Chapter One: Nightmares
Everyone's afraid of something. It's just a simple fact. No human being is invincible.
Whether it be rational or irrational…it doesn't matter, everyone has a fear. Iris knew her sister was afraid of being abandoned, Violet knew her sister was claustrophobic. Neither would admit that, of course…it was just something you kept to yourself. If the time came when their fears were being brought to the surface, they only needed the other to calm them down.
For as long as the two of them could remember…it was Iris and Violet. Sure, they had other friends, a few boyfriends but nothing ever got in the way between the two of them.
So when their parents decided to move to LA after their dad's affair, they remained side by side. Revolting in their own special way.
Violet smoked and cut herself, Iris drew her nightmares and hallucinations. They both knew the needed help but neither was going to go to their therapy dad. The same dad who slept with one of his students not long after their mother had a miscarriage.
He'd get them medicated and say sweet things..trying to get his girls back on his side, their mom would throw a fit. They knew how it would go. It was just simpler to remain silent in this whole situation.
So they helped each other. Violet helped Iris get highlights and Iris designed a small tattoo for the both of the. Their namesake flowers intertwined on their wrists. Small and simple. Describing how the two of them would remain together through whatever life threw at them.
They both knew nothing could break them apart…they'd always have each other's back. No nightmare or 'troubled time' was going to stop the Harmon twins.
But a certain blonde-haired psychopath might.
The only question is…which one was going to have their heart smashed and eaten by this killer?
Violet reminded Tate too much of himself…a teenager fighting to fit in with the filthy thing called society. But Iris…Iris was special.
So Iris it was.
And Iris he'd have.