Silences

Brooke spots a haunting figure, leaving her terrified and questioning reality.

         
'Why am I here'


Brooke thinks as she stares at the broad shoulders of her dad's back, waiting in line at the Oprah hall. She doesn't understand why she has to go to another one of her siblings' shows. She's been to six in the last three weeks; she truly doesn't understand why someone would pay so much money to sit in a chair for hours to listen to something that you can listen to at home?


"Why did I have to come to this, you could have just left me at home!"Brooke said, throwing her hands over her head trying to emphasize her point."Because you want to support your sibling", her dad says in a know-it-all tone,"Plus, they go to all your events, so you have to do the same," he says as he hands the attendees their tickets.


She physically cringes, stiffened up and raised her eye-brow."I don't have games 5 times a week", she says In a more annoyed tone than she intended, earning her a warning glare from her dad. "Mmhh ok, then how would you feel if they didn't show up to one of your volleyball games?" He asked, while spinning around on his heels, walking backwards with a raised eye-brow, facing brooke. "I wouldn't care", she snarled back. Causing her dad to jerk his head back in disbelief, smacking his teeth, seemingly unamused.


But in truth, Brooke really wouldn't give 2 cracker-jack if her brothers didn't want to go to her games. If they didn't want to go, they didn't want to go. In her head thats just fewer people coming to her games and fewer people mean less distraction and less distractions means better gameplay. To her it's just a win/win situation.


"Whatever you say", he says under his breath, shaking his head in annoyance , turning back around with his back facing Brooke. "Let's go find ourselves some seats!", her dad says seemingly ignoring her last comment.


"yeah yeah", She says in a droned voice, rolling her eyes.


* * *


When they got to their seats, she dropped to her chair with a loud sigh, looking around the theater in pure awe as she felt her annoyance slowly disappear from her body. Now don't get her wrong she hated going to her sibling's opera shows but she will never hate this stage. The beautiful rows and rows and rows of red chairs that lead along the many floors of the opera theater, will never fail to give her goosebumps.


A smile spread across her face as she looked up in pure admiration at the theater and all its glory, but she was kicked out of her wonderstruck state when she felt a pair of eyes on her. Her dad's eyes, in particular, who was sitting next to her with a smirk on his face.


"What", She asked side-eyeing her dad with a raised eye-brow."Ohhhhhh Nothing, just that you look like you just met God himself", he says with a smile reaching his ears. "NO I DON'T!", she says while blushing and punching her dad In the arm, while he laughs in that deep, welcoming chuckle that she Knows and Loves.


"Just be quiet and watch the stupid show", she says, slumping in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "yAeH YaEh", he says in a wobble voice, mocking her from earlier."YOU'RE SO ANNOYING, YOU KNOW THAT!!", she says, holding back from giggling."Look who's t-", he says before being cut off by the lights going dim, and the bright, white lights pointing toward the stage shot on, as the curtains open. Revealing a kid who's probably no older than 13, holding a violin, standing in front of what Brooke can only describe as a shipwreck or a ship sinking in a storm. It's one or the other


"And the show begins"


* * *


Everything was going great until about 35 mins in and she felt a pair of eyes on her. "Do you need someth-", she said while turning her head to face her dad but being cut-off by the fact that....there was a drool running down his mouth as he silently snored in his sleep.


"So much for "supporting your siblings" I guess",she says, rolling her eyes before going back to the job at hand, looking around trying to find who was staring at her. After a while she gave up assuming it was just some stupid kid.


The lights flash as the scenes change and Brooke looks up. And her blood freezes as she sees something or Someone. Staring straight at her. With eyes so soulless that it seems like notings behind them, staring at her as if they were trying to steal her soul in place of theres. If she didn't know any better she would have thought it was a ghost.


But just as she saw them they were gone, leaving a line of smoke in the wake. "WTF???", she said, hyperventilating, with bullets of sweat running down her neck. Her face became red and her eyes blurry, seemingly forgetting where she was. She was thankful to God for sitting so close to the stage that no one could hear her-other than her dad.


"HUH WHAT- wh- HUH whwt WRONG, OH GOD WHAT???!!!!?!???!??!?". He spewed as he was awakened out of his peaceful slumber not so peacefully. "T-t-here w-was s-s..ome on..e th- th- th- there", she pointed where she saw the person,"s- st- staring a-a.at m..m..me". As soon as she started talking her dads eyes widened with concern. She was stuttering, something she hasn't done in almost a decade. Something was wrong, something was really wrong and they both knew it.


And for the rest of that night, they were quiet. When the show was over as they got up from their seats, Nothing.When they went backstage to get her brothers, Silent . And as he drove into their driveway and put the car in park as they slowly turned their heads to look at each other.


SILENCE...