Charlotte's P.O.V

A gust of cool wind came from my bedroom window. It was cloudy outside, it was going to storm today. I felt happy for that reason. I'm always happy when it rains, my mother never understood me for that. Most kids loved the sun, I'd stay inside in my room with no light and relax. I get more creative when it rains.

I'll introduce myself, My name is Charlotte Holmes. I am a 21 year old living by herself in a big ass house. Before you ask, yes I have a job. I work for DC comics... Yeah, amazing right? I help here and there. I work in the art area, you know, drawing the comics and all. Batman, Green lantern and superman, those are the comics I help draw. It's cool. Frank is my best friend, we've know each other since before school. We went to primary and high school together. I went to pursue my dreams in art college and got a job at DC comics straight away, they saw my art piece that was based on my own creation of super heroes. It was pretty tough doing an interview. I was extremely anxious, I was so happy that I kept it together.

Frank started a band with a couple of friends he met and I was happy for him. When he went on tour for the first time I was excited but I didn't really have many friends. That's when I met Chelsea. She was sweet and nice, she understood me and works with me in the art department. She had anxiety as well so we both talked to each-other about it, we hit it off with a bang and ever since then we've been really close.

I have Dark brown hair and blue eyes, my skin is littered with colorful tattoos. For someone that doesn't want attention... I went the complete opposite direction. My mother doesn't like it but doesn't want to hurt my feelings, I know she doesn't like tattoos but I'm my own person.

I put my sketch book down and went downstairs. Softly padding down the hallway in my Harley Quinn pajama pants and Joker printed singlet. I took the stairs two at a time while putting my hair in a messy bun. I went into my kitchen and turned the coffee machine on. A sticky note was on my fridge, I picked it off and read it.

"Frank is coming tomorrow, 10:00 a.m. Get ready loser"

Shit. The time is 10:00. Oh well, it'll just be him. I got two cups and put them on the bench. "Honey, I'm home" He shouted from the door. "I'm in the kitchen sexy" I shouted back and heard him laugh. I feel like Frank is the only person I can act weird around, I know he loves me and I love him, of course as in friends... jeez. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, he had his head leaning on my shoulder. "What you making?" He asked. "Some coffee. I'm making you one" I said and poured the coffee in to two cups. "Hey, can you make one for Gerard?" He asked and grabbed one of the cups, still holding me.

"Gerard?" What was he doing back here? You might think I'm over reacting right? Well when someone looks through your personal journal it kind of pisses you off. I guess it is mostly my fault for leaving it out in the open. I'll just ignore it, he looked through my journal. So what, no harm done? Right?

"Yeah, I thought you two could get to know each other better" He whispered to me. I sighed and picked up another cup. I turned around and saw an awkward Gerard. I'm in my Harley Quinn and Joker pajamas standing in a kitchen in front of an attractive human being, make that two attractive humans. I blushed madly and felt my hand shake. Frank noticed and grabbed the cup from my shaking hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck. That's what my brain was saying. I took two deep breaths and focused on Frank, He smiled at me and winked. I calmed down and smiled back.

"Hello Gerard. My name is Charlotte, you can call me Charlie" I said confidently. Holy shit, that was better then I expected. I saw Frank in the corner of my eye raise his eyebrows and grin. "Hey" He looked down for a second "Sorry for yesterday... I didn't mean to look through your journal, it was rude-" I cut him off by giving him the coffee. "Don't worry about it. It was my fault, I shouldn't have put it out there in the open anyway" Again, Holy shit. I can speak confidently to this guy. I felt calm and nice. I took the cup from Frank back that he stole and walked into the lounge room.

I sat cross legged on the leather loveseat and Frank sat beside me. He wrapped an arm around me and Gerard sat on the couch opposite from us. I had two lounge rooms, one was a sitting room and one was with a TV. I sipped the warm drink and watched as Gerard looked at the wall.

I had awards and comic books framed up on the wall. Frank coughed and spoke up, breaking the silence. "Charlie, tell Gerard where you work! I got a feeling he'll love your answer" Frank rubbed my arm and grinned at me. Frank always loved boasting about my job to other people, he thought it was the best of the job in the world. I have to agree with him but it's just a job.
Gerard looked interested, his curiosity peaked. "I work for DC comics in the art department. I draw most of the comics up" I told him and his eyes widened. "What!? No way!" He squealed and looked at Frank for confirmation. "Yeah, it's pretty fun" I sighed and sipped on my coffee. "What comics do you do?" He asked in an excited voice, he reminded me of a little kid.

"Batman, Superman and all that" I smiled and he gasped. "I've got some spare comics upstairs if you want them" I sat up and put my cup on the table. He nodded rapidly and I smirked. "Come on then!" I jogged to my stairs and heard him follow after me. I got a feeling that Gerard and I might become good friends. "What's your hero?" I opened my office room and heard him gasp again. I had drawings and sketches of superheroes on my wall and comic books scattered everywhere. "Anything" He touched a sketch of Batman and cat woman kissing on the wall.

I picked up a few comics and threw them at him. He caught them and read through the titles. He didn't say anything, he just looked up at me. "Can I hug you?" He asked while putting the comics on my desk. I laughed and nodded. He ran to me and hugged me tightly. Frank was standing in the door way and chuckled at us. Gerard let me go and smiled at me. "This is so fucking awesome, best day ever" He ran to where he left the comics and showed them to Frank.

"Look! I got literature!" He squealed. "Yeah, Yeah you did Gee. Calm down" He patted Gerard on the back and he took a deep breath. Well at least I know what he's interested in. "Maybe one day I'll show you where I work" I picked up my sketch book and pencil case and tidied up a space for them. Gerard nodded and jumped on the spot.

The rest of the day was spent on getting to know each other and making stupid jokes. When they left I felt different. Gerard hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He kissed me... I felt butterflies rip through my stomach at the thought of his mouth on my face. I shook my head and went to my office. I had to draw up the last pages of the Harley Quinn comic.

My phone rang and I left it, too caught up to answer it. My mobile rang and I ignored that. It caught my attention when my phone rang again. I sighed and threw my pencil in defeat. I stomped to the phone and answered it. "Hello?" I muttered. "Hello, is this Charlotte Holmes?" The lady on the other end sounded professional. Confused, I answered with a yes. "This is Belleville hospital calling on behalf of a Mary Holmes. Your mother has been rushed to hospital earlier this evening, as apart of my job I need to inform all children of Mrs. Holmes" the lady told me and my heart stopped. My mother was in hospital.

"I'll be there right away" I hung up and got changed into my plain black jeans and black shirt. I grabbed my coat and ran into my garage. I clicked the door to the garage to open and went into my car. She was a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. I reversed out and drove all the way to the hospital. The road was wet from the heavy downfall that was still ongoing. Thoughts were rushing through my head. What the fuck happened? I skidded into a car park earning a shout from a group of doctors smoking. I rushed past them and into the doors. I went to the reception and saw a lady with thick rimmed glasses. "How may I help you?" The girl spoke with a bright smile.

"My mother, Mary Holmes was admitted today. Where is she? I'm her daughter" I said in a rushed voice, rain water dripping down my forehead. "Level 2, emergency wing in bed 203" She pointed toward an elevator. I thanked her and ran toward the elevator. I found her bed and nearly cried out. Her body was scratched up and she had wires and tubes coming out of her. I wrapped my hand over my mouth and cried. I grabbed her hand and sat next to her.
I kissed her forehead and her hand. I cried and watched her peaceful face. What happened to her? Why is she here? She should be at home, with dad. Where is my father anyway? What is happening!

A doctor came into the room with a clipboard and sighed. "Miss Holmes, may I speak to you in private" He pushed his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose and folded the clipboard under his arm. I nodded and followed him into a different room. "Your mother was in a car accident earlier today, she is currently in a coma. It's quite difficult finding out how long your mother will be in that coma but we think up to two months" He folded his hands on the desk and looked up to me.

I couldn't speak, I didn't know what to say. I got up abruptly and took a deep breath. I walked out of the room and to my car. I let the rain pour down on my head. I got into my car and felt myself shake again. I screamed into my hands and cried. My heart was beating fast and my head started to ache. I cried harder and slammed my hands on the dashboard. Why her? Why now? I was happy, I met someone new today, I was confident today!

I lost control of my body and drove to the only place in town I knew that would take the pain away.

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