Constance opened the front door to reveal many of men standing in police suits and armour. Barely a second had passed before the badge was shoved into her face.

"Does Tate Langdon live here?"

"He's my son." She answered. "Why? What has he done?"

Constance revived no answer about the horror her son had committed as the men with guns were ordered to 'make entry' in her home. She only grew nervous at what the guns could mean and feared for what her son had done and was to receive. She was barged passed by the swat team.

Sirens wailed in the background as they came closer and closer to the Langdon home.

Hearing her mother call that 'he was only a child' spiked Parker's curiosity.

The fifteen year old slipped out of bed — something she had barely left in the pass two week — slipped on her socks and unlocked her door and leaned on her door frame in curiosity.

Parker and Tate's room were opposite one another, leading to Parker witness something she feared immensely.

She watched the swat team storm up the stairs and forced her brothers door open with guns aimed. Parker didn't understand.

One of the swat members had noticed the girl and tried to usher in to her room but she only thought against his grip as she caught eyes with her older brother.

Parker was the youngest Langdon, with Adelaide and Rose being the eldest. She tilted her head and stared. It didn't seem to click what kind off horrors she was about to witness. Childish innocence had washed over her and never left.

"Let me just talk to him!" Constance pleaded.

Parker looked over at her mother, confusion on her face as her eyes watered slightly.

The swat man's grip tightened on the teenager, forcing her to fight harder. She refused to be shunned away.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Parker watched the swat team aim guns at her brother and hold her and her mother back. Constance continued to yell and scream but her daughter remained silent.

Tate was unbothered under the red lights of the guns. He raised his hands as he slowly came to stand.

Despite Constance pleading how Tate was a child, Parker saw nothing of that kind of innocence. Parker merely saw her brother stand in front of the swat team with no fear.

He raised a hand to his head, mocking the idea of it going off.

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Violet sat in front of her laptop trying to research what ever had happened at her high school whilst Parker laid on her bed, sketching her girlfriend.

She looked at the names and faces of the fallen who had not shied away from bothering them the night prior.

Parker had stayed over, wrapped up in Violet's arms as the living slept and the dead thought. The two hadn't left each others side, seemingly unable to.

Violet had tried to get information from Parker, but it seemed she was equally as clueless.

She researched and read until the face of Tate Langdon popped up on her screen as a suspect. Her heart seemed to stop as she glanced back at the killers sister.

"Parker." She let out weakly.

Parker snapped her head up, and rolled off the bed, coming to stand by Violet's side. She stared at the screen, her mouth slightly open as she took the mouse from her girlfriend and continued to scroll down.

"No. No, please, god, no." She let out as she read, her hand falling from the mouse and coming to cover her mouth.

Her brother — the boy she had looked up to and relied on — was a murderer, hell, he was a school shooter and she felt sick to her stomach.

She took a seat on the bed, shaking her head as she refused to believe it. Her brother wasn't who she believed he was.

Violet watched her girlfriend reach a breaking point.

She went to I reach out for her but Parker merely flinched away. She needed to be alone, she had to be alone in order to cope.

Violet nodded to her, leaving Parker alone and rushing out of her room. "Mom? Valerie?" She called out desperately as she ran down the stairs. "Mom? Mommy? Valerie?" But it was all to no avail.

Violet spotted a familiar cigarette bag and a person that came with it.

"They're not here." Constance said, taking a drag.

Valerie had gone out on a walk in hopes of clearing her poisoned mind. She couldn't think straight with only trauma playing in her mind. From his hands taking over her body, to the obnoxious fear she felt daily. From the night prior to the rest of her life. Valerie truly had met her breaking point.

"Where are they? Did you hurt them?"

Constance chuckled at the accusations. "Of course not. Valerie is on a walk, she passed me on my way here and you mother is probably at the grocery store, buying some frozen fare to reheat for you supper tonight."

Violet stayed in the kitchen doorway, leaning against it for support at water and fear filled her eyes.

"You found out about Tate, didn't you? I knew you would."

"Get out of my house!" Violet shouted storming into her kitchen. "This is not happening."

"I questioned my sanity when I first found out. But this house, this house will make you a believer. You see, Violet, we were living here when Tate lost his way."

Another person joined the duo — a particularly saddened Parker. Tears ran down her face. Shams, guilt and fear built up in the waterworks. She stayed silent as she listened to her mother talk about her brother.

Violet looked up at her but Parker placed a finger over her lips.

"And I believe that the house drove him to it."

Parker scoffed, making her presence known to her mother.

Constance looked back at her daughter. "Parker—"

"Don't kid yourself, mother, Tate is a bad person. Accept it like the rest of us have to." Parker said, her bottom lip wobbling slightly. "Why didn't you tell me what he did? Why did I have to be the naive baby sister, who would follow her brother to the end of the world in a heart beat?"

"You're both smart girls. How can you be so arrogant to think that there's only one reality that you're able to see?"

Parker came to stand beside Violet, allowing for her girlfriend to rest against her. She placed a kiss to the top of her head.

"I want you to meet someone, Violet."

Violet looked up at Parker for guidance. Parker's face had fallen to that of grief and emptiness. "Trust a Langdon as far as you can throw one." She muttered, lifting her girlfriends head before leaving the room. "I'll be in the attic with Beau, if anyone wishes to find me. That anyone only being an invitation to Violet."

And with that Parker was long gone.

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Violet found comfort in her sisters arms as she told Valerie everything. The duo cried in Violet's bed. The sisters weren't alone in their grief as Violet's girlfriend didn't want to be anywhere but by Violet.

Parker sat at Violet's desk, sketching with her girlfriend's headphones on in order to give Violet and Valerie space.

"Why is it that I get the bad one and you get the nice one?" Valerie tried to joke through her tears as the Harmons held each other closer.

Violet placed a kiss to her sisters cheek before resting her head on her chest.

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"Dad?" Valerie whispered out, opening up his office door.

After having heard what Violet had said, the mentally unstable girl pushed herself closer to her limit, torturing herself to read article after article about what her boyfriend had done.

Ben looked at Valerie, noticing the girls tear stained cheeks. "Hey, honey."

She made her way in. "I'm sorry, daddy, I should've listened to you." She said, allowing for more tears to fall down her cheeks. "It's all my fault, everything is my fault."

"What?" Ben asked, making his way over. "No, no, baby. No, no, no." He said, wrapping his arms around her.

Valerie leaned into the embrace, desperate for comfort.

"Your mom and I both love you very much, as does you sister. It's never gonna change."

Valerie wrapped her arms around her dad, burying her head in his chest.

"It's all so messy, daddy, I just want it to stop. The darkness, it's taking over every single day. It won't go away, daddy. It has me. It's messy, daddy, it's all too messy!"

"I have you." He held her tightly, trying to bring his daughter back down to Earth. "Baby, I have you, I have you."

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"I'm sorry." Valerie mustered out, as her and Leah sat on the edge of an old, empty swimming pool.

"It attacked you too, didn't it."

"No." Valerie stated. "I wish, that would be so much easier to deal with, I think, I don't even know who I am on these types of days." She laughed at herself, shaking her head as she watched people skate around. "I feel like I'm loosing my mind. I get these dark days, I rarely remember much from them, I think I'm verging closer then I thought to the edge."

Leah slipped off her glasses, leaning forward as she eyes Valerie. "The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favourite."

Valerie casted her eyes on Leah.

"Have you read the Book of Revelation?"

"No, is it good?" Valerie asked, leaning back so her back hit the floor and her feet dangled off the edge.

"In Heaven, there's this woman in labor howling in pain. And there's a red dragon with seven heads waiting so he can eat her baby. But, the Archangel Michael, he hurls the dragon down to Earth. From that moment on, the red dragon hates the woman, and declares war on her and all of her children. That's us."

"Yeah, I'll keep with my books, thanks."

Leah chuckled lightly, looking down at Valerie. "Oh, yeah, things have gotten pretty weird for me."

"We should start a club." Valerie muttered. "I can't eat, or sleep."

"Nights are the worse. I get four hours if I'm lucky. That's only with pills."

"What kind?" Valerie asked automatically. Leah pulled out her tub of pills and handed them to Valerie. "Is it cool of I try one?"

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Valerie Harmon was not getting better. The knowledge off the mixed pills in her hands weighed heavy against her fragile skin. She stared at the bathroom mirror, silent tears running down her face.

She wasn't even sure what pills she had. She had ones from Leah in there, her old anti-depressants and whatever else she had found mad mixed into the orange pot.

The pill bottle was getting lighter, as was the weight on her chest and her mind.

She gripped the sink for support, as she tilted her head back, grabbing her bottle of vodka from in front of her. She placed the glass to her lips and chugged as much as possible before tipping pills down her own throat.

The glass bottle was placed back on the side as she lost her footing, falling to the floor and smacking her head against the bath.

She didn't know what killed her. The pills and alcohol or the smacking of her head or all three. All that mattered to her was that she was dead.

She hadn't bothered to lock the door — possibly it was selfish, but she had hoped and prayed someone would of found her and saved her from her mind, but they didn't.

"Oh, oh god." She breathed out, staring at her own body. She still felt drowsy, but rather like a cheap hangover type of drowsy.

Valerie hadn't wanted anyone to see her fallen body. Not her mother or her father or her sister, yet here she was watching her father discover her fallen body after hearing allowed smack.

She couldn't stay, she couldn't, she merely left the bathroom sobbing and found her own room. She shook her head, a hand over her own mouth as she broke down.

The sound of her door being shut startled her. She looked up finding 'I LOVE YOU' wrote on her black board.

"No." She whispered, stepping to the board and rubbing out the chalk.

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Finding out her sisters had killed herself whilst she was at school was the finale thing that snapped Violet's fragile mind.

She took pills, just like her sister, using water to get them down. All the pills were gone that had been left remaining in Valerie's pot.

She gasped, shuddered and choked back vomit as she laid down on her bed. She didn't notice Parker make her way in.

Parker froze at the door. "Oh, oh, my god."

She was desperately to not let her girlfriend tumble as she had. The death of one leading to another was a story scarily familiar to herself.

She dragged Violet to the bathroom, pleading and begging for her to live, crying and shaking as she tried to keep most of her energy on keeping her lover alive.

She dropped Violet's wrists and turned on the shower and tap before placing both of them in the bathtub. She shoved her shaking fingers down her girlfriend's throats, trying to make he'd throw up.

Violet threw up.

"Stay, please, just stay." She begged. "You don't want to be trapped here, darling."

Violet began to sob as Parker rubbed her back, trying anything to encourage her to throw up.

"I've got you." She whispered, placing kisses to her head, ear, neck and hair.

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Curiosity killed the cat.

Parker watched the swat team aim guns at her brother and hold her and her mother back. Constance continued to yell and scream but her daughter remained silent.

Tate was unbothered under the red lights of the guns. He raised his hands as he slowly came to stand.

Despite Constance pleading how Tate was a child, Parker saw nothing of that kind of innocence. Parker merely saw her brother stand in front of the swat team with no fear.

He raised a hand to his head, mocking the idea of it going off.

The men stayed still.

Until Tate reached for the gun under his pillow.

Parker screamed as bullets ripped through her brothers skin. She sobbed and screamed as the swat member kept his grip tight.

"He's just my brother." She let out out as her jaw shook, catching eyes with the man who held her back. "Murderers." She let out, shaking in his grip as she collapsed to her knees.

A hand covered her mouth as she rocked back and forth staring at her brothers dead body through the spaces between the swat teams legs.

She stared at the bloody body that laid on the floor.

He was gone, leaving behind his broken baby sister.

She cried and cried, even past the point where she could cry no longer.

Parker hadn't lasted many hours after the fall off her brother, having found pills and taken them after running herself a bath. She stepped into it — fully clothed — as her white blood cells failed at their job. Maybe she drowned, maybe she overdosed. Ever way, Parker Langdon was no more.

She stared down at her body. Her cold fingers moved the hair out of her face.

Satisfaction brought it back.

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"I like birds, too."

Valerie looked at the library book receipt before looking up at Tate. She bit back her snappy reply as she stared at him with sad eyes.

She wanted to hate him. She hated herself for not hating him. He was a killer and she didn't like killers — Parker was an exception as she had saved her, her sister and her mother.

But here stood Tate Langdon and her undead heart welcomed him back like his mass shooting was nothing.

"Why? What's so special about birds?"

"'Cause they can fly away when things get too crazy, I guess."

Valerie nodded at his answer, slamming the book shut.

"Are you going to tell your parents? About the pills and your sister?"

"Right. My parents who are blissfully ignorant to ghosts, do not need their dead daughter coming in. They're in grief, not to one child, to two. And they don't even know Violet's dead 'cause your sister is a fucking genius and has found us a way to work around time. They need to get over me before finding out about Vi. They'd loose it if we both were dead." Valerie pointed out. "I practically killed my sister by being selfish enough to give in to my depressive episode. My sister killed herself and I'm the only Harmon to know." Tears fell down her face once more. It seemed she never seemed to get a break as of recent when it came to crying.

She rubbed her eyes, shaking her head at herself.

"Valerie." Tate said. She looked at him upon the mention of her name. His eyes had began to water, the skin turning pink around his eyes. "Somethings changed inside of you. Towards me. You're distant, cold. I don't know what I've done, but I'll leave you alone from now on, if that's what you want. Is that what you want? You know why I would leave you alone? Because I care about your feelings more than mine."

Valerie stared at him, placing the bird book on her bedside table.

"I love you."

Her weak attempt to rid of the tears was proven pathetic as water ran down her face once more.

"There, I said it, not just on some chalkboard. I would never let anybody or anything hurt you. I've never felt that way about anyone.

Valerie looked at him as she processed his tense words. Her mind ran rather fast as she stared at the boy she wanted to hate. "Come here." She whispered, nodding down to the place beside her.

Tate climbed on the bed, allowing Valerie to wrap her arms around him from behind. He took her hand in his, keeping them in front of his chest. "I'm tired."

"Me, too."