Seeing The Silence by Tyler Lace (dark books to read txt) 📕

I knocked twice.

"Yeah, I'll be there. Bye." He hung up and opened the door. "What's up?"

I looked around his room, he had his wallet on his bed and was putting on a black jacket.

"You going out?"

He opened the door fully and picked up his wallet, before looking back up at me, putting the wallet away, and adjusting his black gloves. "Yes."

"Where?"

He smirked. "Well aren't you noisy, little miss." He ruffled my hair and closed his cupboard. "If you must know, I'm just going to the park. Don't worry, there will be no alcohol, it's just a little party a friend invited me to."

I glanced over to his pin board covered in paper and drawings. "Uh huh..."

"You can come if you want?"

I looked up at him. "Does mum know?"

He rolled his eyes. "Mum doesn't care what I do, as long as I've done all my work." He picked up a book from his desk and chucked it toward me. I caught it, nearly dropping it. "See for yourself, noisy." He grinned as I opened it and he walked over to the window.

I looked up from the book of papers and essays. "Why climb out the window, then?"

He shrugged and looked over his shoulder. "It's way more fun. Do you need to grab a warmer jacket?"

I looked down at my attire. I was wearing a dark, long sleeve with black tights and a red skirt that went out a bit and reached my knees. "I'm not wearing a jacket-" My vision was blurred as a green thing hit my face. I pulled the jacket off.

"You can borrow that."

I stared at it. The cardigan was camouflage and had spikes on the shoulders. "Cool. Thanks."

"Good. Now, come on." He opened the window and swung his legs over, before disappearing. I followed him, sliding down the water pipe.

"Ow!" I hit the ground, the night air hitting my skin.

"Let's go." He started to walk as I stumbled after him.

"Wait up!"

He walked into our open garage and pulled out his motorbike. He chucked me a helmet and a jacket.

"Wait. We're riding on that?!"

He pulled on his jacket. His voice was muffled with the red and black helmet on as he adjusted the gloves again. "It is a beautiful bike, thank you." He swung his leg over the jet black bike, turning to me. "Put on your gear, and get on."

I blinked. I shoved on the jacket, then pulled the purple helmet over my head. "Who's helmet is this?"

"Carrie's."

"Carrie rides?!"

He chuckled. "Yes, only to impress guys. The last time she was over, she left her gear here."

"Isn't she in Canada now? She left, like, A YEAR AGO!"

He nodded. "Which is why she hasn't picked it up. Now quit complaining and get on, little miss."

I sighed and stood on my toes to get on, hearing the engine hum.

He revved the bike, before it sped down the driveway, and through the street. I clutched onto him for my life. I felt as if I was just going to fall off and skid on the ground.

We turned another corner. "You have to lean with me!" he called over his shoulder, me nodding in return.

We turned another. And another. Then another.

He pulled off the jacket and helmet, putting them in the little locked carrier at the back. I passed him mine and he did the same, then locked it.

"Wow," I breathed. It was really cool. It was an ordinary park usually, with the normal lake flowing. But it was not tonight. Tonight, white lights hung on trees, which looked like Christmas decorations, or never blinking fireflies, and the lake sparkled under the illuminating trees. There were tables covered with food and a stereo with music pumping out. I could see a large group dancing, and a few people talking under trees, holding plastic cups.

"May have lied about the alcohol," he whispered, snapping me out of my daze.

"Do you drink?"

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "The smell makes me sick, I doubt I could stomach it. Oh, hey." He waved at a boy who was talking to a few friends. It was the same guy that climbed out the window, and he was wearing the same clothes. He approached and kissed Danny's cheek, before giving him a quick hug.

"Who's this?" he asked, gesturing to me.

"I'm Caroline." I didn't smile, just looked at him as he did.

"Cool. I'm Charlie."

I nodded. "Cool," I stated, not really paying attention.

Charlie whispered something into my brother's ear, causing him to nod and smile. "Hey, little miss, I'm just going over to talk to people with Charlie. Will you be right?"

I hesitated before agreeing, forgetting who Charlie was for a second, and watched the two walk off. I stood there for a few second, until I got bored and walked away myself, towards are group of empty seats.

All I could see was dancing, kissing, chatting and laughing. I swear a whole hour of me constantly changing positions passed. People came and went. But, nonetheless, the party only grew.

I heard someone make a noise so I looked up, and my eyes met another teenagers. He looked the same age as me and was wearing a black trenchcoat, green shirt, and black jeans. His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he stood in front of me and his black hair moved in the wind.

"Hello?"

He smiled down at me, before doing some signs. I'm Taylor.

I had to think about it for a second, before responding. I'm Caroline. What's up?

Not much. My sister made me come. She said I need to socialize or something. He rolled his eyes.

I couldn't help but smile. My brother asked if I wanted to join. I only agreed so I could escape my house and then insisted he go hang with his boyfriend so I could sit here by myself.

He flushed. I can leave, if you want?

No. You can stay. I smiled and he smiled back. I offered him a chair and he sat, watching the people dance.

Do you think they are tired?

Maybe they'll just collapse and fall asleep.

In the dirt?

He nodded, I smiled.

What if the lake overflows?

Then some will get a midnight swim. He shrugged.

I wouldn't be surprised if that happens anyway.

He chuckled, his coat blowing in the wind. How do you know sign?

My stomach knotted at the thought of the other boy doing signs and getting no response. We learnt it in primary school. You? I'm an idiot. I immediately regretted saying the last part, but he just smiled.

I have experience.

Of course you do. I smiled again, before looking up to see people stumbling over and spilling drinks on each other. Sorry, I bet to find my brother before he says something and gets punched by an idiot.

He nodded and I rose, walking through all the crowds.

I didn't find my brother for about five minutes, until, finally getting past the dancing puppets, I saw him against a tree, kissing Charlie, and they were both red in the face, with Charlie's hands climbing up Danny's waist and Danny's hands connecting around Charlie's neck.

"Ahem," I coughed, and Charlie broke the kiss, but started kissing my brothers neck.

Danny looked at me and I waved awkwardly, him smiling back. This was not an unusual sight for me to find. But it was usually a different person every few times.

"Do ... you want ... to go ... home?" asked my brother, attempting to ignore the kisses running up his neck to his lips again.

I scratched my head awkwardly. "Uhh ... Yeah, I've got things to do tomorrow and it's twelve."

Danny broke the kiss and whispered something to Charlie, and he looked at me, then back at Danny.

He let go and looked back at me, still keeping an arm around Danny's waist. "I could drive you and your brother home, if you want?"

I smiled at him awkwardly, him smiling back. Obviously they were going to drive me back then come back, and Danny wouldn't leave for hours and would return with his bike. It was fair enough, I guess. He never got to spend time with people unless mum and dad were out or he leaved the house. He had school but it was not the same.

"Do you want to do that, Little miss?" Insisted my brother, so I just nodded.

Charlie let go and hurriedly walked towards the parking lot, us following, and unlocked a black, spacious car. He stepped in the driver's seat and I went into the back, while my brother stepped into the front next to him.

I rested my head back. "How long have you known Danny for?" I asked, impulsively.

I heard Danny take a breath before Charlie spoke. "We're in the same art class together." He turned the key and we began driving. "Have been for a week now, since I just moved here from Los Angeles."

I couldn't detect much of an accent in him.

"How did you two meet, though?" Why did I always do this?

"We got paired together for an art project."

"Oh, is that why you were over this afternoon?"

He paused, but my brother interrupted. "Exactly."

I just stayed quiet for the rest of the car ride, not wanting to deal with a possible awkward conversation. I was actually really tired, so I nearly drifted off, but the sound of my brother chuckling made me wake up. My eyes fluttered open and I put my hand on the car seat in front, pulling myself up. "Are we home yet?" I asked tiredly.

Danny broke away from Charlie's lips, then looked at me. "Yeah. See you little miss."

I closed the door then ducked down, waving at him before Charlie pulled him by his collar and they continued kissing.

I walked to the side of the house where the big tree was near my window, and then grabbed hold of branches, climbing to my window and pulling it open.

I stumbled in and fell on my face. "Ow," I groaned. I got up, on shaky arms, and closed the window. I pulled off his jacket and, throwing it over a chair, I collapsed on the bed, then turned to see my digital clock.

12:45

I didn't remember it taking forty minutes to drive from here to the park.

Rolling my eyes, I pulled off my shoes, still lying down, threw them towards the cupboards, then pulled up the blanket.

Beep! Beep! Beep-

"Ow!" I rubbed my head and sat up, before disentangling myself from the blanket and rising from the floor.

Knock, knock.

"What?" I groaned, rubbing my temples.

The door creaked open and my sister appeared, her hair tied into a bun and wearing blue shorts and a red shirt with a picture of a black, broken heart. Good on me for buying her that for Christmas. "I'm hungry."

"What time is it?" I asked, tiredly, sitting back on my bed.

"Eight."

I groaned and fell back, hitting my head on the wall. I sat back up immediately, now with a throbbing in my head, then looked at my sister. "You know how to make food."

"Yes, but I can't reach the bread."

I walked over to my chair and picked up Danny's jacket, chucking it over my shoulder. "Okay, let me give this to Danny."

She smiled and nodded, before leaving.

Knock, knock, knock, knock-

"What?" demanded a tired Danny.

I opened the door and threw the jacket on his face, but the jacket came flying back. "Thanks for being helpful."

"Anytime," he replied.

I threw it at him, and he threw it back. "What are you doing?!"

"Sh, sh, sh, shhhhhhh. It's early, and you're yelling, and you're voice is squeaky."

"My voice is. Not. Squeaky."

"Yeah, yeah." He sat up, running a hand through his dark hair. He got up, only wearing jeans, and moved to his mirror, playing with his hair. "I need to go get my hair done."

"Dye or cut?"

"Dye." He walked to his wardrobe and whacked on a shirt, then pulled on his fingerless, skull gloves.

"Did you steal my eyeliner?" I accused, pointing at the makeup on his desk.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you're you. And you went to that goth party last week."

"Oh yeah. Here." He threw