Silently Screaming

Chapter Eleven

Josh POV

"Hey, I'm headed to band practice? You wanna come with?" Lzzy offers from the door of my room, smiling ever so sweetly at me. From what I've heard about her, it isn't very often that she's willingly nice. I must be an exception in her book.

"Sure, let me get dressed and I'll meet you in the kitchen in five." I smile back, a real smile. I used to not smile, but since I've been here, it's all been coming back to me. The good feelings. I feel safe here. Everyone has been so welcoming- well everyone except my dearest room mate, Camber. Camber, whose at some doctor's appointment right about now. I don't know what she has against me, or what I did wrong, but she doesn't like me it seems.

I get up off of my bed, and go searching for some real clothes to put on. I find a red plaid shirt with a white undershirt, and faded jeans to top it off. My black converse aren't in sight, so I look under Camber's bed and find something more interesting than shoes.

A sketch book.

Being the nosy person that I am, I open it up, and staring at me are eyes. Haunting eyes, sketched roughly in a charcoal pencil it looks like. The detail is impeccable and raw. It seems like she's thought about them a long time.

Flipping to the next page, the same thing. I flip through the rest of the book, and that's all their is. Eyes. Not different pairs of eyes either, just the same ones. All haunting, and dark, sort of creepy in a way.

But on the last page, it's a different set of eyes. The only pair of eyes in color, and the only eyes that don't look creepy. The pupils are a warm, chocolate brown color, and I can feel them piercing my soul. She has phenomenal detail, and for a second, I think the eyes resemble my own. That's ridiculous. I don't even think she's seen your eyes, stupid.

Are you coming or not?!" Lzzy yells from downstairs, sounding impatient. I brush the silly thought off, and slip my converse on.

Trolloping(is that a real word?) down the steps, I nearly run into Lzzy, whose standing in the foyer, guitar case in hand.

"Let's go, we're running late."

I follow her out to a van, with The Carebear Killers spray-painted on the side. Classy. Note my sarcasm?

Her twin, Arejay, is in the drivers seat, beating some unknown rhythm against the wheel.

"Come on! Ivori's going to be pissed! This is our fourth time in a row we'll be late." We both get in the van, and he steps on it.

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"You're late. Again." A pretty blond with brown highlights greets us, a scowl on her face. She must be Ivori.

"Hey, at least I'm not the one who told an interviewer to go fuck himself on live TV." Arejay retorts, causing the bass player to laugh.

"Oh, shut up Zaid. I only cursed him out because he was a fucktard." She rolls her brown eyes, winking at me. I feel a blush creep up on my cheeks, and look down to my feet.

"Sure...that's the reason why." The sarcasm is thick in Zaid's voice, and this time I snicker.

"What ever. Let's go get the equipment." She holds the door open for the four of us, and we bring in the equipment.

When we're done, I sit in an empty booth, and take a look around. I realize we're in a cafe. An empty cafe. The lights are dim, and no one else is here except us.

"Um, are you sure that we're allowed to be here?" I ask nervously, getting ready to stand up and leave. Lzzy stops tuning her guitar to look at me.