It's Raining Blood and Revenge

····The Goth····

Author: *Whispers to you while you read* Knock knock...

You: *Sighs in irritation* Who's there...

Author: Ya

You: Ya who?

Author: No, Google. *Laughs maniacally and runs circles around you while you start pulling your hair out*

Ehehe~! Enjoy the story!

····The Goth····

I stared at my phone, just staring and hoping. And waiting for Charlie to text me back....

····Flashback····

"Are you Iris?" I asked. Charlie's face went from shock, to confusion, to despair, to complete are-you-shitting-me-right-now look.

"Wha.... What are you talking abou--"

"Don't do this, Charlie. I know what Iris's room looks like and is it a coincidence that it looks--I dunno--exactly. Like. Yours? Is it a coincidence that she is dealing with a murder? Is it a coincidence that she's 17 and lives in California? Probably, but that's not my point!" I screamed. Charlie was clenching her fists, probably from keeping from yelling. Or crying, because her eyes were watering.

"You sound like you don't want me to be Iris..." she said with a shaky voice. I immediately felt guilty.

"That's not what I'm saying."

"Then what? You'd rather keep our relationship online? You don't want to hang out with a freak like me, don't you?!" Charlie screamed. Just by her screaming, I was getting mad and I didn't even know why. It was probably because she wasn't being open-minded.

"Charlie! You're blinding yourself! All you hear is what other people say about you and that has shaped you into what you are now! There are people who don't care what you are because we don't see you that way! Like me and Winter! What about us?" I asked. A tear fell down her cheek and she gasped.

"Well, what about Mallory? And other people like her? They hate me! Just admit it! I'm a fucking freak! Don't act like you know me, Jason!" Charlie screamed.

"I do know you! You're Charlie Winston, also known as Iris and you're a total Sleeping with Sirens fanatic. You stay up all night talking about school and life and what would happen if you weren't alive. You stay up at night crying to yourself and you bury your feelings under your smile where no one can see it. I know, Charlie. I know because I've been with you through it. I've stayed up at night with you--just talking to you--not wanting to go to sleep." I said in what I think was one breath. Charlie was chewing on her lip, expecting me to say more. And trust me, I wasn't done.

"All these years I've yearned to know who you were. I sometimes thought that you were made up! I mean, how can two people who met online and have never met each other, have so many things in common and can practically..." I said as I touched Charlie's cheek. She gasped and blushed. I stared into her discolored grey eyes as she tried not to look into mine. "Feel like they're right there... And now that the one girl that I've been searching for for years is standing right here in front of me... I just... I'm a little bit dazed, to be honest." I chuckled. Charlie bit her lip and looked down.

"Can I tell you something, Jason?" she asked. I gave her a look of disbelief.

"Please do so!" she laughed.

"I'm Iris."

····End of Flashback····

I guess, she was a bit embarrassed to text me back. I mean, what is there to talk about? We basically found each other on the internet, went to the same school for three effing years, and just the night before, we both confessed that we were the alternative avatars online that have been talking to each other for who knows how long.

I didn't understand though. We already know each other, so why not just build that relationship?

I sighed and fell down tiredly on my bed. I stared up at the ceiling and stared. You know that feeling where you're on a bed or something and you look up and you feel like you're shirking, or everything is getting larger? Yeah, that's a sure sign that you're either high, or have a fever. By the way, DO NOT get up fast. You will see black and the next thing you know, you're making out with the floor.

I heard a knock at my door. I glanced over and Vanessa opened it.

"You have a visitor." she said before winking then backing away. I didn't get up. Probably from the fact that I tried, cracking my neck and paralyzing everything from the head to my toes. I laughed to myself at how stupid I was.

The visitor stepped inside and looked around. She frowned at how I was positioned on the bed.

"Are you paralyzed or something?" Charlie asked. I jerked a smile back.

"It's not very surprising," I asked. She smiled and sat in my desk chair. "And what brings you here?" I asked. Charlie shrugged tapped her finger on the desk.

"I just... I'm sorry I didn't text you back. I didn't know what to say." she said. When I felt my neck relax, I sat up and plowed my fingers through my hair.

"Uh, how about hi?" Charlie gave an apologetic face and pulled her knees closer to her.

"Your sister's very pretty."

"Yeah, after dying her hair even after its dead and putting on enough makeup to look like Bozo the Clown, she finally looks decent." I chuckled. Charlie bit her lip and rested her chin between her knees. We stared at each other for a moment--a long moment--when I broke it. "So why did you really come here?"

Charlie sighed and swirled in her chair.

"...my parents are back in town, and I didn't want to stay home." Charlie said. I frowned. I was flattered that she came to me, but there was still something that was off.

"Where'd they go?"

"South America. They run a coffee business."

"Ah, and you live with your aunt?"

"Pretty much," Charlie said. I nodded and fixed my sitting position. There it was again. That awkward silence where you want to say something, but you don't know what to talk about that don't make it more awkward. I looked up at Charlie and found that she was staring at me. When we met eyes, she looked away.

"What?"

"Nothing.." she mumbled. I scoffed at her and ran my hand through my hair.

"You have something you want to say, so just say it." I demanded. Charlie bit her lip and crossed her arms in a protective gesture.

"I wasn't lying about my parents coming back, but I just needed an excuse to come see you," she said so plainly and bluntly, it made me color. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"What is your real name, Jason Snake?"