Violet POV

Somehow the fact that I've been stuck in this house for almost five years has escaped my mind. It's been a somber, peaceful, almost depressing time. I never expected to spend eternity alone in a huge house full of people. And yet, here I was all alone.

Before I watched police and moving men clear out my room, my precious belongings, my music, my wardrobe, I took what I truly couldn't part with and hid it in the floorboards. The one right in the middle of the room that was always covered with a rug sprung right up if you stepped on the end just right. I pulled out a small tin box and set it aside. I haven't opened that box for five years. I locked my promise to Tate away in that boxed. Underneath it was my Ipod. I opened the small cloth and took out my Ipod. The music blared in my ears. I closed my eyes and lay down on the cold hardwood floors of my bedroom.

The ceiling was dark. I kept thin dark curtains on my windows to keep the light out. I didn't want to be reminded of anything outside of this house. All of my belongings, the few that I held onto, were sprawled across my floor for anyone to see. But like it mattered. Mom and dad were too busy with the baby to notice much anymore. I didn't leave my room for much these days.

And even after five years, I couldn't forgive him. It's one thing that I was stuck here but my mom and dad didn't deserve this even if they claimed that they were happy. Even in the afterlife they were bad liars.

Once my playlist stopped, I sat up with my arms around my knees and stared at the hole in my floor. I don't keep much down there; the tin box, my Ipod, a pack of cigarettes, and the empty pill bottle that killed me. I don't know why I still have it. Tate gave it to me the day he told me I had died. It was a constant reminder that this was real and not just a bad dream. No one knows I still have it, not even Tate knows. I wrapped my Ipod back up and hid it back under the floorboards. I let the tin box sit in the middle of my room for a while as I stood up and walked out.

I heard Bo rolling his ball across the attic floor and felt sorry that he was always by himself. I also felt sorry that he had Tate as a brother and Constance as a mother. I walked to the window and looked out at Constance's house. There was a swing set out back and toys scattered across the backyard. She hasn't been here in two years when she came frightened and bloody yelling at Tate. We haven't seen her since. But we both knew what she was up to; Constance took my mother's baby as her own and had hidden him in her home. My brother was living with a monster.

The floor creaked. I turned around. Hayden was standing there staring at me. "She stole my baby too. We could fight her, kill her and keep the baby here." Hayden always had a hidden agenda.

"Leave me alone Hayden. I don't want any part in your sick perverted ideas." I retorted with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

"Halloween is just around the corner. We could take care of her so that she'll never show her face here again." Truthfully, Constance doesn't come around anymore anyways. I didn't respond to Hayden. Instead, she crept closer to me almost whispering.

"I was there that day. When she came back and tore into Tate. I watched her kill him all over again. He called for you, but you ignored him like the bitch that you are." She provoked.

"That's enough Hayden! Go bother Nora." She laughed knowing full well that she had gotten to me. Once she was gone I melted to the floor. Hayden was right; I had ignored Tate's call. I could hear him but instead I put my Ipod on loud and ignored his cries. That day is so sick that there's nothing I can do to forget about it. I ran back to my room and grabbed my tin box. I took it into the bathroom closing the door behind me. Opening the box I already knew I was breaking my promise. Inside was a pad of paper and a pen covering my razor blades. I took out one of the blades and ran it across my smooth skin three times.

Tate's POV

The basement was quiet. It was calming. I threw a baseball at the wall. It was left here by the last residents along with a glove and a bat. No one was down here today. Even Hayden had left me in peace. I couldn't think. Five years since she had spoken to me. Goodbye Tate. Those were her last words to me. They were stuck in my head. I leaned my head into my lap and started to pull out my hair. I screamed and screamed and screamed.

"Oh relax will you. What a drama queen." An annoyingly familiar voice said. I looked up. Hayden. Of course she wasn't really leaving me alone, just waiting for me to go crazy. Hayden leaned down to my level almost hovering over me on her knees.

"Come on, no more nightmares." She whispered into my ear. Hayden put her hands on my shoulders, scooting closer to me. I couldn't breathe. She smelled like death, a scent we were all fatally attracted too. I couldn't look up at her. She put her face so close to mine, I could feel her lips tickle my cheek. Five years does a number on a person, especially spending those years alone. This wouldn't be the first time I gave into Hayden but it also wouldn't be the first time I shoved her away. Her hands crept along the back of my neck.

"Forget her. She doesn't want you. When Constance ripped into you two years ago she didn't even call out to you like you did to her. She cowered in her room alone with her razorblades. Forget her." Hayden whispered. That's when I shoved Hayden against the wall. I shot up off the floor so fast I frightened her. She hit the wall so hard pieces of brick landed on her head from above.

"Don't talk about her like that! You don't know, you never will!" I yelled. I turned and turned yelling, tears on my cheeks. Hayden laughed like the bitch that she is and disappeared. She haunts to torment everyone in this house. I smashed my fist into the brick wall. Hayden had to bring up that day. She couldn't help but to see me suffer. She wants everyone to suffer like she does.

"You are no son of mine! Look what you've done to this boy, you've turned him into a monster Tate!" Constance yelled.

"No, mother!"

"Listen to me Tate, I had high hopes for this boy! High hopes! You retched child; you destroyed the only hope for this family! I thought that would be you Tate. You screwed that up too because you are a monster!" I sat on the cement floor in the basement. I held my head in between my knees.

"No Tate Langdon, you look at me!" She yelled before grabbing my hair and pulling me to my feet.
"I've had enough of you do you hear me! I will not come into this awful house anymore! I want my baby to grow up good."

"I am your baby! I am your son! Not him, he's not yours. He belongs to Violet and her mother!" She started laughing.

"I am his mother Tate! He is my son and I will raise him good the way I couldn't with you. I will not let my son turn into a monster!" She let go of me and walked across the room.

"I feel I've always been gentle and loving with you. I've always given you the benefit of the doubt but I can no longer do that Tate. I've had enough. I don't want anymore monsters to haunt me or my son. He will never know about this house! And I will never come back!"

"Don't do this." I backed up against the wall expecting the worst. I wrapped my hands close to my chest. My face was wet with tears.
"Go away Tate!" She yelled at me.

"No, no! Violet! Violet!" I called out the only name that had comfort in it. She was the only one who I wanted to console me. Even if mother left and never came back as long as she is here I'll be alright.

"VIOLET!" I screamed.

"Go away Tate! Don't ever come back!"

"Violet please!"

"Go away!" it felt like being shot all over again. I stood in the basement alone. I watched as Constance walked out of the house. My heart was breaking all over again. I was truly alone now. Violet didn't come and mother was gone forever. I was eternally alone.