth turned into a thin line.

"You're all I ever wanted and I'd never hurt you. I never did." He had a frown in his face; his blonde hair disheveled almost touching his eyes.

Violet let out a small bark of laughter, what a joke he was. "You are such a hypocrite, Tate. You raped my mother and killed her because of your baby, perhaps it was indirectly but you did hurt me bad. How could you forget that?" she almost yelled.

"I didn't. And I wasn't in love with you at that time, I was doing a favor to Nora, you know it since you talked to her. And you understand her dilemma. But I never broke my promise when we were in love, I never hurt you since then."

"My mom died, you piece of shit."

"Violet, I turned back my own words with Nora when she said I had to take your brother away from you because I love you. Please, Vi. I'm sorry you mom died, I really am…" His beautiful face was in pain she could see. Tate's eyes were bloodshot and fresh tears kept falling on his cheeks leaving a glimmering trace on his face. "Can't you forgive me? It's been five years."

"I think I told you to go away." She murmured looking right into his eyes. Five year had been and she had overcome the fact that he had played a major role in her life; she had loved him until the very end and yet a part of her still loved him no matter how guilty she felt. Her heart was as cold as ice, but in the inside it was still beating for him, strongly and vividly. Violet tried to forgive him, however whenever she succeeded a bit, hatred washed over her and was like poison in her veins, burning every sign of pity and love for him.

He took a step closer and locked his arms above his chest, "This is the farthest I'm coming. I'm not going to hurt you, Violet. Remember? I love you. You are all I have." Tate wiped his face clear and a ghost of a smile played on his lips. He still felt so much for her and would want nothing more than to kiss her and hold her in his arms right now. She meant his entire self destroying life, she was his purpose for living his dead life.

"Fine, then." She mumbled and let her gaze fall to the razor she was holding. Another cut and… Voilá! The feeling of pain mingled with love and hatred towards Tate made her eyes water and her mind shut down. Her whole world now consisted of savoring the blood driving out of her.

A hand shook the blade away from her and held her shoulders strongly. She could feel the sweet scent that oozed from him, musky and deadly. And yet, a glimpse of anger flashed in her mind. How dare he?

"Tate!" Violet struggled with his hands, tainting her bed with red and with that both of their clothes. "I told you to go away! GO AWAY!" She closed her eyes and waited, but nothing happened, he was still there hovering above her and pressing the sleeve of his sweater against her freshly made cuts.

"Don't you love me anymore? Is that why you are hurting yourself again?" his voice was hoarse and pained and loud, almost screaming at her. He was deeply disturbed by her behavior, perhaps she lied to him like everybody else, perhaps she wasn't a trustworthy person, or perhaps she was attracted to the darkness as much as he was attracted to the light. He didn't know, and it disturbed him. But right now he worried about her bleeding wrists, she wasn't going to die in his arms again.

His questions froze in her brain and she couldn't find the answer within her; she loved him, a part of her at least. But would this part overcome the rest? Her pain and the burden of having your own boyfriend rape your mother, with the fact that he killed several kids just like them? And if it did overcome everything, would it be enough for them for eternity?

"I-I-" her tongue was fighting with her words, diverting the topic would be very much safer., she thought. "Stop it, Tate. Leave me be!" Violet finally managed to get out of his vice-like grip and went near the door.

"ANSWER ME, VIOLET!"

His voice triggered something inside her and anger slashed free now. She could feel that his eyes were full of sadness mixed with anger and impatience; he was a slip from being completely out of control. And Violet could feel the sweet flavor of hurting him already in her mouth, "I hate you, Tate." His face became a still mask, the cloud of anger and crazy looking grimace slipped to a marbled expression with his sweet little mouth popping open with an audible sound.

And as swift as a summer rain, his mood also changed. "No, no, no. You're confused. Yo-You don't hate me, do you? You didn't mean it, right, Vi?" His face was pure disbelief. Doubts and tears poured out of him and filled his eyes completely. Tate moved near her and cupped her face with his hands leaving a smear of her own blood. "You- I- I… No, please."

Then he pressed his lips against hers. And all her will to hurt him was shoved aside when their lips met, the fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach returned after five years and she could taste him, only him. While Tate tried to pass everything he felt for her by his kiss, his own soul was into it, melting on her soft lips and molding itself the way she liked. He loved her with all his might and would forever love her, his Violet.

She tangled his hair in her hand while he traced her spine gingerly. They could taste Violet's blood, but it didn't matter at the moment. They were together now, as if nothing had ever happened: no lies, no omissions, no hatred nor fear, only the love that held them together for that instant. A love so pure and thin the scissor of Fate could cut it, and so it did when they caught their breath.

"No, Tate. I told you to go away." Violet heard she saying, but didn't take hold of the meaning of her words. Her eyes were glued to his lips and guilt and sadness emerged from the depth of her brain. "You hurt me too much."

Violet let the door ajar and went to sit on her bed, holding tight her knees against her body. It was all too much. Everything with Tate was unbelievable overwhelming and emotionally tiring. She had healed during these past five years, but now as freshly as her new cuts were, she had brand new gashes in her heart and shattered feelings for him. She sighed and looked to where he was, but Tate was already far away.