I had tried to kill myself many times before the night Tate saved me. I had tried pills but got scared and threw up before they could fully effect me. I had tried to hang myself but the rope snapped which was quite pridefully embarrassing. I had tried the cutting of the wrists before. I had tried the bridge act. I had done it all. But none of it had worked. I was starting to wonder if that meant something.

Maybe I wasn't meant to die. Not just yet. What if I was supposed to die at a certain time and for a reason? Does that make sense? Of course it does. I have always been the one to believe in fate. The world does things for reasons no matter how fucked up those reasons are. But then...if that were true...my parents must have died for a reason too.

They had died awhile back. I tried not to think about it often but with everything going on lately, I started to think of my past a lot more than I normally did. All the things that had led up to what was happening in my life now. When they died...that is when it all turned to shit. Complete and utter shit. A car crash. That is what I was told. I remember the police coming to my house.

Two policemen came to my house and I was there with Ally since my parents didn't want me to be alone in the house while they went on a small trip. It wasn't supposed to be long. The trip was going to be about four or five hours long depending on traffic. I still don't remember what the trip was about.

The police told me they had crashed into another car, fallen off a bridge, and drowned in the ocean underneath the bridge. I hadn't really understood what they had said at first but when Ally started crying and trying to hit her fists on the policemen's chest, I had realized what the police men had been explaining to me. That my parents died. That the people who made me were dead. That the people who cared for me were dead. That was a lot to handle.

Ally thought I might be depressed even before I started hurting myself. I think that she why she really started to pursue on her college major at psychology. I think she wanted to help me. Be able to understand what I was going through with studies and books rather than just talk to me. But that didn't happen. Ally cared for me, I knew that, but she didn't know how to help me with my parents death. And neither did I.

When the police showed up at our house after the invasion and break in with them trying to kill us for some guy that had killed a nurse, Ally had wanted to move. I, even though the schools here were terrible, wanted to stay. I kind of liked the house despite the creepy basement. Plus, I wanted to be with Tate. The guy who did understand me. And that is where I was now. Fighting with Ally in the hallway about that exact topic.

"But I don't want to leave!" I yell. Ally sighs.

"Callie. I know this is hard. We just moved here and your just getting used to it, but what just happened to us was terrible. We can't stay in a place with that kind of memory." She tries but I wasn't listening, shaking my head with scoff. I look back to her with narrowed eyes.

"Yes we can! Yeah, we got broken into by a couple of crazy people. That type of thing happens all the time! Homes all over the u.s get broken into all the time!" I yell, trying to reason with her.

"Not like this. People steal things yes, but when people come in here and try to kill us with some sort of ritual, it's a whole new level." She says, her voice becoming a bit more firm. Normally, whenever she used this tone, I would drop the subject knowing she was angry and not be able to be reasoned with but I wouldn't with this. I wanted to stay here and I needed her to understand we were fine here.

"Ally! We are fine here! Yeah, we'll remember being broken into but we'll get over it!" I yell, throwing my hands around as I talked. She holds up a hand.

"Callie. I have made up my mind. We are moving. This is too much for us. I've already asked Marcy to help was put the place on the market." She tells me. I feel my jaw drop a bit and I then growl in the back of my throat.

"You already did that without telling me!" I scream, my eyes wide and my anger building.

"I do not have to tell you everything I do. I am the adult and I say that we are leaving. It is the best for the both of us." She says. I try to think of something fast.

"How do we have enough money for that?" I yell. "We put everything into the house!"

"We have enough money for a small one room apartment. I am already looking around for places bigger and how to get more money soon." She explains with a nod of her head. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. She had been the one to force me to come here and all of a sudden she wanted to leave? Talk about a switch. I shake my head at her with an expression of just shock and anger. I take a step back towards the stairs.

"You wanted to come here and once I finally find something to like here you want to take it away. Just like how you took away before." I say while gritting my teeth. She looked like she was going to say something but I turned around, running up the stairs and up to my room with her calling my name. I get to my room and slam my door shut, locking the door.

I turn to my room and huff out. I couldn't believe she didn't tell me. She made a decision that involved me without even thinking to ask me until after she had already did it! I felt like fumes could come from my ears at how I was feeling right now. I clenched my hand and curled my fingers into my palm before growling lowly and running a hand through my hair.

Walking over to my bed, I sit on the edge and put my head in my hands. I couldn't believe this was happening. I felt like my life was going on fast forward and I didn't it would stop any time soon. I hated the school here yes. But Tate. Oh god, what was I going to say to Tate? I groan into my hands. Why did this have to happen to me? Why did my life have to be such a shit storm?

As if thoughts could summon people, I hear a knock to my right. I crease my brow but stay there in my self hate. But the knocking continues. I finally look up and see my window. But who I see there complete shocks me. I see none other than Tate, hanging onto one of the pipes next to the window. He smiles at me, giving a small wave.

I make a surprised noise and stand, smiling out of amazement that he had climbed his way to my window. I walk over to the window, opening it and he grunts while climbing in, falling to the floor and I chuckle, helping him up. He dusts himself off.

"Tate? What are you doing here? And why are you climbing up my window?" I say with a wide smile despite my situation. He did that to me. Made me smile even in my worst of times. He looks up to me with a smile of his own, his brown orbs settling on mine.

"I wanted to see you." He says like it was obvious. Tate then goes in to hug me. He wraps his arms around me and I stand there, still for a moment before putting my arms around him as well, resting my head on his shoulder. I hadn't seen him since the house thing last night. When he saved me. I still don't know how he had managed to but at the moment that wasn't on my mind.

With him in my arms, I feel tears prick at my eyes and I then start to cry, thinking of what I had to tell him. My shoulders started to shake and he noticed, pulling back. As soon as he saw my face, his brows creased and he looked worried.

"Callie? What's wrong? What did I do?" He says in a rush, looking over me to see if I was hurt. I shake my head, my tears clouding my vision.

"You didn't do anything." I whine. I must have looked so pathetic. So utterly weak. I continue to cry, standing there with my chest heaving with sadness. He continues to look at me worriedly but leads me over to the edge of my bed, sitting us both down. He wraps a hand around my shoulder, bringing me next to him. It was strange how cold he always was but with my tears seeming to overheat my body, the cold felt like just what I needed. I curl next to him, crying still. He rubbed my back until I calmed down, whispering to me it was alright.

Finally, when I managed to be able to speak, I pull away from him and stare at him in sadness.

"I-I'm moving." I stutter.

As soon as those words leave my mouth, his face falls, his brown eyes filling with sadness and anger. His grip on my shoulder tightens and he didn't seem to understand at first what I had said. He shook his head.

"What? Why?" He whispered. A tear escapes my eyes and slides down my cheek.

"Ally said that she didn't want the memories of last night to be around us all the time, so she-she's redoing the house or something to make it look nice for other people to buy it." I force out, looking away from Tate's face of absolute pain. I close my eyes, trying to force the tears from escaping my eyes. I thought Tate would yell. I thought he would demand for more explanation. But what he did next surprised me.

I felt his hand gentle place itself on my cheek, guiding my gaze back to him and his lips captured mine. I was shocked into stilling for a moment before kissing back. We continued for a moment before we both pulled away. He put his hand into mine and held onto it. I looked up at him with wide eyes. He gave me a small smile, wiping the tear from my cheek.

"Hey. It's okay. Don't cry." He say softly. He seems to think for a second, his eyes going away from me for a moment. I stare at him with confusion.

"Your not upset?" I ask quietly. Tate looks back to me and shakes his head.

"No. I mean, yeah about the moving but...we'll think of something. We'll think of something about how to stay together." He says with a nod, hope coming to his eyes. I feel my entire being drop. He had hope. I however, did not. I didn't in the slightest. How were we going to find a way to be together? He noticed my reaction and kissed me lightly.

"I promise you. We will find a way." He says then hugs me, burying his head in my neck and wrapping his hands around me once more. I keep my eyes open, staring behind him. I didn't know if I should have, but with his arms around me, I felt his hope seep into me. I suddenly thought maybe we could think of something. We could do something. We could say together. We just needed to think of something.