Violet:
It's been almost 2 years but I still remember like it was yesterday. The last time that I've seen him, the last time that I've touched him, the last time that I've kissed him. And the last words that I've said him. Goodbye, Tate… And I never see him again. I've seen some other ghosts that I didn't even know if they were in the house. I even have to see Hayden every day. But I never see him. Well, I wanted that, I told him to go away, I told him goodbye. But deep down I know that I'd never wanted to do that. I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to stay and tell me that there is a way to forget all those things. But there is none. I was ready to forgive him about all those kids he shot, about the gay couple but... I can't forgive him, I just can't forget what he did to my mother. I wish we could just went back 2 years before, I wish we never moved here, I wish I had never knew him. NO. That's not what I want. He is the best and the worst thing that ever happened to me. I love him.. but I hate him, too. I don't know what to do. I'm thinking the same thing for 2 years. It's killing me. I need to get rid of these thoughts.
Tate:
"C'mon, Beau, I can get you out of these chains." But he just shook his head. He's been there so long that he still doesn't want to go downstairs. I spend most of my days to play with Beau. He needs someone, I need someone, someone who don't judge me. Someone who still love me. I don't think Beau would judge me if he'd knew about what I did. I'm trying not to think about her. But it's impossible. Everything reminds me of her, every part of this house, every part of my body. Sometimes I'm just trying to sleep and to dream about her. Both of us, happy and alive. But all I see is how we used cuddle together, her laughter, her body, her eyes, her kiss and her last words. GOODBYE. I know I don't deserve her, I know she'll never forgive me, I know I don't have any right to want her but I just do, I want her, I need her. I know it sounds selfish but I don't wanna be alone and I don't want her to be alone. I don't want anything but Violet. I love her, I love her since the first day that I saw her. She is special, she is not like any other person I've known. She was different, she is different. I still remember the day she died. When I saw her lying on the bed unconscious, I felt like each part of my body just stopped. My heart, I swear at that moment, I heard how fast it was beating. My baby, my Violet tried to kill herself and she succeeded and I couldn't do anything, I couldn't save her. I am just a useless fucking killer. The only person that I care about, the only person I love died in my arms. Beau's voice returned me back to reality. Usually, Beau didn't talk too much but he looked at me in the eye and said "Violet loves Tate, Beau knows this." I smiled for a sec. I think this was the only time that I smiled in two years.