October 31, 2012
-Violet's P.O.V-
I have been locked in this house for years. Centuries, it feels like. Tonight it my one night of freedom. The one night I can leave this shit hole and explore. Tonight, I will not return, and I will deal with whatever consequences this holds. I wait until the sun touches the sky on Halloween, and then I bolt. I look back at the house, one last glance, and see Tate in the window. His dark eyes are wet and rimmed with red, and he is biting the frayed sleeves of his striped jumper. I bite my lip, almost lose my resolve, but then turn back round towards the street. I hate him. At least, I want to. Halloween was our first 'date.' We went to the beach, he gave me a black rose. I remember this, and it stings like a slap to the face. I cannot live with him, or my mother, or my father any longer. I do not deserve this kind of death. My god, no one does. I will miss my parents, and although I haven't spoken to him in years, I will miss my Tate. I can only hope that he finds some kind of solace, some kind of peace in his after life. As for me, I will never go back.
October 28, 2014.
-Tate's P.O.V-
Violet left three years ago. No one knew what happened when you didn't return to the Murder house at dawn, we all assumed you'd just end up back here. What idiots we were. Violet figured it out, you know? She was always a smart girl. Always thinking strategically. She was miserable here, I knew that. We are all miserable here. She was the only one brave enough to never come back on our freedom day, and she was rewarded for it. My guess is she finally floated up to Heaven, where she belonged. Hayden likes to remind me that it's more likely she just...poof...dissapated. Now, everyone is leaving. Even if they do dissapate, they don't care. They only want out of here. Ms. Harmon didn't, though. She wanted to be close to her son, Michael. My cock-sucking mom has him next door. Her MO is fucked up kids, right? Charles Montgomery went, though. He hates Nora for what she did. She tried to kill his litte... Franken-baby concoction, then she offed him. He's insane, you know. Not like me, even worse. Anyway, he left the next year, after Violet. Beau didn't want to go, even though I asked him. He's too simple, too innocent, to want anything else. He doesn't know anything else but this fucking house.
Have I mentioned my mother is a cock-sucker? Larry, that fuckhead I set on fire, left right along with Charles. I was glad for that. I wanted to burn the other side of his face. He killed my brother. I hated him because he was weak, and a coward. Chad and Patrick, who still hate each other, are leaving on Halloween, too. Only Nora, Moira, Hayden, Beau, the Harmons and I will be left. The Harmons still hate me. At least, Ben does. Vivien felt gracious enough to forgive me after Violet left. I guess she felt how bad it tore me apart. I loved Violet. I was only trying to help...I don't think I'm a bad person.
You only killed 15 innocent kids...
I slammed my hand to my temple. Even in death the voices taunt me. I saw Ben for a few months, and it helped, but then I fucked up and ruined everything. Like I always do. I hated myself. I'm terrified that one day, I'll be the only one left. I used to think I wouldn't mind that so much, with Violet here but now... now it sounds like hell. Without her, I have no light. Most days, I don't leave the basement. I visit Beau, but, he doesn't talk much and he always wants to play with that stupid red ball. Hayden's worse than the voices. She taunts me even more. Always hitting a sore spot. I don't know why she's so fucking bitter, she got Mr. Harmon. He finally gave in. Vivien doesn't seem to care anymore. She plays with Michael and cares for him. My mother is always trying to find me. Always calling my name. I hate her, I hate her.
Should have killed her when you had the chance...
I groaned and dug my fingernails into my scalp. Without Violet, I had no center, no grounding. I was lost. Just like I was before she came. I had a girlfriend, before I shot all those kids. Her name was Lilah, and she was gorgeous, but nothing like Violet. I wonder, if I went out on Halloween and never came back, would I catch up with her? I wrapped my arms around my knees. Beau rolled me the ball but I didn't return it. Without warning, I jumped to my feet and stormed out of the attic. Moira looked concerned as I blew past her, but she knew I couldn't do any real harm. I didn't want to, anyway. I wanted to be alone. I found myself in Violet's room. The 'I love you' was still written, fading, on her chalkboard. No one had bought this house, so no one had erased it. I locked the door behind me, although it would do no good, and slumped against the wall in a heap. I cried for her, my Violet.