Iris

Setting- Los Angeles, CA

Aesthetic- Bleach, ink-stained hands, cigarette butts, cheap soap

Iris was born and raised in a trailer home in Cabbage Town, Georgia, to a couple that never should have had children. The soundtrack of her childhood was screaming, smashing plates, and a blaring TV. She was the kid who always seemed dirty, who ate the free meals at school and thrashed anyone who dared tease her for it, who cried silently in the bathroom when it was almost time to go home.

She ran the moment she had her diploma in hand (refusing to drop-out like her dumbass parents), heading to the land of dreams where she could start over. Iris only found more of the same: never knowing if she’d be receiving a slap or a kiss, moving quietly like a ghost in her own home, wondering if her ribs were broken or just bruised. She told herself it was different this time; she loved her girlfriend, she chose to be with her, she had control, but when V beat her so bad she was put in the ICU, she was left back at square one: alone and lying that she wanted it that way.

Now V is in prison for domestic violence, and Iris is trying to keep herself from unraveling. She has her dog, her tattoo shop, and her apartment, but the only thing that makes her feel alive anymore is pain.

That is, at least, until she met you.