Tate promised that on Halloween night he would go on a date with you. You honestly couldn't wait, but for now you helped carving pumpkins, in attempt to sell the house your mother got two fluffers that's what you heard at least. The two men were gay but they didn't seem in love at all, but when they asked you if you wanted to help you said sure, you weren't too good at it but it was better than doing nothing. If you were to sit down and just lay there you had no idea what you would do, Tate distracted you of course, the promise rubbing through your mind, you couldn't help it, he was Tate.
Your mother cut out terrible paper bats and your father upstairs with one of the men, thinger cut. Your mind drifted back to Leah, what Tate did wasn't okay but he pleaded that it was for you, that this sick and cruel world was in fault and not him. Of course you forgave him...
The knife slipped, wedging into your hand deep enough, blood welled and dripped, increasing as you pulled the knife out. Quickly your mother grabbed the first aid kit from your father, bandaging your hand.
"Oh no! She's bleeding everywhere!"The dark haired man complained
Your mother cleaned up the blood but you weren't aloud to cut anymore pumpkins, instead you were taping bats to walls, decorating your house for tomorrow, the day you just couldn't wait for.
-Chapter 8-
Word count: 248
Date Written: 14-10-17