I paced back and forth in my living room, hoping she would show up. 7:30, 7:31, 7:32, 7:33. The voices laughed in my head “Shut up,” I grunted through clenched teeth. I hit my head against the wall and let out a loud sigh in frustration, wincing as the voices became louder and louder. “STOP!” I yelled pulling at my hair. That’s when the thoughts of killing people, hurting people, hurting myself, the side of me I tried to keep hidden from the world. The part of me they told me I was psychotic. “NO!” I yelled “I don’t want to hurt anyone, please, leave me ALONE!” I screamed. I fell to my knees, and began to bang my head as hard I could on the floor “STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP!” I sobbed in between each hit. “I won’t let you take me over,” I muttered. I stood up and ran out the door, slamming it shut. I started to walk to school, alone for the first time in months. I was breathing heavy, putting my headphones to my walkman on, playing my favorite tape by The Smiths. I sped up my pace, trying to not look at her house, soon making it into the school. I tried, I tried so hard to stop what was inside of me from coming out, it was like a bottle of soda that someone had shaken up. Anything could release that pressure. I hurried and grabbed my things from my locker, taking my headphones off for a moment. “Hey,” I heard beside me, I looked over to see Stephanie standing there. I didn’t say anything as she still stood there. “I’m sorry if you’re mad at me, I just really like you.” “I don’t like you, sorry,” I said immediately after “What?” “I said, I don’t like you. I’m sorry,” I repeated myself, staring her down this time. “You asshole,” She said as she slapped me “I have a girlfriend… I don’t want you, stop trying to force it on me.” I said as I grabbed her wrist and moved her away from me. I started to walk away from her as she tried to follow me “Don’t you walk away from me, you dick head!” I didn’t say anything or look back at her, and then Kyle stood by the door to my next class, smirking at me. “Long time no see, where’s your scary little girlfriend?” I went to walk passed him, and held his arm in front of me. I tried to move it out of the way, but he pulled me back by the shirt and shoved me into a locker. I stared at him. So frustrated, so full of rage, hurt, pain. My mouth curled into a smile and I started to laugh, hysterically. Everyone started to stare at me, then I looked Kyle right in the eyes, and spit right in his face. “Hit me,” I said with a smile. That’s when Kyle began to beat the living shit out of me. I continued to laugh, which made him angry. 

I could feel it in each blow he hit me with. He hit me repeatedly in the face, still with the same smile I had. “Stop fucking smiling you fucking freak!” He yelled. He took his knee, and pulled me down, digging it into my stomach. The wind flew out of me, and I coughed as I fell to the ground. Still smiling at me. “Pussy,” I said, coughing while I laughed at him still. “STOP FUCKING LAUGHING!” He yelled at me, that’s when 2 of his other friends began to kick me, stomp on my face, my chest, and kick me in the back and in the stomach. Blood spat out of my mouth, as Kyle climbed on top of me, his knees digging in my armpits, punching me as hard as he could in my face. His knuckles becoming bloody as he did. When he finally stopped, I rolled over and spat blood all over the floor. “Had enough yet?! Gunna not fucking laugh dick head?!” He yelled in my face. I was breathing heavily, “I didn’t feel…A thing,” I said with a laugh which turned into coughing. Stephanie ran over to where I was, I looked up at her and she kicked mein the side “That’s what you deserve, asshole,” She said and then ran off Kyle laughed, then he kicked me as hard as he could in the head, which made me feel dizzy. I looked around at all the people, who stood their staring at me on the ground, snickering to each other. “What’s going on?!” Yelled the principal as he parted the crowd. He looked at me “Jesus Christ!” He yelled as he knelt down. “Tate, are you okay?” He asked looking at me. I smiled at him “When have you ever cared,” I said as I pushed him away, I stood myself up, trying to gain footing back. I stumbled like I was drunk holding myself up, with the wall. My blood smearing on the lockers. “Son, we should really get you to a doctor, you may have a concussion.” The principal said as he tried to hold me up. “Get the fuck off me I can fucking walk myself!” I scolded him as I made my way to the door. “Tate?” I heard behind me, in a soft voice. I turned around to see Tristen standing there. “Oh my god, what happened to you!” She exclaimed, as she ran over to me, her touch soothing me immediately. Everything was gone the instant she touched me. Tristen looked back at everyone and eyed Kyle who was having his knuckles looked over by teacher “You stupid, piece of shit!” She yelled as she yanked a math book from someone’s hands and hit him in the face with it, he fell to the ground and held his face. Holding on hand out in front of him. “I think you broke something in my face, please stop!” He pleaded as he sounded like he was crying. She looked at me, and her face turned red. She threw the math book at him and then she walked back over to me, helping me out of the school. I had her there, that’s all I cared about. Nothing else mattered whenever she came to me.

Originally posted by evanpetersasylum

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Originally posted by snickersnotknickers

“It only hurts for a second,” I said as we laid in the grass “Then what?” She asked biting her lip, this topic I could tell making her nervous. “Then it starts to feel good, at least that’s what I hear. I have never done it either.” I said in embarrassment that I was unexperienced. I had just never had a girl want me to fuck them, or anything like that. It would different with Tristen though, it wouldn’t be fucking. It would be… Meaningful. A way physically I could show her my feelings. “Well, we’ll see. I am still nervous about it.” “I have all the time in the world to wait for you,” I said smiling at her. When we went back to class from lunch, we noticed a someone different; someone who dressed more like us. She was new, or someone we just never noticed. She was tall, thin, and blonde. She hair all to one side. We both hugged before I went into my English class where the new girl also came in to. I sat down in the back of the class, just listening to the teacher, when the girl sat at the very back table with me. “Hey,” she said smiling as she dug through her bag. I smiled at her and tried to listen to the teacher. “You seem better than these facist douche bags, so I thought I’d sit with you. Was that girl your girlfriend you were with?” She whispered to me. “Yeah,” I said as I smiled. “Aw, all the cute ones are always taken.” I gave her a confused look as she smiled at me, biting her bottom lip slightly. That"s when I shook my head trying to process that she is coming onto me and smiled. “My name is Stephanie Boggs, what’s yours?” “Tate Langdon” “Oh, I like that name.” “Heh… Thanks,” “You don’t need to be shy, but I think it’s kind of cute you are.” She said with a smile. My face blushed as she complimented me and I tried to ignore her for the rest of class.

At lunch, Stephanie took it upon herself to sit down at the table I sat at while waiting for Tristen. She sat really close to me, where Tristen usually sat. “Can I sit with you? I didn’t think you’d mind.” She began to mess with my hair “It’s so curly! I like it a lot,” she rested her chin on her propped up arm and smiled at me. Tristen walked up to the table, her tray in her hands. She gave me a confused look and cleared her throat. Stephanie sat up and smiled “oh, sorry! Did you wanna sit here?” She said, in almost a condescending manner. I could she Tristen’s knuckles turn white from holding her Tray so hard. “No, I can sit here,” She said as she dropped her tray down. “My name is Stephanie, what’s yours?” “Tristen,” She said staring at her. Watching her every move with me. I got uncomfortable watching Tristen turn into a big cat, stalking her prey. Stephanie began to talk to us about where she was from, and what music she listened to. We both realized we had a lot in common with her and that maybe we should let her be our friend. She seemed odd though, almost like this was a façade and not really who she was. When the day ended and we started walking home, I had my arm around her tight. She was unusually quiet and I became exceedingly worried she was mad. “What’s wrong?” I blurted out. She sighed deeply “I did something bad, didn’t I?” I said stopping walking. “It wasn’t you, it was that girl. She was so… touchy and I didn’t like it. You didn’t exactly try to stop her either.” I looked down at my shoes the voices in head saying over and over “You fucked up, she hates you, she’ll leave you now,” “I’m…. S-sorry. Please, don’t be mad. You’re the only girl I want.” She looked up at me and her expression softened. “I am being too hard on you, god I’m sorry. It just made me mad. Not you, but her.” She then kissed me, to reassure me, the voices going quiet once more. I sighed with relief and hugged her. “Hey!” We heard, as Stephanie walked up to us “I live this way too, can I walk with you?” “Sure,” Tristen said as she grabbed my hand. “Rad!” Exclaimed Stephanie, walking beside us. “I just moved here, so I want to try and make friends.” She said taking a cigarette from out of her pocket. “You guys are perfect, you’re just like me.” Tristen laughed and held my hand tighter in defense. “Where did you move from ?” She asked Stephanie. “I moved from Arizona, my parents got divorced, my step dad tried to get in my pants, now here I am,” she said with a shrug. I coughed becoming uncomfortable, maybe she didn’t have a filter for what was and wasn’t okay. She walked with us until we got to her house, “well, hopefully I’ll see you 2 tomorrow, bye!” She waved to us and ran up to her house. Tristen grabbed my arm “I don’t trust that girl, I can tell she likes you,” She said as we walked to my house “Well, you’re the only girl I want so, who cares about her” I said with a shrugged, Tristen laughed and relaxed a bit. “Okay, you’re right, yeah… You’re right.” She said as she kissed me on the cheek. 

The month or so, Stephanie became weirder towards me whenever Tristen would leave the room as we had decided to give her a chance to be friends with us. I had invited her to hang out at my house with us a few times, and whenever she would leave, Stephanie would get really close to me. It would make me feel so uncomfortable that I would end up leaving her alone in my room until Tristen came back, and I didn’t know how to let Tristen know what was going on and that I did not want to be friends with this girl, without sounding too harsh. Stephanie also seemed like she would be… Jealous whenever Tristen would act affectionate with me. For example one day we had decided to sluff school, and to hang out on the beach. Tristen and I sat together, with Stephanie staring at us. “What?” Tristen said finally after about 10 minutes of the silent staring. “I just feel bad always being your fucking 3rd wheel, I don’t know,” She said as she threw a rock into the water. We both gave each other concerned expressions as she seemed to almost get angrier the more affectionate we were. That’s when she got up and started to storm off. Tristen rolled her eyes “Jesus, this girl is really starting to piss me the fuck off,” She said as I got up “Well, I’ll go see what’s wrong with her.” I said standing up. Tristen sighed “Okay, I say let her go, since that’s probably what she wants, is attention,” I caught up with Stephanie, and stopped her, black mascara was running down her face “Hey what’s wrong?” I asked her with a smile “I just…I can’t handle seeing you two together like that, I just… Really like you and wish you would be with me and not her.” “Well, Stephanie. I’m sorry, but that isn’t going to happen. I am with Tristen and I don’t plan on giving that up.” I said, becoming irritated with her. “Why not? You’re not even curious to what I’m like? I bet she’s a virgin, right?” I didn’t say anything “Virgins suck at everything, I’m not a virgin,” My face grew red “Oh my god… She is, isn’t she? You should at least kiss someone who knows how to kiss,” “Stop talking about her. This isn’t going to happen, so you can stop acting crazy like you are right now, or you can fuck off. Regardless, I don’t care right now. I really don’t have time for people who want to cause dumb ass drama in my life,” I said as I started to walk away. “You’ll regret it, Tate!” She yelled then stormed off “I won’t !” I yelled back at her, then returned to Tristen. I sat behind her, and she laid back, laying on me. I wrapped my arms around her, and laid my head on her shoulder “Sooo, I take it that it went bad?” “Yeah, I don’t really think we will see her much any more.” I said with a smile.

Originally posted by ahspumpedupkicks

We continued to sit there until it was dark outside, I had brought my music, and we were listening to The Cure, as I had lit a fire. She looked back at me and kissed me, blowing some of her smoke into my mouth. I laughed as I blew it out and we both continued to be quite silent. She got up off of me and then brushed herself off, “I gotta pee,” She said running to the port-a-potties that were not too far away. I laughed and thought, this maybe a perfect moment to tell Tristen how I felt about her. I grabbed a stick, and wrote in the sand. “I love you.” It said, as big as I could make it. I ran back to the blanket and she walked back I grabbed her hands “I have to show you something,” I said as I ran behind her and put my hands over her eyes. She laughed as we worked forward a bit, and then I moved her hands off of her eyes “It’s really corny, but I thought I might do this here.” She opened her eyes and looked at what I wrote out. The reaction she gave was not something I expected. As the smile on her face faded, and she looked like she was going to cry. She avoided my gaze and turned away from it. “I gotta go,” She said as she sped passed me, grabbing her things, and walking away. My heart sank as the voices started to go crazy. “Shut up.” I said under my breath, hitting myself in the head. I ran after her, the voices starting to get louder. “Tristen, please wait!” “Leave me aloe, Tate!” She yelled back. “What did I do?!” I yelled, my heart feeling like it was shattering. She stopped running and turned around to look at me “Just… Please, leave me alone.” She said as I got up to her “But, I meant it,” I said as I went to hug her, she pushed me away and wouldn’t let me touch her “I don’t understand! When you tell people how you feel, it isn’t supposed to be bad…” I said tears filling my eyes “You’re the only light, I’ve ever known. I don’t want to be without you, I want it to be you and me, together for always,” I said as I attempted to grab her again. She pushed me back again, then started to walk away once more. “Leave me alone,” she said again. “Just tell me what I did WRONG!” I screamed, as I began to sob. “Don’t do this!” She didn’t even look back and I watched her walk away, until she was no longer visible. The horrible things that I was seeing in my head were overwhelming “Shut up!” I cried as I started to repeatedly hit myself in the head. I walked back to the beach, and kicked the sand away from where I wrote the “I love you,” at. Crying as I did it. I put out the fire, grabbed the blanket, and the stereo. I then walked home, not saying a word to anyone, as I went upstairs and slammed my door. I shoved my face into my pillow and screamed as loud as I could. Wishing that the voices would stop telling me to hurt people… I didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially Tristen. I loved her, and I didn’t care if she loved me or not… Which I was thinking she didn’t, because of her reaction. I cried all night long until I finally had fallen asleep. 

Originally posted by gabidreamy

I got into my house, and rushed up the stairs, going into my room. I took my jacket off, and sat on the bed. The voices laughing heinously in my mind, “They’re coming to kill you,” it whispered. I exhaled softly and felt a weight sit next to me “What did you do, Tate?” I looked to see Tristen sitting there, a cigarette in her hand. I began to sob as I grabbed her and held her in my arms. She embraced me and hushed me. “Why? You had so much ahead of you. Now, you’re going to prison, or you’re going to die. Why did you do this?” She spoke. “Are you mad at me?” I whimpered as she spoke, laying my head on her lap. She sighed deeply “No. I am just disappointed that you threw it all away, for those scummy people.” “They killed you, and I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t save you,” I cried as I grabbed onto her. She ran her fingers through my hair “You tried, it’s okay, Tate.” She held me there for what felt like hours, then I could hear the sirens blaring in the distance. “They’ll be here soon, what do we do now?” I asked her, sniffling, holding her closer. “Enjoy this,” She whispered as she sat me up. She kissed me lovingly, and held my face in her hands. I could hear them rushing in, and my mom screaming. “HE’S JUST A BOY! LET ME TALK TO HIM! TATE?! PLEASE, HURT MY SON!” “Goodbye Tate,” she whispered in my ear, disappearing. I cried for a minute then I sighed deeply and composed myself as they kicked down my door, all their lazers on their rifles pointed at my chest. I stood up and put my hands in the air. I made my hand into the shape of a gun, holding to my head and sounding the sound of a gun. That’s when I grabbed my gun from under my blanket, and they all shot me at once. I fell to the ground, squirming around in pain, as I felt myself unable to breath. My mom was screaming in the distance, and the swat team scrambled, getting on their walkies to say that they shot me in. I felt the horrible pain in my chest, as I kicked my legs, trying to get a breath, but my legs were full of holes, and could not get air into my body, I became terrified, violently trashing, not wanting to die. “Tate, don’t worry, I’m here.” I looked over to see her sitting there, with a smile. “You don’t need to be afraid, let go.” She kissed me gently. “I’ll be here, always and forever.” I felt comfort and stobbed struggling the sounds around me beginning to dim out, and everything becoming blurry. “I love you, Tate.” She whispered as it all became black.

I woke up suddenly, not knowing what had just happened. All I know is I wanted Tristen, I could hear a lot of noises in my room. I looked around and saw a bunch of SWAT in my room. I became confused “Why are you in my room?!” I yelled, none of them even looked at me. “Time of death, 11:45 AM.” “Who? Who is dead?” They didn’t say anything to me still, and began to walk down the stairs. I looked and say they were wheeling a stretcher with a body bag on it out the door, my mom hysterically crying on the floor as they tried to comfort her. I went back to my room and saw a pool of blood in my carpet. I sat at the top step, biting my nails in nervousness. The cournier walked passed me making me jump. “Hey, will you please-” but she didn’t even look at me. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” I screamed. That’s when my mom looked up at me, stopping crying for a moment, her face completely surprised. “Mrs. Langdon, are you okay?” “Uuuuh… Yes, just thought I… nevermind.” I began to panic, trying to get everyone’s attention, that’s when I grabbed a candle off of the desk in the hallway, and threw it down the stairs. Everyone was completely startled watching the candle fly down the steps, going quiet and looking around. “See me!!” I screamed. I began to cry “All I want is for someone see me… What did I do? Am I dead?” I said as I laid my head down on the floor, my body stricken with panic. “Yes, what happened doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m here!” I looked to see Tristen there and she sat beside me. “What happened to me? I don’t remember anything, the last thing I remember is being at the carnival, and then… this.” I said as she held me. “We’re both dead, Tate, but we’re together, right?” She held my hand and I felt a calmness wash over. “I’m here, forever.” She kissed me on the forehead, and we both stood up. My mom took another look up the stairs, and smiled up at us. I could then, she could see us, but the officers couldn’t. “Why can’t they see us?” “We’re not strong enough yet, Tate. She sees us, because wants to, but we will be able to show ourselves at any time soon,” I was okay with the idea of dying, no matter how it happened, as long as I had her.

Originally posted by kittyverena

Originally posted by little-diable

All I could hear was the beeping of the machines in the hospital, as the police tried to get me to talk to them about what happened. I was numb, I didn’t want to live anymore. I wanted to know who did this, who killed her. “Tate,” “Huh?” I said breaking from my silence. “I know you are upset, but these men want to help find who did this. They can only help if you tell them. So, talk to them, son.” “We were walking home, and 5 people jumped us. That’s all I know.” I said coldly, the officer sighed and wrote in his notepad. “Do you know anyone, who would be jealous, or would feel like they didn’t like you both? With the intense amount of stabbing, it seems personal. So, anyone you can think of, Tate. Maybe, someone from school?” That’s when it clicked in my head, seeing them at the carnival, and in that moment I knew, I knew exactly who it was. I looked up at the police “No,” I spoke and rolled over. I wanted to take it into my own hands, I wanted to hurt them. Hurt them like they hurt me, like they hurt her. “You have to kill them,” the voices in my head started “A life for a life, they must pay,” It all made sense what I needed to do. What I needed to do was to kill them. The police couldn’t do what I could do, jail wouldn’t be enough, death was the deserved justice.

The next few days blurred together as I was entranced with the obsessive thoughts of murder, of revenge. The car ride home I stared out the window with a blank stare, plotting. “Tate, you don’t have to go to school, there are only 3 days left.” I didn’t say anything back to her, making my way into the house with haste. The voices so loud, but I didn’t fight them, I embraced the darkness, I embraced the fear, I embraced the pain. I got dressed and decided to go downtown, to meet with a drug dealer in town, in the bad areas of town. I found her, by a hotel downtown, standing in an alley. Her name, was Sally. “Hey,” I said coming up to her. She smiled at me and took a drag from her cigarette. “Hello, cutie. What are you looking for?” She said as she touched my face. “Some people I know, said you were holding.” I said with a blank expression. “I’ll hold anything you want baby, what do you want?” “Speed, a gun.” I said quietly, she laughed “Follow me,” I walked with her into the hotel, that said “Hotel Cortez,” on the building, it was an older looking hotel, scummy people wandering around. We headed up the elevator, and to her room. She pulled out a bag, and showed me all the guns she had. I picked up a shotgun, and looked it over, then picking up a handgun as well"I want this one,“ I said coldly, she then handed me a small baggie filled with clear crystels “This can be on the house, because you’re gorgeous.” She said smiling at me, and biting her lip. I smiled at her “Thank you,” I said as I concealed the gun in my coat, handing her money for the gun and the bullets “Have fun with whatever you’re doing, doll. Come back, if you ever want anything from Sally,” I nodded to her and made my way to school. I got into the building, slipping into the bathroom. I crushed up the speed she had give me and snorted most of it. Taking a minute to look at myself as everything became less detailed “Kill them, kill them, all of them, kill them all,” I nodded at myself in the mirror, taking the shotgun out and loading it. I walked out into the hall and kicked the door into a classroom, and began to shoot into the crowd. Everyone screamed, scrambling around. I shot into the crowd, shooting one student in the back, that was on the football team, and one in the head, killing them instantly. I walked out into the crowd of people running in the halls shooting randomly as the past, some people falling to the ground. That"s when I saw Andrew run into the library, trying to lock the door I knew Chloe and Kyle would be there studying. I got up to the door, and started to try to open it. It was closed off, I walked to the second door, and I could feel someone covering it. I held the gun, and shot through it, finally getting it open seeing Mr. Carmichael on the ground. I walked over him, seeing Stephanie, I walked in the aisle of books on the side of her pushing books over by her head. She screamed and fell to her knees. I walked to her and looked into her eyes. “Tate, no!” She said, shaking. “You killed her, I loved her.” I whispered. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? That I would want you?” She didn’t say anything as she began to sob. “Answer me one question, and I might let you go.” She loooked up at me, her mascara smearing down her face. “Do you believe in god?” “Yes,” she said. “Wrong answer, you ugly bitch,” I pressed the gun to her head and shot her. I walked around to Andrew, as he laid back and pleaded “No, please no! "I… I ran! I ran away! I ran away, Tate!” I didn’t say anything as I shot him too. I saw Amir on the phone, as I walked up to him he dropped the phone and looked up at me. I pointed the gun at his face as his whole body shook. I pulled the trigger, shooting him in the face. As I walked around looking for more people. “Hey, freak!” I turned around and cocked my gun. “That’s enough, you need to get the fuck out of here.” I stared at him for a moment, smiling at him. He gave me a confused look then walked up to me “You never even had the bells, then blasted I it point blank at his chest, Kyle flying back into the tables. I heard Chloe start screaming, as I violently flipped the table. She looked at me, jumping as I cocked my gun. "Please! Why?” I inhaled heavily “You know why,” I whispered to her, blasting the gun at her. I could hear the police sirens, and I made a run out the door back to my house, to wait for them there.

Originally posted by psycho-tate-ahs

“If we get married, would your mom freak out if my dress was black?” She asked looking through a magazine while half way laying on my lap. I giggled “Yeah probably, probably give off some huge deal about how I am marrying the devil.” She laughed “we are so perfect it’s sick do you realize this?” She said with a smile “ I know, fuck you for taking so long!” I said kissing her all over face. “Stop!” She protested pushing my face away while laughing. “Nope, can’t, won’t!” I said between each kiss. She sat up, then jumped on me, pinning me down. “Who has the upper hand now?” She said with a raised brow. I bit my lip and smiled as I looked up at her. “Still me!” I yelled as I pinned her down. She couldn’t move an inch and finally just gave up and glared at me. I leaned down and kissed her, feeling my heart flutter in my chest. I could be with her forever. Just like this. “So, what are we doing today?” I asked her “Carnival,” she responded. I pouted, I hated being in public and she was bothering me about this dumb carnival for weeks now. I rolled my eyes “Fine! We will go to the dumb carnival, but I won’t like it,” I complained. She got excited and we both got ready to go, the only way I was excited was for the fact it was her I was going with. As we arrived, my anxiety kicked in at all the people there. She noticed, and grabbed my hand, pulling me back to the ground, I looked at her, and she smiled at me reassuringly. I felt comforted, and smiled back at her. We went through all the games, even winning a few games, and as the night dwindled down, she convinced me to get on the farris wheel. As we reached the top of it, we both were excited to see how beautiful the city lights looked. I grabbed her and held to me tightly, pulling up her chin to kiss her. The carnival music in the background, the lights on the farris wheel lighting up her face in the darkness. As we stopped kissing I smiled at her “I love you,” I said to her. “I love you,” she responded with.

We got off of the farris wheel, and started to get ready to leave. “Oh, is that Stephanie? Hanging out with Chloe, Kyle, and them?” She asked looking over. I looked over and scoffed “Losers.” I muttered, and grabbed her hand. Pulling her off towards home. “She’s staring at me, something doesn’t feel right, Tate. Let’s wait until they leave,” she pleaded with me. I sighed “ I don’t want to get in a fight is all,” I said, trying to hide how sweaty my palms were. “Tate, please.” I held her closer, “If we stay, odds are we are going to get in a fight,” I said calmly, “If we go home, we will not get in any fights.” She rooted herself in the grass, I rolled my eyes, and stood right next to her “Fine we will wait,” I said huffing as I stood beside her. We went to a few different attractions, before finally leaving when it closed. The sun had gone down, and it was now very dark. We walked hand in hand towards the house, as we passed some people huddled together in a park, she started squeezing my hand to a point of where it hurt. “Tate,” she whispered into my ear as I noticed they had started to follow us. “It’s alright, just keep walking…” Then I looked ahead of us, to see people in similar dark clothing walking towards us. “Cross the street,” I said yanking her, we ran across the street, and onto the side walk, to which they continued to follow us. That’s when one of them hid on the corner of a building we were walking passed, and clothes lined us with his arm. We both fell backwards. I jumped back up, pulling her to her feet. I held her behind me, and walked backwards, making her body between me and the wall. They all surrounded us, as Tristen quietly wept behind me, her whole body was trembling from fear. “We don’t have any money, or anything, so you should go.” I said sternly “I’m warning you, I-” Thats when one of them grabbed me by the hair, and onto the ground, they all began to beat the shit out of me, even to a point of hitting me in the head. I could hear Tristen screaming, and that’s when I felt her body jump on me and she wrapped her body around mine, protecting my head from the hits. “NO!” I yelled trying to get her off me, as I could tell she was taking most of the hits from these people who had baseball bats, brass knuckles, and strong fists. She was crying out as they ruthlessly beat her, I was losing my mind trying to get her off of me, but she held on tightly, refusing to allow me to be hurt. Then she let out a scream, and I could tell this pain was different. “Oh my god! Did you just fucking stab her?” One of them said. “It’s too late to back out, don’t be such a pussy!” That person I heard, dropped his weapon and took off running. They pulled her off of me then, and I went to stand up to check if she was okay, and I felt myself get kicked in the back of the head, and a heavy foot forcing me down to the ground. “What are you doing with her?!” I yelled, as they kept me restrained, forcing me to look over at her. She was kicking her legs. “Please! Get me to a hospital, I think I’m dying!” She cried out in a voice that would always haunt me. Pure terror and fear in her normally calm pitch, which caused me an internal shiver. “Please, don’t kill me! Don’t let me die!” She pleaded. I struggled trying to get them off of me. I reached out my hand to her “Tate!” She cried out, and that’s when the person who had her began to stab her repeatedly. “NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOO!” I cried out, screaming as I listened to the sounds of Tristen’s flesh being penetrated with a long hunting knife, the sound of her screaming, trying to get away, and her choking on her own blood. I fought as hard as I could to get to her. Trying one of my nails off from clawing the concret so hard. “PLEASE NO MORE STOP NO MORE!” I screamed as I could see her thrashing violently, a pool of blood now surrounding her, I closed my eyes as I wailed in pain from seeing what was happening. “Watch!” Yelled on of the people on me as he grabbed a handful of my hair, and hit my head on the sidewalk. I felt a sharp, hot, horrible pain in my side suddenly, realizing I had been stabbed too. Then one of them took the basebat, and hit me in the head with it, knocking me out cold.

Originally posted by satanic-beauty

“Mrs. Langdon, after examining Tate and doing some tests. I have found that your son is a… Deeply disturbed young man. He is only 13, but I have noticed some patterns in him that strongly resemble schizoaffective disorder, and quite severe depression.” My mom chuckled, putting an arm around my shoulders “Disturbed… My son is not disturbed, doctor. He is a sweet boy! What is this ‘schizoaffective’ disorder you are talking about?” “Mrs. Langdon, I understand that hearing your son, has some problems isn’t always easy to hear. Schizoaffective disorder can range from having a trigger that causes episodes of halluncinations, delusion, aggressive behavior, isolating themselves, mania, psychosis and very severe times of depression. There are some… options available for treatment, we can even try electroshock therapy to help with the systems, however treatment options are limited with this illness. We can even try some medications.” I looked up at my mom, who had her hand on her chest, staring at the doctor in disbelief. 2 tears rolled down her cheeks. “Doctor, my mom is not disturbed, he is a bright, sweet boy. I will not allow my sweet son, to be electrocuted, and a test subject.” “Mrs. Langdon, please. The sooner we treat Tate, the better it is for him long term. People who have this disorder can be violent, have serious problems” My mom stood up, having me stand up too. She lit a cigarette “You need to have a better solution for me, before I will sign my son’s rights away to be examined and tortured. He’s a human being.”

“Hey, Tate. Aren’t you going to finish your dinner.” I looked up at my mom, glaring at her. “No,” I said “Oh, he talked. That’s the first time in weeks.” Chuckled my step dad. I glared over at him too, and stood up without saying anything else, making my way up the stairs. “Constance, don’t you think that we should get him seen again? Maybe see if he is taking his medications? He’s been acting more odd than usual.” My mom rolled her eyes and drank more wine “Shut the fuck up. Your voice is like nails scratching down a chalk board.” She said as she sat her glass down. I went upstairs and laid down on my bed, hitting play on my stereo as I did. Playing Nirvana, my favorite band. One thing that helped to stop the chaotic mess in my head. I rolled over on my side, feeling so alone, feeling myself wanting to cry, but being unable to. What a different kind of hell, having your emotions bottle up so intensly. Then my mind wandered back to her, the girl who sat down next to me. I hoped she would talk to me more, when I went back to school. Hopefully, maybe I made a friend. I heard a knock on my door through the music, I tried to ignore it, but then my mom opened the door. “Tate?” She said as she turned off the stereo. I didn’t say anything to her. She sat down at the foot of my bed and sighed, “I love you, son. You know that. Are you feeling okay? Are the medications helping you feel better?” “Why do you suddenly care?” I snapped “I haven’t felt okay, in years. You have just ignored the fact that something was wrong, and continued to drink more to try to drown me out when I needed you!” I yelled. She gave me an angry glare as she stood back up. “Maybe I should have let you taken you away to the hospital, at least then I wouldn’t have an ungreatful asshole for a son like you.” “Get out.” I said pointing to the door. She slammed the door behind her, and I felt so angry. I held my hands over my ears trying to drown out the voices I was hearing. “Go away!” I screamed trying to drown them out. I turned my music back up as loud as it would go, trying to silence the voices. “Please, just leave me alone!”

I approached the school steps the next morning. It was unusually cold, the wind was blowing in my face. I clentched my jacket tightly and made my way up the steps. “Hey! Tate!” I heard behind me. I turned around, to see Tristan coming towards me. I smiled, as everything seemed entirely okay for that moment. She smiled at me and walked up to me “Do you want to share this with me?” She whispered in my ear flashing a cigarette that she had, in her fishnet covered hand, her fingers exposed out of it, I looked over her perfectly painted nails, and then looked back up to her. “Yeah,” I said with a smile. “Okay, let’s go over here.” I looked at how she was dressed today, her hair in short pig tails, 2 skeleton earings dangling from her ears, dark shade of red, looking beautiful against her pale skin. Her shirt read “Bauhaus,” that she wore over the fishnets on her arms. We got to a spot where we were hidden and she lit the cigarette. She smiled and handed to me, her lip stick stained on the filter. I inhaled a drag of it, and looked back at her. “You’re shy, huh?” She said suddenly “Um, kind of. People don’t usually talk to me.” “I don’t see why they wouldn’t, I’ll talk to you now.” She said sweetly as she took the cigarette from me, and took a drag of it. “So, I take it that Westfield High is not very friendly to people who aren’t society’s view of normal,” she asked as she gave me back the cigarette. I flicked the ash that had grown on the end and shook my head. “No, I hate it here.” “Well, I’ll be here now! I think you and I will have a lot of classes together. Maybe we could hang out outside of school, I can show you my tapes. I think you’d like the music I listen to.” She said. I tried to hide how happy I was by biting on my lip. “I would like that,” I said smiling at her. “I would like it too, Tate. How about today we hang out at your house?” “O-okay. After school today.” “Awesome, I am looking forward to it. Let’s go to school,” she said putting the cigarette out with her boot. I think in that moment, she had me. She didn’t even need to say much. I think she might have known it too, that she had me. I was all hers. Never had anyone been so kind to me. Especially someone this beautiful.

Originally posted by bitemytonguedarling

After school had ended, Tristan and I walked to my house. Listening to the way her boots hit the payment, listening to her talk, her teeth so white against her lipstick as she smiled. Even the way she smoked was attractive. We arrived to my house, she looked up at it “Whoooooa. I like it, very creepy.” She said with a smile. I smiled back in relief, as I opened the door for her to go in. I could hear my mom run into the room “Tate! I am getting d-” My mom stopped talking and looked Tristan over, taking a long drag off her cigarette. Tristan didn’t notice, as she looked around at the house. “I love Victorian houses,” She said im awe. My mother cleared her throat, and Tristan immediately looked over to her. “And who are you?” “Oh, my name is Tristan, ma'am. Tristan Ledbetter.” She said “Nice to meet you Mrs. Landgon,” “I am not fooled by your polite attitude. I know what you kind of people do, cause nothing, but trouble. I want you to not talk to Tate, ever again,” My heart sank as her bright smile, turned into a confused, and pained look. She looked at me, unsure of how to react. I motioned her behind me “This is the first real person who actually wants to know me. So, stop pretending you give a shit about me, and let me have just this one person.” I demanded, my brain electric with activity. I motioned her upstairs “No, not in my house. You will not bring your darkness into this house of God.” She stopped in her tracks and stared at my mom. “No!” I yelled at her “Leave me alone,” I said, shooting a look full of hatred. I grabbed Tristan and walked her upstairs with me. We went into my room and I locked the door behind me. Tristan went and sat on my bed looking down at the floor for a moment. “Well, your mom is Southern, that’s pretty cool.” “I’m so sorry, I really am. She’s drunk, I shouldn’t have opted to come here.” I said, hoping that Tristan wouldn’t run out and never want to see me again. She chuckled “My house isn’t any better, so. I think it’s pretty nice, I am sure she just needs to know me. I can look a bit… Scary when people are first getting to know me.” She giggled and then opened the flap to her bag. Pulling out some tapes, she opened the case to one, and handed it to me. “I love Joy Division,” I said with a smile. She smiled back at me as I placed it into my stereo and turned it on. “I am happy, I met someone here who is cool. I was scared I would be alone.” She said laughing. “You think I’m cool?” I said in a confused tone. “Of course I do. You like the same music as me, how much cooler could you be.” I smiled really big. That’s when I impulsively stood up, and hugged her. She was shocked by who sudden it was, but then wrapped her arms around me back. “What is this for,” She chuckled. “Thank you, for wanting to be my friend.” She grasped my shirt in response. “Thank you for wanting to be my friend, Tate.” She said back. I let her go and looked at her, I could see she was moved by what I has just done. “You really don’t have anyone to talk to; I thought you were being modest. I don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t. I am so sorry you have had to deal with that.” I shrugged “I got used to it.” I said with a sad smile. She smiled at me “Well, we can hang out all the time after school!” She exclaimed with excitment, showing me more tapes she had. I loved listening to her speak, her voice so gentle, so sultry as she spoke to me. I memorized every inch of her beautiful face, how tiny her nose was, how big her eyes were, and how full her lips were. How she would sometimes bite her lip when she spoke, or when she was concentrating. She was so pleasant, so incredibly sweet. I hoped she meant it, when she said she wanted to see me all the time. “Oh look! It’s starting to rain.” She said joyfully, running up to my window to look outside. “I love the run, so much.” She said, opening the window and reaching out to feel it, her excitment to such a small thing, so adorable. I laughed and I walked up to the window as well, to bask in the moment of touching the rain outside of my window too. “It’s really starting to come down.” I said as I pulled my arm back in to see how wet it had become. She pulled her hand back in as well, the smell of wet pavement beginning to fill my nose. She looked at me and smiled, “I love that smell,” She said, as she went to walk back to my bed, her boots hiting against the hard wood floor of my bedroom, to continue talking about her music, and her life back where she had moved from. The voices completely stopping, so I could be better engaged with her. “I hate highschool, I hate it so much.” I said with dismay, of thinking of having to return tomorrow. “Sometimes, all I can see if how horrible the world is, how much pain there is. It’s pretty fucking cruel,” “Well, that is true, Tate. Pretty horrible, but never forget to remember that somethings in this world are still beautiful, and they’re worth every horrible second to get to experience,” She said as she smiled at me, fixing some of hair, out of my face. I blushed, trying to conceal it, I looked the other way. She giggled and began to gather her things. “It’s getting late, I better go home.” I stood up “Let me walk you, just so I can make sure you make there okay. She smiled. "No, it’s okay, I’ll be just fine.” She said clentching onto her shoulder strap. I walked her to the door down stairs, peering at my drunk of a mom, glaring at us from the kitchen. I hugged her as she went to walk away “Are you sure you don’t want me to come along?” She nodded, then gave me a wave before walking down the side walk. My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched her walk away. “Tate, we need to have a talk,” said my mom, I closed the door. I walked towards the stairs. “I have nothing to say to you,” I said coldly, walking up the stairs. “I want to talk to you about that girl, I don’t like her here. She’ll bring darkness into-” “She’ll bring it? Darkness is already in this depressing fucking place! You just someone to get upset at and to blame at you being a failure of a mother to me, and now I am a monster, and you know it. Let me have this 1 fucking friend, please.” I said, walking into my room and locking the door. I was so angry that my ears had grown hot as I paced in my room. Trying to wear myseld out, so that I could try to fall asleeo.

I was walking through the halls of my school, it was such an eerie feeling. Almost like it was familiar. I didn’t have control of myself, it was like someone else had taken over. I shot them all, coldly, I didn’t feel sad. I didn’t feel anything. Why? Why don’t I feel anything? Then there was Tristen, looking at me confused, as I took the gun I was holding, put it to her head and pulled the trigger.

“No!” I yelled as I sat up in bed, my whole body shaking. I breathed heavily as I looked around in the dark, completely confused. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I heard her voice say as I felt her soft hand touch my back, soothing me instantly. “Nothing, just a bad dream,” I stammered trying to get myself under control. “What was it about?” She asked in a concerned tone. I grew silent, not wanting to say anything about what had happened in my dream. “I don’t… I don’t remember.” I lied, feeling terrible about it too. I didn’t want her to feel afraid, I didn’t want her to be scared of me… I would never hurt her. Why would I dream such a terrible thing? I layed down next to her, and pulled her close to me. Almost on the verge of tears, not ever wanting to remember that dream again. She held me back and I buried my face in her soft hair. I kissed her neck, kissing up her jaw line, her chin, and on her lips. She kissed me back and moved her fingers through my hair. I parted her lips with my tongue, never having done this before, I was worried I would be terrible at making out. She moved her tongue against mine gently. She bit my lower lip, and I felt my dick get harder than I think it ever had in my whole life, instantly. I was a virgin still, and so was she. I started to think about how I always heard that virgins get the wettest, which made me ever harder at the thought. I pushed my hips against her and continued to explore her mouth with my tongue. I positioned myself ontop of her, holding my hips against hers, so that she could feel me and how badly I wanted her. She wrapped her legs around me, and held me there tightly. I moved my hand down, and placed it on her chest, seeing if she would let me. She pushed her chest up, making to where my hand, was right on her boob. I gently grasped my hand over it, feeling how soft her skin was. “Wait, stop.” She said her breathing heavy. I took my hand off her that instant “What’s wrong?” She laughed nervously “I haven’t… you know done any of this before. I’m just nervous. I want it to be special. The right time before we go any farther. I don’t just want to give it away.” She explained, I chuckled “I understand. We can wait, until the time is right. I can wait, I haven’t done any of this either, I am sure I’m just as nervous.” She kissed me “I hoped you would understand, stop being perfect.” She called me perfect, I had never had anyone call me that ever. “You’re perfect not me. I’m a mess,” I said, rolling to the side and wrapping my arns around her again. She brought herself closer to me and weaved her fingers with mine. “We’re a perfect mess.” She said with a yawn. Before long, she had fallen asleep there, I listened to the sound of her faint breathing, feeling almost comforted by it. I was so in love with her it was driving me crazy, and I really wanted her to know somehow. I wanted her to know. I wanted her to love me too.

Originally posted by solene-cmb

Tristen snuck out of my window to go home to get ready for school, and I made sure that was dressed and ready to go out the door. As I went down, I saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table, her cigarette lit. “Why?” She asked as I walked passed her. I stopped and gave her a confused look. “Why what?” I asked, attempting to leave. She stood up and walked over to me. “Why out of my children, I have the 1 that looks perfect, no imperfections, no nothing and he ends up mentally fucked up. My womb is cursed.” “Why are telling me this.” I asked as I back away from her. “Because you are an awful, selfish, self absorbed little monster. I have done so much for you, and you bring a devil worshipping girl home. You love this girl, don’t you?” I didn’t say anything to her as I went to just walk out. She grabbed my shoulder in anger and turned me around. “Don’t touch me!” I yelled, then she proceeded to repeatedly slap me in the face. “Stop!” I yelled as I covered myself. “Why?! Why do you make me like this?! I tried to be good to you, I tried to be better. You want me like this again?” She kept slapping me with all her force. “Stop, mom! Please!” I yelled being brought back to when she would get drunk and beat the living shit out of me, as a little boy. I shoved her off of me, and she fell backwards. “How dare you!?” She screamed, getting back to her feet. I turned away from her to walk out the door. She grabbed the fireplace poker, and swatted me behind the knees with it. Causing my legs to buckle against the force. I covered myself and she hit me with it over and over in the back. I was sobbing, going back to how terrifying it was to be that small boy, being beaten senseless. “Get up! You’re weak!” She yelled at me as I tried to get up, she hit me with it again, causing me to fall back down. Hitting me over and over until my back felt raw. I tried to crawl away from her, pulling myself as far I could as she kept hitting me. I looked up at her and she swatting me in the face, my nose began to instantly bleed, and I could feel a sting on my cheek “You ungrateful little pussy!” That’s when something in me took over, and I realized I didn’t need to be that scared little boy anymore. Afraid of my own mom anymore. I grabbed onto the wall, and pulled myself up. I grabbed the fireplace poker from her and threw it “I am not a defenseless boy anymore!” I yelled. “Don’t you ever touch me again, you psycho fucking bitch.” I walked towards to the door and she started to repeatedly scream my name. There was a loud knocking on the door, that I ran to answer. Tristen was standing there, her eyes wide “What the hell is going on in here?” My whole body was shaking, as I felt almost as if I couldn’t speak. “Tate!” She yelled running to the door. “What are you staring at you little hussy? Come to take my son to school? Might as well take him off my hands. He’s useless to me. He might as well not even be my son.” Tristen pulled me out of the house, and looked at my face. “How could you talk to your own child that way, or hurt him like this? You’re not supposed to hurt people you love. I wanted to stay neutral with you in order to see Tate, but I can’t. I think you’re a terrible woman.” She said as she grabbed my hand, and pulled me away from the house. We walked far enough away to where she looked at my face, and shook her head. “What happened?” She said “She went crazy,” I said looking down at the ground. “Your shirt is torn back here,” she said with concern as she turned me around. She lifted up my shirt and I winced at her touch. “Jesus fucking Christ your back.” She said “What?” I asked looking behind me. “It’s covered in welts, oh Tate.” She said covering her mouth. “Is this what she has always done? Does she abuse you?” She asked with concern. I didn’t respond and just sighed. “Tate, talk to me. Please?” “I can’t,” I said not wanting to look at her. I avoided her gaze until she took a gentle hand and pulled my face towards her “I’m so sorry that this happened to you. I never want to see you hurt I want to be there for you.” She said as she pulled me into a gentle hug. I hugged her face, burying it into her shoulder as I began to sob. Reminding myself once again, of that scared little boy who just wanted his mother to love him. I pulled away from her, as she wiped my tears away, I smiled at her. “You are the only light in my life I have ever known, no one has ever been this sweet to me…” A tear fell from her eye as she smiled at me. “Why are you crying?” I asked her with a concerned tone. She looked away for a moment, the wind blowing her hair. “I just don’t ever want to see you like that again,” I pulled her into a hug, and she gently placed them on my back. “You’re the one light in my life too, Tate. I am so happy I met you. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” She said kissing my cheek.

As we walked to school it was different, we walked holding hands, we never really said we were boyfriend and girlfriend, we just were. I grew more madly in love with her by each passing day. With every kiss. With every smile. I needed her around me always, to keep my sane. To keep my grounded. The world didn’t seem so filthy, rotten, full of pain and ugly with her in it.

Originally posted by angel--of--night