She's very pretty, you know", a voice said to Tate in the basement. He turned around and saw a woman with blonde hair and a sad smile on her face. Her name was Nora.
"You're pretty too", he said and Nora just smiled and walked through a wall. Tate snorted, and sat down to his rocking chair - well it wasn't technically his, but no one ever sat in it except him. So, it kinda was his. Violet was two levels above him, and it took everything in him to not just appear in her room and talk to her. He thought she was very interesting, and he had seen her cutting - she was almost as fucked up as he was. She had a beautiful voice, too. He was sure she had an amazing singing voice too. He also knew that she happened to have a boyfriend, his name was Daniel - or so he had heard.
Violet woke up to the sun that was shining straight to her eyes. It was 7am in the morning, and she was supposed to go to school - but she didn't want to. Last time some weird bitch tried to make her eat a smoke because her grandma died because of smoking. Why did Violet have to eat it? Gosh, it wasn't her fault that her grandma died. Anyway, then Violet spit right in to that girl's eye and she yelled Violet that 'she's so dead'. Not like Violet was afraid of that girl, but she just didn't like it in there. Then she remembered last night - well, actually she remembered Tate, and she felt like her stomach turned around. She wanted to see him again, maybe he would come to their place if Violet told her dad he was here. And speaking of dad... Where the hell are her parents? She got up from her bed, and looked at her body from the mirror. She was wearing only black top and neon green panties, so she could see all of her cuts perfectly - her thighs were covered up in them, and when she lifted her top up a little, she saw her whole stomach full of light scars. She pulled the top back down, and pulled over a hoodie and black leggings - she wasn't planning to go to school today, so she didn't dress to her normal clothes. She could tell her parents she was sick or something. They would believe, in fact she was actually very pale. Well, she was always.
When she came downstairs, her mother was making eggs on the stove, and her dad was having an angry phone call in the living room. Her mom, Vivien, saw her and a warm smile came to her lips. She was wearing only a pale pink bathrobe and her hair was going down her back. Violet thought her mother was actually very pretty, but she was usually fucking annoying.
"Good morning honey! Um... are you going to school looking like... that?", Vivien asked, and looked her from her hair all the way down to her toes. Violet rolled her eyes, before coughing a bit.
"I think I'm sick. Like, I vomited two times last night", Violet said, and her mother's smile faded away. Her lips were now a straight line. She turned the stove off, and walked in front of Violet.
"Did you really? Violet, is this only because you don't wanna go to your new school? Or are you actually sick?", she asked, and Violet nodded.
"I am really, this isn't about the school", she lied. Her mother looked at her for few seconds, and then nodded.
"Well, whatever then. Stay at home. Rest the weekend and you can go to school on Monday. Deal?", she said, and Violet nodded again. Vivien smiled at her daughter, and then started to put some plates to the table.
"What? What do you mean he isn't okay? Well make him goddamn okay, you hear me? Make him!", Ben shouted - still - in the living room, and Vivien was pretending like nothing was going on.
"What's up with him?", Violet asked and shook his head when her mom offered her eggs.
"He's talking with his dad's doctor. You know your father's dad hasn't been okay lately, and now, well, Ben is pretty upset, as you can hear", Vivien explained, and Violet nodded.
"I see... Well, let's hope he will be okay", she said, and Vivien opened her mouth to say something, but Violet cut her off with a new sentence.
"Where were you last night, anyway?", she asked, and Vivien laughed.
"We were at your dad's friend Fred. He had a party, but it was totally lame. Anyway, we couldn't leave because Fred didn't let us to. When we got home you were already asleep", her mommy said, and took a sip from her orange juice. Violet nodded - again - and ate her cereal. She didn't know what was the point of eating when she was going to throw it all up later, but she did eat, just because her mom would complain about it if she didn't. Her dad finally ended the call, and walked to the kitchen, looking exhausted.
"Hi honey", he said to Violet and took three slieces of bread from the bag that was on top of the kitchen table.
"Hi, um, one of your patients was here last night", Violet said, and Ben immediately turned to look at her. He looked confused and a bit terrified at the same time. Violet just looked at him, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, she continued.
"His name was Tate", she said and when her dad was still being nothing but silent, she just took two spoonfuls of her cereal, and waited.
"What did he want?", Ben asked, and ate his bread in a second - or at least that's what it looked like.
"He didn't tell me, he just asked me to tell you he was here", Violet said, and got up from the table. She put her cereal bowl to the washing machine, and thanked her mom, who just nodded and smiled.
Violet was lying on her stomach on the living room's sofa, and watching tv. She had no idea what was going on, The O.C ended five minutes ago and now there were just some weird teenagers who were all each other secret crushes and pregnant and something. She wondered where the hell do people come up with this shit, as she took a sip from her water glass, when she heard her phone ringing in the kitchen. She didn't remember when she took her phone there with her, but there it was, in front of the microwave, almost falling down. She looked at the caller, and sighed. Daniel. She wasn't sure whether to hang up on him or answer, but just when she was about to answer him, he hang up. She snorted, and called him back. He picked up in a heartbeat, and she barely had the chance to say 'Hi', before he started shouting at her.
"Why didn't you pick up the first time I called you? No, wait, why didn't you pick up last night? I called you for twenty-something times, Vi! Why?", he yelled, and Violet held the phone few cents away from her ear because he was so loud.
"I-I-I didn't...", she was about to say 'feel like answering', but that would only lead to more fights.
"Notice you were calling me. I had my phone on vibrate, and it ran out of battery. Sorry", she continued, and she heard Daniel's sigh.
"Okay. I'm sorry for shouting. How are you? We haven't seen each other since you moved. I miss you", he said, and Violet smiled a little. There was the annoying shithead Daniel, but then there was this Daniel that she loved. But she still didn't trust him, not so much anymore. You should be able to trust your boy/girlfriend one hundred and ten percent, but she didn't trust him.
"I'm fine. The house is cool, though it has some kind of sick bad energy. You know, like paranormal activity", she laughed, and then cleared her throat.
"I miss you too", she said, and heard Daniel laughing. She was wondering was he going to ask if he can come over, because if he wasn't, she would ask him. Even though she wasn't quite sure did she want him to come.
"Hey, whatcha doing this weekend? Could I maybe come over and stay till Sunday? I can sleep in the living room or something, I don't want your dad to freak out", he said, and Violet smirked. What, was he like reading her thoughts?
"Sure. I mean, mom likes you and dad is so angry about his dad's doctor so I guess he wouldn't mind you sleeping in my room either", she said, and leaned against the kitchen table. Daniel laughed again, and mumbled something that sounded like 'yeah, right'.
They kept on talking about random shit, and solved their fight that they had the other night. Both apologized, and before they hang up, Daniel said he loved her. Violet was silent for few seconds and she was thinking if she should say "i love you too", or "i love U2", but she chose the first option. She took her phone with her, and walked up to her room.
Violet was lying on her back in the bed, and going down her facebook news feed. She was making her own comments about everyone's profile pictures and statuses, when she saw a picture of her best friend - well, they weren't best friends anymore because Annabel turned out to be a huge bitch - hugging Daniel. She rolled her eyes, but still liked the picture. She bet that little bitch was happy when she got the notification "Violet Harmon likes your picture", and clicked on her own profile. Her cover photo was a picture of You Me At Six that she took in their concert, and she smiled a little when she remembered that day. She was in the front row and got to meet the band after the concert, there are moments in life that make life worth living for. Her profile picture was a picture of her - well no fucking shit - and she had her hair straightened and some eyeliner plus fake lashes. She usually didn't put much makeup on, but this was took on Halloween, so, duh. She wasn't famous, and about fifteen people liked her picture, and she had couple of comments , something like "pretty" or "beautyyy" or something like that. She saw Daniel's comment, and went straight to his profile. His cover photo was a picture of him and Violet, kissing in the school hallway. That was also a good memory, it was from the time they were still actually happy together. Unlike Violet, Dan was pretty famous. He was in a band, playing the bass, and he had brown messy hair. He usually looked like he had a weekend full of nothing but alcohol and drugs, and the funny thing is that he didn't even drink or do drugs. Anyway, Violet clicked his profile picture just when she started to feel sick - not because of Dan, but because she ate that morning - and stood up. She ran to the bathroom, and she couldn't even lock the door when the vomit started to come up. She threw up for five minutes, and then walked back to her room - just to see Tate standing in the middle of her room.
"Um, what the hell are you doing in my room?", Violet asked, and Tate turned his back to the wall to face Violet's confused eyes. He just cleared his throat and shook his head quickly, and took steps closer to her.
"Sorry, I was just searching for the bathroom and I saw your Nirvana poster and...", he was trying to get up with an explanation, but Violet didn't look insured. However she did nod, and walk back to her bed. She grabbed her laptop, and Tate was just standing there being awkward as fuck. Violet looked at him and their eyes encountered, and there was some tension between the two of them. Violet felt butterflies in her stomach, and she just cleared her throat and did something very stupid - clapped the other side of her bed. Tate cocked his eyebrow, and sat beside her. He was about to say something, but Violet turned to look at him.
"Let's not make this more awkward than it already is, okay?", she said, and Tate just smiled - he looked amused - and nodded. It took about fifteen minutes, when he opened his mouth again.
"This is getting more awkward when we're not talking anything. Is he your boyfriend?", he asked when Violet was looking at that picture of her and Dan - she had already forgotten that Tate was sitting on her right side, and she suddenly closed the picture, and looked at Tate.
"Yes, he is.", Violet said, and Tate nodded.
"Why did you close the picture?", he asked. Violet cocked her eyebrow.
"Because I can", she said and when Tate chuckled and mumbled 'okay then', she started to smile. She was just about to ask him if he's dating anyone, but then he got up. She got up too, she didn't even know why.
"Um, I think I have to go. Your dad is probably thinking that I'm taking a shit", he grinned, and Violet laughed. He just smiled, and walked out leaving Violet standing alone in her room. Violet fell down to her bed, and sighed. Another weird chat with Tate. Tate... Tate... Tate. She liked to say his name.