Violet:
He's different.
That's the first thing I notice when he speaks. There's something about him that's different. And definitely intriguing.
Yet, there is something utterly familiar. His face is dark, but I've seen it before. Somewhere, I have seen it.
"Violet. And yourself?" I mumble , a bit awkwardly. He announces his name as well. Tate.
Then, I remember. Really remember. His name- Tate Langdon, had made world headlines. It was on the front of the newspaper in Boston. Tate Langdon, Shoots 15 kids at Westfield High. Taken to Briarcliff, pronounced insane. I should leave, now. Run. That would be the appropriate thing to do. But, I had never been one to like normal things. My response wouldn't be one of fear. In fact, I chose to pretend not to recognize him. There was still more to this boy that I didn't know. Layers of his personality were clearly visible. I was only on layer one, but I wanted to get deeper.
"Well, Tate. You gonna tell me more about this place?"
Tate:
Her name is the same as a flower. Elegant and suitable, even though her personality is darker. If I could, right now, I would leave everything and plan to escape with her. I want to know her even more. I want to know why her name is Violet, and why she's here. And why her eyes are suddenly as beautiful as the rest of her.
"Pretty name. I'm Tate." I tell her. Hopefully, she doesn't recognize me. Most people pass judgement as soon as they know who I am. But nothing about her countenance says she does. Violet still looks perfectly composed. Carefree, almost. She's too pure to be trapped in a place like this. Innocent, and wild. I can see her having a future- a real one. And it's all I want for her.
Tate is a psychopath. He's incapable of remorse.
Wrong.
"There's not much to tell. Every rumor is true. There's shock therapy and solitary, and the cafeteria food is totally fucked up. If you do anything wrong, they'll literally beat you. One guy was blinded after a failed surgery. The doctor does the crazy surgery. Don't ever get near him." I murmur, not hesitating to admit the truth. "-But don't worry about any of that. Okay? I'm not going to let anything hurt you."
It's a broad statement. A little too sudden of me, but I don't care. I'm not one to lie.
My name is Tate Langdon. I may be a monster, but I'm no liar.