A/N: Sorry its so sort and shitty. This move is taking a lot out of me. Please review!

"White, white as a sheet

I saw a ghost, I think it was me

I've got to get out

Out of this town

It's scary

Sometimes when I sleep

I miss my home, I miss my tree

And now it's up to them to carry me back up to the top"

Barcelona-falling out of trees

"I should have believed you—about Tate," Violet says to me, her expression nothing more than visible pain. I watch her closely, keeping the distance between us.

"What exactly do you mean?" I question her softly.

"The day I killed myself was the day I found out about Tate being dead and what he did to those kids. I thought I was losing my mind. You don't understand the bomb that went off inside me. I found Constance in the kitchen smoking a cigarette, as usual. She knew that I had found out. Don't ask me how, maybe it was that medium. She told me that Tate began losing his way in this house; that the house drove him insane—changed him. At the time it seemed like bullshit, but Constance was right about it in the end, wasn't she? I was blind to the reality of it."

I felt my throat close up, unable to respond. All along she knew deep down that my idea wasn't so insane afterall. Maybe it had been hard for her to accept out of fear. Or maybe she really had been blinded and only saw Tate as a monster because that's all he seemed to be.

"I want to help you—with Tate."

And as it left her lips I couldn't help but stare at her blankly.

"Come again?"

She removed herself from the bed and walked over to me somewhat sluggishly.

"I want to help. If something really is taking control of Tate, and I'm sure there is, then I want to make sure it burns in hell for what its done to him-to all of us."

"I actually think its use to hell so that won't do much good," I tried to smile slightly,"So what does this mean then? You forgive him? Can you even face him?"

The question, however uncomfortable it may have been to put out there, had to be said. I watched as Violet fidgeted before answering me.

"Mom and Dad can't know. I have a feeling it will be harder for them to accept. My dad saw a side of Tate I never saw and its embedded in his memory. I don't think he will be too keen on what we are doing. As for me forgiving Tate…."

She looked straight into my eyes and took a giant breath that made me hold mine.

"It wasn't him? Your certain?"

I let out the breath I had been containing.

"You already know my answer."

She simply nods slowly and replaces herself back on the bed, her eyes focusing out the window. I find a spot next to her and place her hand in mine, the frigidness overwhelming it.

"I have to confess something," I reply as she turns to face me and I can tell she is listening,"Before I came here I was never so confused, so overwhelmed and hurt. I see now why you cut. I had dealt with the dead hundreds of times with mom, but this place out of everything I've ever known is somehow breaking me. I guess you can see why I felt for Tate in the first place. I had sensed him differently than mom had, maybe because I'm younger and feel things differently. But I knew something wasn't right here as time went on. I was starting to realize what was going on within these walls. I couldn't understand why it seemed so impossible to some, and that's when you helped me see; everyone was simply blind. Everyone in this house has given up, accepted their fate. But I know Violet, if I can stop it, then everyone can move on. Maybe even leave the house for good. But I need you because you felt this way too once. You felt like you were going mad and I do feel it Violet. I 'm feeling it more and more everyday. I know you think I'm crazy for saying this, but when I'm around Tate, I feel like I'm normal again sometimes. I never intended to have this kind of relationship with him."

I hadn't realized my eyes had lost hers during my speech and I was scared to look back up at her. She squeezed my hand lovingly however, and I finally met her gaze once more, slight tears visible.

"I don't blame you for falling for him. When I first saw him it was as if I fell from the sky. I had never had that feeling before. It was surreal."

I can't help but feel my heart break a little bit in my chest and felt myself begin to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Violet. I would give anything to go back and change everything. Stop you from leaving or at least tried to come see you. I knew something was wrong and I should have listened to my gut. I have so many regrets, so many things I wish had turned out different. Even sleep is becoming more intolerable than it usually is."

She pulls me into a bone-crunching hug that I can't ever remember her giving me except when we were little and I return the favor. She wasn't just my best friend, she was my sister. I felt her inside of me. I wasn't embarrassed to breakdown in front of her or even felt weak as I had in front of Tate. With Violet, I was able to be myself.

"It wasn't your fault. Nothing was your fault. Me dying, me moving, you falling for Tate—even Marius."

I let go of her slowly, the mention of Marius stinging my ears. My eyes found the window and I craned my neck to see out of it; it was getting dark.

"Marius would never want to watch you waste away like this," Violet's voice swimming into my head,"You have to stop blaming yourself."

I look at her and wipe my eyes, my mascara staining my sleeve.

"I know. Its just hard to want something and know you can never have it back. In away, I'm afraid of letting you guys move on. I know that's selfish of me, but I can't imagine my life without you. Any of you. I'm so terrified. What if we can't stop it?"

"We will. You have no idea what your capable of."

I nod and decide to slap myself out of my self pity. There was still so much to do and so many questions to answer.

"Well, if you are going to help me then you can start right now. We need to find that medium and you're the only one whose met her here."

Violet frowns at me, her expression uncertain.

"Why do we need her? Your mom is a medium."

This was the one thing I was dreading to tell her, but I knew it had to be done. If there was any hope left in the house at all, then it was me and Violet. She was right as she always had been our whole lives. I had to put everything behind me and focus on the shit that was consuming me now. The burden would just become heavier if I let it. I thought about the future; a picture perfect life somehow laying ahead of me and Tate would be there and so would everyone else. But, they would be happy and free and decide to stay with me rather than move on. It was selfish of to want that, but it was the only thing that sent some sort of ray of sunlight in my mind. Even if it was impossible, it was certainly better than never being able to escape this hell. I could still remember our lives before of all of this. How had everything gotten so fucked up? I braced myself for the reaction Violet would give me as I opened my mouth and told her about Michael.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," I said as me and Tate layed on the roof, the stars gracing the sky like tiny diamonds placed so perfectly in their positions. I felt Tate's fingers intertwined in mine.

"I can stay like this forever," he said playfully,"You however, can't"

I leaned my head slightly to look at him, only to be greeted by his own eyes. He had been watching me. For how long, I didn't know.

"Once I set everyone free you'll be able to move on. Maybe even leave whenever you want."

He frowned,"What makes you think I would move on?"

I looked away from him, averting my eyes back up to the midnight blue abyss. There was a long pause until I heard him speak again.

"Your going to leave after all of this aren't you?"

I looked back at him quickly and sat up.

"What makes you think that?"

He shrugged," Everyone leaves this place. Either dead or alive—screaming."

I rested my arms on my knees and looked ahead of me.

"Actually, I had intended to leave, but only because there would be nothing for me here after everyone moved on."

Tate finally sat up and stared at me seriously.

"How could you even think any of them would leave you. They would stay, Azura. I would stay. What the fuck do I need to go to a better place for? I mean, if I even got into a better place. Ever since you got here…things feel right again. I never thought they would again."

I close my eyes and exhale loudly.

"This is all hypothetical of course. I don't even know if I can do it yet. Its destroying me."

Tate cups my face in his hands and I feel a sudden sense of safeness from it that I can't ever remember getting from any other guy. Maybe that's because Tate wasn't just another guy.

"Everything's going to be okay. I promise."

"Sometimes it feels like nothing's changed. Not true of course. Everything's changed. If Marius saw me now he probably wouldn't even recognize me."

And when he puts his lips to mine the world fades away.

"Are you still having trouble sleeping?" he asks as he pulls away from me and I feel myself craving him more," I'll stay with you tonight if you want."

I close my eyes and lean my forehead against his, nodding. I had suffered from Parasomnia since I was little and my nightmares were as vivid in my head as they were when I was awake. I always saw the dead. Always felt the pain. I had never been able to sleep properly until Tate came along. As we settled into bed I felt him press against me, whispering into my ear about how he would never let anything happen, how he would always be here. I felt my eyes begin to close from the softness of his voice and saw nothing but white light when I finally succumbed to sleep.

"I'll always be here. If that's what you want."