SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF HARM SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! I WILL WARN YOU WHEN IT BEGINS AND ENDS IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THOSE PARTS! YOU ARE ALL PERFECT DON'T FORGET THAT.

ALSO AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CHAPTER

Violet's POV

The days that past are a haze. Zoe and Kyle left after the fight, hand in hand. Zoe was still pissed beyond belief about me kissing her fiancé. The house was filled with silence, not even the loud Misfits blaring out of my room could get rid of the silence. I was left alone while everyone else was trying to make sure that this place wouldn't sell. Vivian was taking care of Jeffery and Ben was no where to be seen. I suspect he's with Hayden.

No one has talked to me in weeks around the house. I have never felt so empty since I killed myself years ago. Constance was visiting quite often for me to see Michael since I am the only one that cares about him here in this hell hole. She also brings me some music as well and cigarettes. Now that no one cares what I do I have been smoking more. I mean I can't really die from it now that I am dead so what the hell.

I can feel myself rotting from the inside out. I feel like an apple that has been sitting in the summer sun for weeks after a worm founds its way into it, by arrogant people leaving it on the ground. To lazy to pick it up.

The world is shit. No matter how you look at it it's shit. Either in a way of death, unfairness, or hardships, the world is never perfect utopian place. In a way that's good. You learn lessons, go through hardships that make you a better person, but for the weak, like me, it's hard. I was to weak to stand the shit the world threw at me. So weak that after finding out that my psycho boyfriend killed 17 people and finding out he loved me made me down a bunch of sleeping pills and falling asleep. If I went through more shit than good growing up, I MIGHT be alive right now. I would be in college, away from my parents that could not give a shit about me, maybe having a steady relationship. But no I'm stuck here in this house for eternity. Never growing old to see my grandchildren playing, while I sit in a rocking chair taking my final breath. Never getting married, never graduating college, never raising my own kids. No I gave a temporary problem a permanent solution.

Sometimes I wish I never forced my family to live in this house. I wish that the darkness inside of this house never interest me. I wish that Tate never came into the situation. Because once he did that nailed the last nail in my coffin.

TRIGGER WARNING!

Look at me now, crying in my bedroom listening to Smashing Pumpkins Mellon Collie and Infinite Sadness on repeat while I watch my ghostly pale skin heal from the razor dragging across my scarred wrist. I want to feel pain. I think that was what I was trying when I was alive. I think when I was younger I numbed myself from pain. I think when I was little I was already dead on the inside so with me cutting I was just trying to feel something. I was just about to drag another deep line into my wrist before I heard a knock on my door. I rushed to hide my blades and paused what was the end of Jellybelly and pulled my black sweatshirt over my hands.

TRIGGER WARNING ENDS!

I opened the door to see a little 3 year old boy looking at me. My little brother.

"Hey Mikey." I said, picking him up.

"SISSY!" He yelled. I brought him into my room and closed the door with my foot. I placed him on my bed and sat next to him.

"Have you been a good boy?" I asked him, my voice a little higher than usual.

"Yes sissy, I didn't kill anyone." He said, looking me in the eyes, his eyes sparkling with innocence.

"Good because that is bad. And you could get into a lot of trouble for it. Have you been eating your apple sauce?" I asked. Constance always grounded his Antipsychotics in with applesauce.

"Ya and momma makes it with real apples now too." He said shinning with enjoyment. Even though Tate created him, Michael will always be my little devil.

"Can you go get your momma?" I asked him. He nodded and got off my bed, and ran with his little legs down the stairs. Before I knew it Michael and Constance were walking (well running in Michael's case) to my room. He jumped back into my arms while Constance stayed at my door.

"What do you want sweet girl?" She asked.

"I just want to talk about T-A-T-E." I spelled out.

"Okay, Michael honey can you go play with Beau?" Constance asked the little boy. He nodded his head and ran out of the room and went up to the attic to play with the younger Langdon.

"Does he know about his father?" I asked him, feeling a sense of sadness fill me.

"No, I just said that his father left him after he left. Do you want me to tell him about his dad." She asked.

"No, I think that he would start asking about where he is and when he could see him. Which would break his heart knowing that he finally passed into the other side.

"That was what I was thinking." Constance said. Once I felt the tears that I was trying to hold back start to fall Constance crossed the room and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Just think about how now he is in a better place. He's not in pain anymore." She whispered into my ear while I just let the tears fall freely.

"I just miss him." I sobbed into her shoulder.

"It's okay Vi, it's okay." Constance said, rubbing my back as i cried. Cried the tears of sorrow, of pain and of love.

"Momma why is sissy crying." Michael said in a small voice, like she was gonna yell at him.

"She just misses someone. It's nothing honey. Do you want to go back home?" She asked him. She let go of me to talk to Michael.

"Ya but can Sissy come so I could show her my room. She's never seen it." He said.

"Not today. Maybe another day." Constance said.

"Okay momma, I'm gonna say goodbye to sissy. I'll meet you downstairs." He said. She gave me another hug then walked downstairs to the basement.

"I'm gonna miss you sissy." He said, walking over to me, his eyes teary like mine.

"I'm gonna miss you my little devil. If you ever want to and your momma said so you can always come over. You know where I am. I'm not gonna leave you." I said. I got down to my knees and hugged him. I ran my fingers through his shaggy blond hair, hair that he got from Tate.

"Bye sissy." He said after we let go. He walked out of my room and I heard the pitter patter of his steps down the stairs.

"Fuck Tate Michael reminds me of you so much." I whispered, not knowing that his present was a lot closer that I thought it was.

AU:

I hope you liked this chapter. I just started high school so I might update more or less, it depends on what helps me. I love you all and thank you from the bottom of my heart for the 4K reads. I remember writing this story not knowing that so many people would open and read and vote on this generic story. If you think I do not pay attention to your comments and votes I do. And if you need anything message me, I am mostly free to respond.

Till next time, Love you all

Nikki xx