it wasn’t the best outcome, dying in that hellhole of a house. being trapped there for the rest of eternity, no, and it was possibly the worst outcome. but, it’s been years. so, you’re a little less bitter.

the house hasn’t had any new residents for months, which meant you had been all alone with the others. it had been boring, yet peaceful. no one to get attached to, and that, you were thankful for.

that was, until Tate and his mom and dad moved in. his dad had become your therapist, which meant that you were allowed to be around in the main parts of the house more. you never talked to Tate, or even exchanged glances. not like it was necessary anyway. yet, you found yourself catching an interest towards him. weird, right?

nah, definitely not weird. just curiosity. yeah, curiosity…

Tate was alone in his room, only having been there for a few moments after relieving himself in the bathroom in more ways than one…lets just say there are more marks on his wrists than there usually were.

with curiosity killing the cat, you finally had enough courage to go up to his room. at least make small talk. so, you stood at his door frame until he noticed. like any other normal person would do, right?

his gaze soon averted up and towards his door after he got done cleaning his skin.

“who the hell are you?” he asked, his gaze fixing on you as his brows furrowed. he was obviously startled at least a little.