"hey," it was a simple greeting, one that he could tell Violet was less than pleased with. "I'm sorry, okay? these past few days have been kind of a blur..." He could tell that the girl who stood before him wasn't buying his excuses anymore. Lately Tate had been slipping, the voice in his head was louder than ever, and it was barking insane orders at him lately. The imaginary girl, or ghost, he wasn't quite sure if it was a figment of his imagination, or if she was real at one point in time, kept bossing him around. Every order she commanded drove him closer and closer to throwing himself in front of a bus, or flinging himself off of a cliff. "why haven't you been at school? You haven't answered any of my texts... whats going on with you, Tate?" Violet questioned in an aggressive tone. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now. "I.. I don't really want to talk about it here." It was a good excuse. The school hallway wasn't a safe place to tell your best friend about the voice you've been hearing for weeks now. He looked up at her with his tired eyes that had dark circles around them from lack of sleep. "we can meet up after school, I'll tell you then."