Tate hadn’t seen Violet in what felt like years. He missed her so much. The night she told him to ‘Go away’ was the night he truly died, inside anyway. He was completely dead now, nothing else mattered. The one thing that he deeply cared about was gone, just like that. He didn’t exactly know how long it had been since he’d last seen Violet, he couldn’t smell her any more. Hell, he tried so hard to remember her scent but he couldn’t, he even tried to focus on the great parts of their relationship and the life they were going to have together but it didn’t help, not even a little bit, not even at all. She was gone and with each passing day the pain got worse and worse, the days almost seemed endless. Everyday felt like a battle, blocking the feelings out hurt even more than trying to remember. He felt hopeless and alone, more alone than ever before. Tate screamed, and cried. His cries lingered in the hallways of the house each day but it didn’t help because no matter how hard he cried or screamed the hole in his heart would never close. Tate was in hell, and no matter how much he wanted to die and actually stay dead, he couldn’t. He tried killing himself daily but nothing worked, much to his disappointment there was always a way for him to come back.

Tate was completely lonely now. Being alone, that was the ultimate torture for him. Everything he didn’t want to be, he was slowly becoming; this lonely, tortured, broken and twisted soul and as much as he wanted to blame Violet he knew that he’d caused this himself. “Tate, you are the darkness” Violets words echoed in his head, repeatedly. He wanted the words to leave him alone, to get out of his head, he pulled on his hair and shook his head roughly but those words hurt and they weren’t going anywhere, they lingered in his head, almost laughing at him. “Go away” Tate spat to himself, maybe he was going insane or maybe he just couldn’t accept the fact that this was his ghostly life now. He’d committed the most horrific crimes in the name of love and now he paid the price, his deadly actions had brought him the most intense pain imaginable.

Violet hadn’t left her room in weeks. She couldn’t bare it. The hallways, the kitchen, the basement, the sitting room, everywhere in this god damn house reminded her of Tate. Even her room, this dark, gloomy, cold room. Ever since that night her mind had battled with her unbeating heart, she hardly felt anything any more, Tate had destroyed everything that was important in her life, including them both. She didn’t understand how she could still love him after everything he’d done, but she did and as much as she hated herself for it she knew her feelings wouldn’t change.

As she lay on her bed she felt like the darkness of her room was swallowing her whole. She hated this house. Why did she allow herself and her family to move in here? She knew the moment she saw this house that it wasn’t quite normal, it had this cold and dark vibe to it, but it was that same darkness that attracted her the most. Tate. Even though she’d banished him she could still feel his presence. She could hear his cries. But she knew she was doing the right thing. She could never forgive him for the pain and sorrow he’d caused. He had to pay for what he did. As much as she wanted to forgive him and have things back to the way they were, she knew she was doing the right thing. Nothing would ever be normal, nothing would ever be the same, ever.

Tears fell from her eyes, why did all of this bullshit have to happen to her? Why did her dad have to go and have an affair and make them move all the way out here just so he could rekindle his marriage? Why did her mom have to go and get pregnant with the ‘Antichrist’? Why was her life so fucked up? Violet sat up quickly, placed her hand under her pillow and then brought it back out, she placed the sharp razor blade which she had got from under the pillow on her wrist and began slowly slicing away at her skin, the funny thing was that it was pointless because she couldn’t feel anything, no real pain, no hurt, no tears, all she felt was the blood dripping from her wrists onto her knees.

Knowing that this place, this house, this room was where she was going to spend the rest of her immortal life, Violet couldn’t help but despair. All she really wanted was to move on, but it was never going to happen now. This was her punishment. If she had just ignored the darkness, maybe this would never have happened.