Sinister secrets

Changing of perspective

Troye pov

It was about midnight by the time I returned to the house. The doors were all locked but that was easily fixed.

I twisted my hand round until I heard a slight click then flicked my fingers forward and the door swung open.

I walked in and silently shut the door with a motion of my hand.

I then slipped my shoes off and padded into the living room. It was eerily quiet just the light from outside casting soundless shadows across the floor. Suddenly like the flick of a switch it was light and all the others were sitting on the couches.

I seen the two British boys with almost identical haircuts talking to eachother. Phil seemed concerned but dan seemed terrified I was confused as to why until suddenly noise filled the room.

""Dan please!"phil begged

"I-I can't...I'm sorry."dan replied before he pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Just one bit?"phil asked

Dan just shook his head and buried his face in his knees. Phil sighed and sat around putting his feet on the floor.

"Dan???"Marcus asked

Dan glanced up at Marcus.

"Why not?"Marcus asked

"I don't know I just can't."he answered

I felt bad for the guy he seemed nice and shouldn't have to go through that. Then just as fast as it had started the noise stopped, everyone disappeared and the room went back into darkness.

I had a sudden thought and went into the kitchen using little gravity pockets to stop my feet hitting the floor and making a noise.

I put the various drinks I'd bought into the fridge then I grabbed an orange and put it on a tray then wrote a quick note putting that on as well. I went up to what I thought was dan and phils room. I knew it was next to Caspar's and opened it noiselessly placing the tray down next to dans sleeping figure.
I figured I might as well go tidy up the shattered bulb in my room while I was up here. I walked silently to my room went inside and shut the door. I looked at the glass and sighed thinking to myself. Honestly I needed to be more careful if anyone found out id be screwed.

I closed my eyes and twisted my hand in an upward motion hearing the slight tinkling of glass. I balled my hand into a fist before raising a finger and twirling it. I opened my eyes wide and quickly and suddenly the room was bathed in a bright light.

I grabbed my laptop and notebook before silently walking out of the room the light flicking off with a quiet click.

I wandered downstairs towards my favourite part of the new house: the recording room.
I had about as much idea about why it was here as I did about rocket science but I'm not complaining.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed the two bottles of vodka and the beers id bought earlier. I brought them with me into the recording room along with my laptop and other things I placed them down then slid my foot forward the door shutting with a quiet click.

I opened my laptop opening a file on GarageBand. The backing track I had been working on came on in the sound proof room and I listened to it while I set up the various instruments around the room that I thought that I would need.

Music had always been a safe place for me no matter what had happened I could always find comfort in music.

I opened a bottle of vodka and for the next few hours wrote my problems into lyrics then drank them away.