Tate stared down the corridor at the room that used to belong to him. The room he'd been killed in all those years ago and the room that now belonged to the girl who would never forgive him. How could he have been so careless and stupid? He'd always felt so messed up, he killed everyone and everything that ever loved him and he hated himself for it. He would never be happy. Not without her. Not without Violet. She had been the only light he'd known, and now she had left him stranded in the darkness. He knew she could never forgive him for what he had done, how could he ever think that someone would? He was crazy. Insane. Pathetic. He knew that she deserved better. He knew that she deserved happiness with someone else but at the same time he couldn't stand being without her. He couldn't face being alone again.
He was outside of her bedroom door now, or his bedroom door. He had never felt so anxious. The door was open a crack and he could see her. Sat on her bed with a blank expression on her beautiful and worn down face. It killed him to see her like that. Not just because he knew she was sad or let down. Tate had seen that look on Violet's face a million times before. It was because he knew that she felt like that because of him, because of what he had done to her and her family and because he realized he'd have to live with her, with that same look of disappointment on her face for a very long time.
Being stuck in a house with her. Forever. Even seeing her like this for a second felt like a bullet to the chest and he knew what that felt like. With a last nervous hush of breath he decided it was time to push the door open, he took a shaky hand to the cool, silver doorknob and pushed it open slowly, trying to calm himself down before he spoke to her and opened his mouth to speak, his mind racing of the things he had practiced over and over for the past few days, but nothing came out.
''TATE! You scared me'' Violet had screamed when she saw him loitering in the doorway of her room. He knew he'd scare her or that she wouldn't want to speak to him, but he had to see her. To hear her voice. To try to explain to her what had happened in his head and why he had done the things he'd done, even though he barely knew why he'd done them himself. ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I mean we're both dead anyway, so what's the big deal right?'' He had tried so hard to make himself sound casual and forced out a laugh, but he choked on his words and his false happiness and ended up making himself look even more nervous than he felt. ''I don't want to talk to you Tate, I can't forgive what you've done, I think you should just leave'' Her words cut him like knives. He snapped, losing his already short temper and kicking her dresser violently. ''I'm sorry, I'm sorry okay!'' he yelled, leaving the room and slamming the aging wooden door behind him.