Dark Silences

Re-Write.

Hey guys so I got bored and wrote from Corey's point of view when he is about to meet Alice for the first time. I hope you like it.

This is basically for anyone like me who misses the living hell out these characters. Love you guys ❤️❤️

*Corey's POV*

This story starts at night.

Most do, I suppose. It's usually the day we think of as the most eventful half of the twenty-four hour period, but the night can be deadly. The night is shrouded in darkness, hiding a million secrets from everyone tucked up in the comfort of their beds.

But if, however, you decide to venture out into the shadowed streets, you might come across people like us. People like me. 

"Hey, Pretty Boy. You got a lighter?"

My freezing hands fumbled at the ripped fabric of my skinny-jean pocket. It was hopeless, They were shaking way too much to even feel if I was carrying anything. Shrugging at him, I dug my thumb into the top of the cold glass bottle I was holding. "Don't think I've got one on me."

"You're drunk." Danny told me, his shoulder-length brown hair masquerading his blood-shot eyes.

Deciding not to deny anything, I handed him the bottle and he downed it, subsequently throwing the glass down onto the pavement. I watched a thousand tiny shards scatter, looking almost like an explosion due to the moonlight's reflection.

"Where are we even meeting them?" I asked him, flicking my bleach blonde hair out of my face.

"There's this old, abandoned house down a path somewhere near here. Jack and Brandon said that they wanted to take a look inside."

"Why? It's just a stupid house." I raised my eyebrows, looking skeptically down the dingy road towards the trees.

Danny rolled his eyes at me and pointed towards the darkest area of the shrubbery. Icy air leapt through my veins as I shuddered violently.

"What's wrong?" he frowned at me. "You going to pass out or something?"

"No, no. I'm just cold."

Danny nodded and raised his eyebrows at me. "Ah. You're drunk."

"Shut up." I jokingly hissed at him, dragging my feet along the road towards the opening in the bushes.

Danny went through first, making his way clumsily through the unruly leaves. I tripped and nearly fell, swearing under my breath.

When we reached the clearing, I sighed. "Great, I bet this is some stupid prank that the guys have played on us. They're not here. Come on, let's go home. I told you that-"

"Shut up, Pretty Boy." he interrupted me. "I think I can hear someone." .

He'd always called me that, even more frequently since I'd dyed my hair. The fact that he was two years older than the rest of our friendship group made it a term of affection. 

A distant laugh echoed throughout the inky night. Voices whistled along the still air, blending in and sounding almost natural along with the hum of the crickets. Ahead in the darkness, a small orange light lit up to reveal the face of a boy with short, curly hair. It only lasted for a second, but we knew who it was.

"Hey! Brandon!" Danny called and turned to me. "He's got a lighter."

I tried to look excited about it, attempting to hide my solemn feelings. Spending my days raining on parades didn't help me feel any better myself.

Danny walked faster towards our friends, leaving me trudging behind, dragging my heels. "Give me your lighter, bro." Danny took the small red object out of Brandon's hands.

Soon they were both smoking. Brandon was smoking a cigarette; Danny was smoking something else. I stood there, well aware of the fact that the alcohol in my blood was starting to take more of an effect.

To one side of us stood a large, dark house. The windows were completely smashed and what probably used to be a garden was full of rocks and empty beer cans. Something about that house made my head spin and made all my thoughts get lost. Perhaps it wasn't the house. Perhaps I was just getting affected by Danny's smoke?

Breathing in deeply, I searched for some pure oxygen. "Where's Jack?"

"Taking a piss in the bushes over there. He's drunk as hell." Brandon shrugged. "Can you go check on him? He's acting a bit stupid. I probably shouldn't have let him go off on his own, but I didn't want to have to help him, you know... Urinate."

"Understandable." Danny smirked.

I nodded and made my way to the bushes, thankful to escape the intoxicating power of the smoke for a moment. Clutching my head, I called out for Jack. The familiar sound of vomiting came from behind a small tree with skinny branches. After a moment, Jack staggered into view.

"Hey! Corey..." he grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up. "What are you doing here?"

"I was sent to, um..." I decided to change my wording. "Danny and Brandon are ready to check out the house."

"Whoa. Okay, hold your horses." Jack ran his hand through his spiky hair and we walked in a rather untidy way back to the front area of the house.

Danny greeted Jack and the four of us climbed over the rusty fence and landed (some of us on our feet) in the garden. Jack stood up and stumbled into the middle of the path leading towards the front door. He glanced at the smashed glass littering the grass. "Christ. This is worse than my Dad's house."

I tried to hide my nervousness.

Searching old abandoned houses in the middle of the night was never my favourite thing to do. It never gave me the vibe that it was the sort of thing that would end well. Something told me to turn around and go back, but something else told me to go inside. The two feelings battled it out in my stomach, and I stood there feeling sick.

"Hey, look. Pretty Boy's scared." Danny smirked.

"I'm not scared... I just don't really see why we need to go in here." I hoped secretly that they'd agree.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Before we go in, can you pass me your drink, Brandon?"

Brandon handed him a half-full bottle of cheap alcohol. "Here. Down this." Danny told me. "You're going to need it if you're already thinking about whimping out."

I looked at it. "I really think that I've had enough." Everyone looked at me disapprovingly. "Okay, okay. Alright. I'll have a tiny bit."

The freezing liquid burned down my throat and tore into my chest.

Groaning, I shuddered and kept drinking until the bottle felt almost light in my hand. "Are you going to stop being a whimp now, Corey? Alright, we all know the plan, right? We just have to make it straight to the attic." Brandon told us. "Come on then, losers."

Gulping down some of my fear, I followed Brandon towards the large, wooden door. He took the handle and rattled it. "Shit. It's locked." He hissed.
Danny came up behind us and rammed his shoulder into the door. It fell down, creating a deafening blow in the dark silence of the wooden house. We looked at him for a second in shock. Smiling, he took the lead and marched in.

Not sure if my mind was playing tricks on me, I listened to a sound coming from upstairs. It sounded almost like someone running. My heart dropped into my stomach. "I really don't think this is-"

"Shut up." Jack said from behind me.
As we stepped further and further towards the attic, the whispers got louder and louder. Scratching came from inside of the walls. The floorboards screamed as we stepped up the stairs. Something sounded like it was dropping. The house was a blur.

Then we saw the door. The door to the attic.