I hate silence. It's empty, shallow, lacking substance. It is so quiet it's loud, straining my ears. No melody, rythym or beat. No noise. It sickens me, silence. How can you relax in deep, dark silence? How can it be bared? I doubt I will ever fully understand how something of that horror can be so pleasurable. I can make out every single noise in a silence. Every fault in the design of life.
I turn the dial on my stereo, the morning radio host being silenced. I listen to him every morning, Fletch. I can't bare the quiet so I switch on the radio to fill the empty void. My cellphone vibrates from my bedside table, hovering over the wooden surface. I reach for it, reading the message from Danny-
Petra is freaking hurry up and get outside!
I lock my phone before chucking it into my bag and clutching the shoulder straps in my hand. I awkwardly run down the stairs, quickly yelling goodbye to the household before continuing out the already open door. I slow down once I'm outside, catching my breath before hopping in the backseat of Petras Mini. I've always admired her car, rusted metal visble from under a faded red paint job. The engine roars to life as we swerve out onto the almost empty, suburbian road. "Took you fucking long enough Frey, we are going to be fucking late." Petra scolds as I buckle my belt and shuffle down into the plastic seat. "Sorry." I mumble. "Well did you eat something Burty?" Daniel turns his body to face me from the passenger seat. His brown eyes are so full of worry that I cringe and break eye contact, admiring my feet. "Yeah, yeah." Something hits me in the stomach, a soft bump really. An apple lands in my lap, shiny and red, blood red. I take hold of it, daring to look back up at Danny smiling warmly. "Eat." He says sharply before turning back to face the road. "Ooh! I love this song. Don't you Frey?" Petra leans forward, taking one hand off of the steering wheel to turn up the radio. A familiar rythym fills the air and I recognise it straight away. Taking a bite of my apple I smile into the crunch, juice running down my chin. I wipe it away and Petras lovely voice fills the car.
"Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono."
Danny pipes up, joining the chorus while I'm to busy trying to eat, trying. "Last year of college! Lets get fucked bitches!" He screams making me giggle, he is always so happy, joyful. The brick wall and gate come into view as we round a corner, the far side of the small car lifting off the ground with the speed. "Jesus Christ bitch! Watch your driving!" Danny growls at Petra who just flips him off.
A/N Thanks for reading by the way..much appreciated. So sorry Marcel hasn't come in yet, next chapter I pinky swear! Ok check the external link for Freyas outfit(main character) and a picture of danny on the side(guess who it is heheh) xx
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