Tate POV:

I walked to the front door of the Murder House. I hoped that soon enough, I could get close to Violet and bring her to her senses before it was too late. I knocked on the door, to be answered by none other than Moira. "What are you doing, Langdon?" Moira asked me. "What I've planned on doing for the longest tome. Join the living, Moira. Have a little fun." I said. Vivien walked up behind her. "Moira, who do we have here?" she asked. "Hi, I'm Tate Langdon, I'm one of Ben's patients." I introduced myself. She smiled and said, "Well hello, Tate, I'm Vivien. Ben left out for a moment, but he'll be back soon. Why don't you go take a seat in his office, and he'll be with you momentarily." "Why, of course," I said politely.

In Ben's office, the walls were lined with different books pertaining to psychology. At that time, I felt like a psycho path. Here I was, in a psychologist's office. Who would've imagined? The fact that I was dead had long since set in. "Hello, Tate, I'm Ben," he announced.

Violet POV:

He was cute. But he had to be crazy, considering that he was one of my dad's patients. Whatever. Who was I to call him crazy? Wasn't I the one who tried to kill myself last night? It couldn't be much worse than that. Maybe he had family issues. In that case, I did too. The possibilities were endless. Family issues. Why did mom even move here with him? Its pathetic, really. If your husband cheats on you, the logical thing to do, would be to leave him so that he wouldn't have to promise that it'd never happen again. That way, you're positive that it won't happen again. I felt the urge coming again. I had to do something to end it. I grabbed my razor blade and headed to the bathroom. I sat by the sink, and made the first cut. It stung, but otherwise, it didn't really bother me. In fact, it was almost pleasurable. I did it again and again, until I heard the door open. I quickly turned around, and to my surprise, it was the guy.

"You know, if you're trying to kill yourself, you should cut vertically. They can't stitch that up," he said. At that, I said nothing. "How'd you get in here?" I asked dumbly. "If you're trying to kill yourself, you might want to try locking the door," he said with a smirk. I smiled. "I'm Violet," I said. "I'm Tate. Wanna hang out sometime?" he asked. I nodded and smiled. "You might want to clean that up," he said nodding at my arm. "I probably should. Sorry about that, by the way. Its just me and my parents here normally and they don't seem to notice much," I say sheepishly shrugging. "It's cool. I'm used to it," he smiled. Wow. "So uh, yeah, um," I said stupidly laughing. "I'll wait downstairs," he said understanding. He closed the door, and I looked at myself in the mirror.

What was I going to do? I still felt sad. I still was more than upset. What was I going to do? Would I kill myself, would I stick it through? Would I seek help? I was scared. I felt alone. I cleaned my arm off, and pressed a towel to it. The fresh cuts stung. Putting the towel in the linen basket, I put my razor blade in my pocket and walked downstairs where Tate sat down on the couch, waiting for me. "Violet, is that you honey? We need to talk!" my mom called from the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks at the top of the staircase. "Can it wait?" I asked. "Not if you want to say goodbye to your father!" she called back. I gave Tate an apologetic look. He shrugged his shoulders giving a 'what else are you going to do?' kind of look. I nodded and walked downstairs into the kitchen. "Looks like you finally gained some sense, mom. As for you, dad…I'm not sure that I'll actually miss you. All you've really done is caused us havoc, so uhh. Bye?" I said and walked into the living room. I sat down on the couch by Tate. "I just basically told my dad that I was glad I'd never see him again," I said in shock. "I know," he replied. Putting my head in my hands, I let the tears roll. My life was becoming a huge mess. I felt arms encircle me and bring me close. I looked up to see Tate. It was like he and I just clicked. I didn't have to explain, he just knew. "I know, Violet. My dad left when I was younger. When he left, I remembered all the times that when I was upset with him, I just wanted him to leave and never come back, and I told him so. I was only 5 or 6. This is between your parents. It doesn't have anything to do with you, Vi," Tate said holding me tighter. In his arms, the sadness just kind of subsided. "You know, a few friends of mine are hosting a party on Halloween. Would you possibly want to be my date?" he asked me. "Yeah, I'd love to," I smiled.

Even though my dad had pretty much ditched us, and we were stuck here, I was pretty happy for the rest of my day. At dinner that night, Mom and I actually talked for the first time in a long time. Dad wasn't here to make everything awkward. We didn't really talk about anything in particular, we just mi d of talked about anything in everything in general. It felt like my life was looking up for a change.

When I went to bed that night, I didn't feel the need to cut. I sat up, reading and smoking a cigarette. It was so peaceful. It was odd, and I enjoyed it.

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Stupid alarm clock. I sat up and looked around my room. It looked like one of those movie moments that made you feel so at ease. The sun shined through onto my bed, through the window, and birds chirped outside. When I got out of bed and opened my bedroom door, the smell of almond flavored pancakes hit my nose. Things were changing for the better. At breakfast, mom and I both talked again, and we both actually laughed. It made me almost want to cry. Things had been a mess when I woke up yesterday, and when I woke up today, the burden no longer sat on my chest. We were happy, it was perfect.