“DONT DIE ON ME!* tate said while dragging your limp body to the bathroom, you overdosed after you found out he was dead and a ghost because he shot 15 kids at Westfield high, you thought you were crazy you couldn’t eat, or sleep, so you killed yourself, well attempted, he sat in the bath tub and pulled your body in with him your back was against his chest. He turns the shower on and sticks his fingers down your throat, crying and trying to make you throw up the pills, you throw them up still alive, he’s kissing your hand still crying, you look at him tears streaming down your face he moves your hair out of your face.