Cocksucker
Epilogue
"Are you Violet?"
Violet jumped, slammed her locker shut, and shrieked when it revealed a girl her own age with a blood clotted hole in her forehead.
Melodie winced. "Quiet! You want them," she rolled her head toward the other students milling in the hall, "to think you're more of a freak than they already do?"
"'Cuz that's possible." Violet crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against her locker. "What do you want?"
"You to deliver a message to Tate."
"Fuck that. You and the dead breakfast club can go to hell."
"We're already there."
Violet didn't have anything to say to that. She looked away from Melodie, fixing her eyes on the fire extinguisher in its glass case on a nearby wall. "I'll make you a deal," Violet finally said. "I'll deliver your message, if you tell me why he did it."
Melodie bit her lip. "It was my fault. That's all I can say. I promised him."
"Your fault, huh? Who were you to Tate? Like his girlfriend or something?"
"No one of importance. You gonna deliver my message or not?"
"Sure, ghost girl, why not."
"Tell him I'm sorry. I could have saved him, and I didn't."
Violet wrinkled her nose and adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"I can't tell you that. Will you tell him?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell him, whatever, but if it's really your fault he's dead, I don't think 'sorry' is gonna cut it." She started to walk away.
"I know." The sadness with which she said it made Violet turn back around. "But I've apologized to all the others… and I don't think I can move on until he's forgiven me. And I don't wanna stay here anymore." Melodie clasped her hands in front of her and stared at her feet.
"Hey, you're tellin' me."
"So you'll tell him?"
"Sure." Violet started for class, then spun back. "Hey, wait! I didn't get your…" But Melodie had vanished. "…name."
A/N: This piece was so supposed to be finished here, but I'm kind of falling in love with Melodie and how her story could weave into Tate and Violet's 'lives'.