Requested Tate Langdon Imagine:
Screaming, Sobbing, Shooting.
Sobbing, Shooting, Screaming.
Shooting, Screaming, Sobbing.
That’s all you could hear from underneath the table. You’d been hiding for almost 2 hours now. Something about a Mass murder.
Some freak with a gun, that’s what you heard Johnny say before he was shot dead.
Your breathing had become irregular, whenever you heard footsteps you held your breath. If you didn’t get shot to death you’d die from lack of oxygen.
You were alone with your thoughts.
Tate. Was Tate okay?! Had he been shot?!
Your thoughts started to drown you as the school fell silent. You could smell death, you could feel it.
Slowly emerging from underneath the table you gagged at the sight of dead bodies and blood.
All up the walls. The walls.
You crept down the hallway, remembering to walk lightly.
If this experience didn’t kill you(literally) it would drive you insane.
You heard crying coming from the music room. Someone other than yourself had survived?!
You quickened your pace and before you knew it you had made it to the safety of the music room.
You recognized the blonde curls, you felt like crying out with relief. Tate had survived.
The boy you’d had a crush on for years had survived. It was the two of you. In fact at this point you had fallen in love.
“Tate"you breathed out.
He spun around, clutching a gun. His beautiful face covered in face paint.
His eyes widened with shock and hurt.
Your mouth fell open and sudden realization hit you like one of his bullets.
He might as well have shot you then.
“It was you"you whispered.
"I’m not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you"he insisted.
"Tate, I worried about you, I feared for my life underneath a freaking table for 2 whole hours wondering whether I’m going to die or not. Watching people fall to the ground in agony. I feared for your life I prayed to make sure you were okay and I’m not even religious! The whole time it was you"you cried aloud, falling onto the chair holding your head in your hands.
He wasn’t a freak, he was misunderstood. No one spoke to him, except you that once or twice.
He kneeled next to you the gun still in his hand.
"You know I wouldn’t hurt you right?"he said as you flinched away.
"We hardly know eachother, I mean I guess I fell in love with the thought of you, we always admired eachother from afar"you sobbed.
"This is just a phase y/n"he sobbed along with you.
You felt bad for him, your heart ached for him.
You could hear police sirens in the distance.
"Drop the gun"You stood up and wiped your tears away.
"Please y/n"he sniffled.
"They’re coming Tate, drop the gun"you nodded.
"Don’t do this"he said dropping the gun.
"Go"you said bluntly.
“I didn’t see the killers face, I couldn’t make out who it was, now go before I change my mind"you said sternly.
He rushed towards you and kissed your forehead.
"I fell in love with you, because you see through all the monsters, you see the boy inside, you were the only one who saw me, I promise in time I’ll get better then we can get to know eachother properly” mumbled.
And with that, he was gone.
You were left to pick up the pieces.