It's Raining Blood and Revenge

····The Goth····

····The Goth····

Good morning, MKitty.

I smiled at the good morning message by my mystery writer, Iris. I sat up, rubbing my bare stomach and started to type back.

Good morning to you too, Iris. On your way to school?

If I make it out alive, I'll be sure to celebrate with you.

Haha, well good luck. Send me a picture of your room decoration. I typed and waited a few minutes until a picture appeared. It was a brightly lit room with a very homey look to it. It even had a mini fridge. Crashing in the basement?

Its comfortable in there! Besides, I have my privacy.

True. Well, I gotta go for now. Another dress to impress.

I have to go too. Bitch alert. I'll talk to you later, MK.

I frowned at that last text. I didn't like that my writing buddy was getting bullied. If it got too bad, would she suicide? And there was nothing I could do about it. I felt useless, but I shrugged off the thought and got ready, pulling over a black tee and a black hoodie, with black fitted jeans. I put on a red belt and red vans before looking at myself in the mirror and trying my hardest not to punch my reflection. Then, I headed out.

{~}

I sat down at lunch--reserved from everybody else in the far back of the lunch room. The reason why I liked this table was because I could watch everybody. I know, sounds creepy, but you can learn alot about people's attitudes and emotions just from their actions, expressions and the way they talk. It intrigued me. Then, a group of people sat in the seat next to me and I glanced at them. Mallory Govern, Damian Javier, and... Winter Jenson? How weird for a sophomore to sit with seniors, especially with the in-group. I watched their lips move.

After long years of solitude, you learn quickly how to read lips when your ears are plugged with booming music. They were talking about...a death. About.... Audrey Dawson?! She died?! Holy shit! My thoughts were cut off when a girl walked past me and cut off my sights of the group. My attention then turned to her. She had layered auburn hair which was tied into a small ponytail in the back, but had some strands of hair to structure her face. Her bangs were side-swept and sat on top of her big, hipster-like glasses. She wore a red tank with a white cardigan over it and black leggings with tan boots. As she walked by, I could hear Mallory snicker and stick out her leg. She tripped the girl and suddenly the whole lunchroom erupted in laughter. I imemdiately felt bad. She didn't do anything to get tripped. This is why I hate bullies.

I was about to get up and help the girl, but Winter Jenson beat me to it. She knelt down in front of the girl and wiped the chunks of food out of her hair.

"Are you okay? Do you have a change of clothes?" she asked. The girl took off her glasses and wiped them with a nearby napkin. I caught a glimpse of her eyes--which were a combination of grey, with hints of blue, yellow and green. I couldn't take my eyes off of her--until she put her glasses back on.

"I'm fine. I have a extra pair of clothes on my locker." she said in a soft voice. Then, I stood up and lent out my hand. She looked at it and her eyes followed it to me.

"I'll walk you." This was the first time I've ever offered anything to anybody, so the feeling was still very unfamiliar. She gulped and slowly took my hand as I pulled her up.

{~}

"Are you okay? That was pretty rough." I said as she wiped her face with a towel.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Typical bullying. It happens everyday." she replied. I scowled and felt a twisting in my stomach.

"I hate bullying. Always have, always will. It's unfair." I said. She was silent for a while, but when I glanced at her, it looked as though she was trying to find words to say.

"Sorry if this offends you, but you seem like the type to get bullied. No offense or anything." she said. I stifled a laugh. I may be reserved and anti-social, but I wasn't a total shut out.

"That's probably because I have no presence."

"Oh... sorry."

"Don't be." There was a moment of silence between, until she broke it by shutting her locker.

"Well, I better go home. I don't want to continue school smelling like mashed potatoes and chocolate milk." she gave me a smile. "Thank you."

"My name is Jason. Jason Snake." her smile widened.

"Charlie Winston," she said. We stared at each other for a moment, until she grew flustered and quickly slipped on her glasses. "I should get going. I... guess I'll see you tomorrow, Jason?" she asked. I managed a smile.

"Sure."