OOC;

Sorry about not being on.

State testing is this week and I’ve been having to get to bed early, as well as coming home exhausted.

I’ll be on again on Friday to para all weekend long. :)

Sorry if this seems vague or strange, I’m just so tired right now and barely aware of what I’m typing.

LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU GUYS!

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Intoxicated with the madness, I’m in love with my sadness || Charles&Tate

Although Tate had decided to give up on it, he still couldn’t help but end up on his usual windowsill, watching the living as they walked by. It was a disgusting habit. Staring at these humans and envying them. Why were they lucky enough to be able live and die freely? Then, almost immediately, the reply came to his head. Because they did set their mom’s boyfriend on fire, shoot and kill 15 kids at their school, murder a gay couple, rape their girlfriend’s mom, kill their best friend, or do all of those other unforgivable things. Sighing, he looked away from the window. They also didn’t live in this hellhole. Except, there were innocent souls in this house. Some that didn’t deserve to be here at all. They only had the unfortunate luck of being brutally murdered or dying some other way. Why were they here? Tate’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He deserved to be here, that he knew better than anyone. But why them? Wasn’t there a way for them to be able to escape and pass on? There had to be. He had pondered this very idea months ago. The idea of finally escaping. Except, he wasn’t the one wanting to escape. He wanted to help the others. If he could somehow figure out the way to help them escape, just maybe he would finally have mercy. How the hell would he be able to figure it out, though? He knew next to nothing about the house. Tate had never listened to the real estate agents whenever they were attempting to sell the house. It was now that he regretted it. He could always wait until the Elliots moved out, except, that seemed like too far away. Tate wanted to get this started as soon as possible. That was when it finally hit him. Charles. Who knew more about the house than the person who built it? Surely, he could help him out. While they had barely even talked, if at all, he was sure the man would want to help. Quickly getting off of the windowsill, he ran down to the basement. Though, once he got to the bottom of the staircase, he stopped. Looking around the basement, he was tempted to go to his usual corner. The only place he ever truly called home. That would be the easy way out. He could spend the rest of the eternity here with all the others. Why the hell would he have to care about it? Yet, he knew he needed to do this. Maybe it was because of his recent loss of the darkness. Or maybe because this was what he was destined to do all along. Taking a deep breath, he slowly made his way over to the closed door of Charles’ office. Knocking twice, he then spoke in a loud, clear voice. “Dr. Montgomery? I need your help.”