Dark Silences

Four.

*Corey's POV*

Although we stood about 20 meters away from the abandoned house, I could feel the fire's angry burn. "Damn, Jack! You fucked up!" I ran my hand through my bleach blonde hair.

"Chill! No one will notice. This house is way out. Besides, it's not like anyone lives here." Jack shrugged.

"Meh... I guess you're right." I stubbed my cigarette out and picked up my skateboard. Earlier that day me and my three other friends had decided to find a new place to skate. We're all a bunch of emo skaters, so what? My name is Corey, and I have bleach blonde emo hair and black snake bites. My friends are Jack, who has spiky hair and a tattoo on his arm, Brandon, who has curly hair and is a huge nerd, and lastly is Danny, who has shoulder length black hair and is a major junkie. Half the time I can't tell if he's high or not. 

"Come on, dudes. Let's roll." Danny threw down his penny-board and started to skate down the dusty, beige path. 

Everyone except me started skating, and just as I was about to follow them, I felt a weird feeling in my stomach. The window. The window.

The window.

Something was telling me to look up at the attic window. I looked up, and felt my heart stop. I could see the silhouette of a person, standing, watching the fire. Without thinking, my feet were pounding the ground, and I was sprinting towards the burning house. The smoke singed my lungs as I started to make my way to the attic. 

I burst in and immediately felt the flames' heat smack me. "Hello?" I called. 

That's when I saw the girl. Her hair was long and dark, but so matted you could hardly tell. Her skin was so pale she looked dead, and in all my life I've never seen someone as skinny as her. She looked like a ghost. But what got me were the eyes. I'd never seen eyes like those on anyone ever before. If I'd ever seen Hell in someone's eyes before, there it was. 

"Come on! Let's get out of here!" I called to her. She shrunk into the corner, timidly. "Come on you crazy bitch! You'll die in here!" 

"I... I have to wait for my Dad." she said quietly. 

"What?" I frowned, the rising panic in my chest starting to smother me. 

"My dad said he'd be back to get me. I need to wait here for him." she said all this as if there wasn't a blaze in the room. 

"Do you know what your dad will come in to find if you stay here? A dead fucking body. Probably two, because I'm not leaving you here." I felt like tearing my hair out. What was wrong with her?

Getting scared of my yelling, she whimpered and flinched. "What's your name?" I asked calmly, changing my tactic. 

"A-Alice..." she mumbled. 

"Alice? I'm scared." I said, looking at the floor. She stared at me intently. It was like trying to tame a wild horse. You had no idea what she was going to do. 

"Why are you scared?" Alice asked. 

"I'm scared of the fire." I said softly. "Can you hold my hand?"

Slowly, she took a step towards me. I heard the beams in the ceiling shake. They could fall at any moment, killing both of us. "Fire isn't anything to be scared of." Alice said gently. "It can't hurt us that bad." 

"It can. Please hold my hand." I begged. "I'm terrified." 

Alice took another slow step forward. Suddenly, a beam from the ceiling fell, and Alice gasped, just dodging it. By now, I could hardly breathe. "Alice..." I croaked. "Come and keep me safe." 

She walked over and as soon as she took my hand, I scooped her up over my shoulder and started sprinting down the stairs, out the doors and into safety.