Seeing The Silence - Tyler Lace (inspirational books to read TXT) 📗

large amps, one guitar and bass lying against a torn up couch, a carpet lying on the floor, and some hanging lights.

Looking to my left, I saw my other friend, Andy, sitting on the couch, his hair jet black and eyes bright red. He was wearing a skull shirt and blue jeans.

"You're contacts are different."

Andy nodded, lying his head back. "I needed new ones."

Rose spoke up. "Eyesight getting worse?"

"No."

"Maybe you should stop playing video games?" she said, snidely.

"Maybe you should shut your trap," he sighed, closing his eyes.

I walked over and poked his face. "Don't sleep!"

"Don't touch me."

"Well then open your eyes. I brought food." Rose now had the bag and began hitting him with it, but he just ignored it.

"Stop."

"Nope."

"You know how you say your little brother annoys you sometimes?"

"Yes?"

He sighed and grabbed the bag, opening it. "I think its the other way around," he mumbled as he pulled out the paper bag.

"I'm sure Caroline annoys her older brother." I was sitting down against the wall by that point, across from Andy. "Seeming, she is the younger sister," added Rose, snatching the bag from him.

"By a year."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

He sighed and looked at me, his arm thrown over the back. "He's in year eleven now, right?" I nodded in response. "There," he stated, looking back at Rose, "a year."

She glared as she pulled a piece of the bun and ate it.

"What took you so long, by the way?" insisted Rose, throwing the bun at Andy's face.

"I had to go shopping, tried to uncover things from my brother, then lost my sister and had to look for her," I sighed, slumping forward.

"Is your brother still dating Liam?"

I looked up. "Who?"

Andy hit Rose on the arm, softly. She glared. "Wrong person. Liam was dating this other guy."

Rose looked off. "But I could of sworn he dated a Liam."

I shook my head. "Hang on. Yes, he dated a Liam, but which Liam are you guys referring to?"

Andy ate some of the finger bun and pointed to his hair. "Pink hair. Works at that instrument shop. Older brother in the football team."

"Oh, no he hasn't dated him. Probably will."

Rose tilted her head to the side. "Why does he date a lot of people?"

"Do you mean why do people date him? Or why he keeps finding new people?" I asked.

"I know why they keep dating him. But why the new people? I didn't even know we had that many guys!"

I chuckled and Andy spoke up. "I'd guess he meets people through his friends."

I nodded as he chucked me the paper bag and I tore off a piece.

"But why does he do it? He doesn't seem like the kind of guy that would just leave someone or date someone if he wasn't interested."

I shrugged. "I don't know why." I threw my head back, hitting the wall. "Dammit!" I held the back of my head. "I thought we were here to practice?"

Andy sighed and stood up. "I have to agree." He walked over and plugged in a red and black bass, a screeching noise filling the air for three seconds, standing in front of a microphone.

Rose sighed and sat at her drums, picking up the sticks, after adjusting her microphone, as I picked up the black and purple electric guitar, plugging it in, and stood in front of the mic.

Andy and I slung our instrument's straps over our shoulders, though his bass was left handed, before Andy turned up the amps.

Rose lifted up her sticks and hit them together. "One, two, three, four!"

After the intro of the guitar having slides and push ons, and the drums playing fast with the bass, the guitar was being played with muted notes and the drum was simple.

I stepped up to the microphone.

"I can't find the truth,

Or who I am to become.

Don't know what to do,

And I'm stuck with the growing fire.

I've lost almost everything

In this-"

Andy stepped up with me.

"Growing war!"

The drums stopped and I did a quick slide before it all came back in.

"With the blaze gone,

And the soul forever lost,

What are we to become?

And the sun goes down,

But the moon shall not rise up,

For in darkness there is no light.

In darkness, we will all spite,

For this world is forever lost!"

I muted the notes again as Andy sung.

"Tell me I can't win

And I'll fall in this dirt.

So give me a weapon,

And give me a choice,

To fight for it all

Or to run!

From this war-"

There was another loud screeching noise as something was unplugged. I covered my ears as we all looked at the source, as Andy took off the strap and placed the bass in the stand next to the amp.

"Kyle!" yelled Rose at her younger brother. He had messy brown hair with green shirt and shorts. He looked around ten.

Andy rolled his eyes and huffed as Rose got up and waved the sticks at her brother as she stormed up to him. "Why did you do that?!"

"Put the sticks down before you cut someone's head off," sighed Andy, grabbing them off her and putting them on her drum kit.

She returned her gaze to Kyle. "Why did you do that?!"

He waved his hands around. "Shush. There are teenagers in front of the house."

"Hate to burst your bubble kid, but we're teenagers," said Rose, pointing at all of us.

Andy put her arm down. "Put your arm down before you poke someone's eye out."

She glared at him as he threw himself onto the couch.

"What do you mean, Kyle?" I asked.

He walked over to the amps and turned them off. "They aren't nice Teenagers."

"Huh?"

Andy looked up, still with the same expression. "Are they those jerks that spray painted your house last week?"

Kyle nodded, while I looked dumbfounded.

"Someone spray painted the house?"

Rose just looked down. "More or less."

"What she means," Kyle added, "is that they sprayed arrows in the driveway spelling out the word 'homo'."

Andy shook his head. "Bunch of idiots who just get bored and like to make fun of people, mainly. Which means I will personally throw them in a lake."

Rose's mood had changed at the topic. "It's fine guys. What are they doing Kyle?"

He looked back up from Andy's bass, which he was admiring. "Throwing eggs."

"Well aren't they original," sighed Andy, getting up. As he did, I took off my guitar and put it on the stand, then followed Andy and Rose out the front door, not wanting to let them see the instruments in case they tried to steal them.

"Stay here," said Rose to Kyle, who just nodded and closed the door behind us.

The group was only three people that consisted of three guys. One had dark hair and the other two had blonde.

"What are you doing?" sighed Andy.

One of the boys made a noise from the back of his throat, pointing at Rose. "Look, the girly boy is out of their habitat."

"Can you not be an ass?" I asked.

"Or are you incapable of not being annoying?" Rose mocked.

The one with brown hair spoke up. He was taller than the others and wore shorts and a grey shirt. "I'm confused, were you born a guy and just had a fascination with skirts? Or-"

"Were you born an idiot?" I Inquired.

"Oh shut it, freak."

"Who knew a guy who thinks himself above everyone could be a bitch," said Andy, folding his arms.

"Oh great, you bite to," exclaimed the shortest one. "Who knew they could."

His eye twitched. "Excuse me? They?" He took a step forward. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, because you're hanging with the freaks, you obviously have something wrong too."

"Something wrong? What the hell is your problem?!" I yelled.

"We don't have a problem. He's the one who hides in skirts. He's an emo freak. And you're the one who has nothing better to do than hang with losers."

It was my time to twitch. "Firstly, don't label my friends. Secondly, they aren't losers. And, third, don't use 'he' when they're a 'she', you incompetent ass!"

"Bitch!"

"That's it. Someone's about to die." Andy grabbed my arm before I could do anything.

"They're literally holding you back."

Rose picked up a stone, throwing it up and catching it. "I swear, you throw another egg, or say another word, I'll throw this so it goes through your head."

The tall one just made a noise from the back of his throat. "You- OW!" He grabbed his shin as Rose picked up another stone.

"I don't know why you thought she was lying, buddy," exclaimed Andy. "The girls got green hair. I'm sure she wouldn't mind some red streaks."

One of the boys tilted his head, not getting what he said, but the other two just stumbled back as Rose readied a few more stones.

She threw another, purposely hitting near his feet, and he fell over, tripping over his own feet. He reached for an egg but she threw one near his hand.

"Let's get out of here," said the tall one, turning around and stalking off, the other boys following him.

Andy sighed as Rose exited the patio and checked the garage door. "They got egg everywhere," she mumbled, putting her head down.

I sat down on the steps, looking up at Andy. "How many times have you heard them say 'emo'?"

"Them? Or people?" I blinked as he approached Rose. "They're just idiots."

She nodded.

"Rose, don't feel bad-"

"It's fine," she mumbled, walking towards the door.

"You hit the guy in the leg," said Andy mutually. "That was kind of cool."

"Yeah?"

I smiled. "Shame you didn't hit them in the eye."

"That is very violent, Caroline." She paused, a smile creeping on to her face.

It didn't take long before thirty minutes had passed and I decided to leave them, not wanting another close call like last time. I said my fare well and promised to see them at school tomorrow and, when I exited the building, the sky looked like a painting, the sky covered in orange and pink.

As I descended through the dark alley, and through the gate, I saw a teenager just sitting against the wall, his head hanging low and black hair hiding under a beanie. For a moment I thought they were that boy from the party, but then just kept walking, not wanting an awkward conversation if they didn't end up being them.

'If I see those idiots again I will end them,' I thought as I neared my house. What was their problem?!

I closed the door, starting to lose all faith in humanity, before my sister tackled me into a hug.

"You came back early!"

I blinked, getting off the floor and straightening my shirt. "How early?"

"Twenty minutes."

A sigh escaped me and I said my thanks to Nisha before trudging up the stairs and past my brother's bedroom. I thought about talking to him, but I didn't want to walk in on him kissing anyone or talking on the phone or whatever, so I just opened my door and shut it behind me.

I picked up the clothes lying on the floor, then spotted a bunch of papers on my empty desk. I trudged over and went through them but found nothing that was interesting. They were just papers Mum must have found somewhere, holding notes when I would of been practicing tests.

After chucking a few behind me, I found one that caught my eye. It held all these drawing of this person in what looked like dance positions, with arrows and notes underneath. It didn't look like my handwriting. It was too neat. But then I realised, they must of been Danny's. When he was younger he would do hip-hop. But Dad and Mum made him promise to give it up and study harder so he did as he was told and didn't have anything to do with it, at least, that's what I had thought before.

I got rid of the other papers and walked out of my room, straight to Danny's. I held my fist to the door but then I hesitated. I didn't know why I was. I think it was because I didn't