A/N:
Hey guys this is my first story in a long long time, and for once Im thinking of writing a multi chapter story. Hopefully it will end up going smoothly. If you do enjoy it and do read it, I will try and publish the next chapters as soon as possible.
Please enojoy (:
Reviews would be appreciated :3
Forever
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Chapter 1.
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Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room, I've walked this floor
You know I used to live alone long befoe I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
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She was beautiful, she really was. With skin as white as snow, and eyes a beautiful brown, distant, far away from this world. He wanted to hold her, yet he didn't understand why, all he knew was that he had this sudden urge to protect her from this world. He had the urge to talk to her, even just to say a simple 'hello', but he knew he couldn't, at least not yet. Instead he will watch her from afar, until the right moment arrived, and he could talk to her, and maybe even kiss her. He was in a daze, his dead heart filling him with emotions he didn't know were possible. At least not for him. He had to have her. But not yet. No not yet.
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At night he sat outside her bedroom door, he could hear her crying. Hear the muffled screams in her pillows, and the gentle drips of her blood from her little razor that she hid so well underneath the floorboards.
It hurt him. To be able to listen to those sounds, to know that this girl, this beautiful nameless girl that he already felt so attached to was slowly dying, and he could do nothing but sit outside her door, watch her from afar, and dream sleepless dreams about how her skin would feel underneath his, he guessed it would be soft, it looked soft. He wanted to kiss her scars away, and just talk to her. He wanted to save her, maybe he could.
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He found out her name today. Her name was Violet. Like that flower from his books. He liked the way her name rolled down his tongue when he said it. He didn't think there was a sound, a word, more beautiful then hers. It was her word, her name, her sound, and he loved it. He wanted to say it out loud, not just in a quite whisper. He wanted to say it to her. Say it over and over, and watch her reactions as he spoke her word out, her name out, over and over, softly until it would get louder and louder, until it sounded like a beautiful scream.
He knew it was wrong, that in a way, what he was doing was wrong, what he was thinking was wrong. Yet he couldn't help it, he couldn't help wanting her, needing her, a girl he only knew for a couple of days, a girl who he never even spoke to. It was a twisted need he held for her. Dark yet beautiful, like her, except she wasn't dark, no, she was the only light in this twisted world. She was his light in his dark soul.
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As days dragged on, as he watched her from afar, the need to speak to her became stronger and stronger. He would give anything just to stand close to her, and speak in one worded sentences. To speak with his eyes. He knew though that he had to wait, at least a little bit longer, until he found a way. He wondered whether or not she would be afraid of him like the rest of them. Would she run away too? Would she hide from him? Would she make him go away? No, he couldn't think like that. He shouldn't. She was different. She would understand him.
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He found a way to talk to her. A way he would finally be able to meet her properly. It was a beautiful plan, and it would help him too, in more ways than one. Her father was a psychiatrist. He would help him; he would make the bad thoughts go away. He would help those dreamless nightmares disappear.
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He was wandering through the house, looking for her; it was finally time to talk to her.
When he finally found her it was in the upstairs bathroom. Her little razor in hand slicing through her porcelain flesh, little droplets of red tears falling on the white snow. It was a beautiful image. They were more alike than he thought. It was like she was made for him, for him and no one else. He couldn't help but silently watch her, but this time he wasn't invisible, if she wanted to she could see him, all she had to do was look up.
''You're doing it wrong, if you're trying to kill yourself cut vertically, they can't stitch that up..''
He didn't know why he said it. It just felt right. Maybe she would, maybe she would spend forever with him. Maybe that's why he said it. Maybe it was the want, the need to have her in his life that made him say that, those words.
Either way it worked, he got her attention, because she looked up, she turned around and looked at him, with those big questioning eyes. Finally after what felt like forever she said her first words to him, which hopefully wouldn't be the last.
''How'd you get in here?!''
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The next day he had another appointment with her father. He was asking him questions, and he gave him replies. His name was Ben. Ben thought that he was crazy, but no, no he wasn't crazy, he couldn't be crazy, because that would mean that he was a danger, a danger to her. He couldn't be a danger, not to her.
''...because I met someone.''
As he said those words he knew she heard him, heard the whole conversation between him and her father. She knew he meant her, because he was looking straight at her as he said them. Those words were the beginning of them, how it all started.
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''..this one I did after my dad first left.. I was ten I think..''
He was in her room; they were exchanging beautiful stories about their scars. He loved listening to hers. He felt like he could listen to them over and over again, maybe if he really was crazy, maybe she was crazy too, and they could be crazy together, because they were alike, they thought the same way, she viewed the world from his point of view.
He loved her voice. He loved the way she talked. He loved everything about her. She was perfect.
She told him things, things that were personal, things about her family, things about her father, about Ben who hurt her mother. He didn't understand why he would do that, why he would hurt her...
''..If you love someone you should never hurt them. Never.''
He would never hurt her. Not the way Ben hurt Violets mother. Not in any way, he would never hurt her. Ever.
She understood him, she agreed with him, and she liked music too. Loud, angry music. She was perfect; no one could be more perfect than her. She smiled at him. No one smiled at him, but she did, because she was like him, they were different from the others, from the rest of the world. They were cut from the same cloth, except her side was light, and his was dark, darker than hers.
''Got any Kurt Cobain on that thing?''
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'' I hate her! I want to kill her! ''
Violet was angry. She was talking about some bitch that hurt her. Tate didn't like it when someone hurt her. He didn't like it one bit. That girl needed to be punished. No one messed with his Violet. No one.
''Then do it. One less high school bitch in the world making the lives of the less fortunate more tolerable is, in my opinion, a public service.''
Of course his Violet wouldn't kill. She was too pure for that. She was too amazing too perfect to dirty her hands with someone else's blood so instead that night as they lay on her bed they made plans, plans to scare that little bitch so she wouldn't dare hurt Violet again. He would make sure of that.
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''What's down there?''
He could hear them walking down the steps, closer, and closer, until he could see his dark queen standing beside the girl he was supposed to scare. She looked confused, like she didn't understand what was going on, but he could care less, he couldn't wait for the show to begin. He saw the smile on his queen's face. He couldn't let her down, and he wouldn't, after all this show was for her.
''Get the lights.''
The show was about to begin.
It was the most fun he had ever had, that bitch kicking and screaming ''Oh god,! Get it off me! Please God get it off of me!'' Truly glorious. He loved every minute of it, and it seemed like he wasn't the only one enjoying it. Yet he was confused, why was his queen crying, why was she screaming? Was it because their show, his show was just that good?
''What was that!?''
His Violet was confused, scared even, he didn't understand why, why was she scared? Did she not feel safe with him? Was she scared of him like the rest of them? As they kept talking, as she kept screaming at him, he got more and more confused. Wasn't this what she wanted? Did she not like his show, his performance? Why was she being like this?!
''Get out! I never want to see you again!''
What was she saying? Why would she say that? He was so confused, he didn't understand. What wrong did he do? Why was she so fucking mad at him?! He tried to get a hold of her, tried to calm her down, tried to take her into his arms, but she didn't want that, she put her tiny fragile hands on his chest and pushed him away, as far away from his as possible. It felt horrible. Why would she do that?! Did she not want him anymore?! Why was she screaming at him?! The look in her eyes, as she stumbled away from him, ran up the stairs, the way she tried her best to get as quickly and as far as possible from him, it was fear. Did she fear him; did she really mean what she said?
''I thought you weren't afraid of anything!''
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To be continued
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