It happens suddenly, making my stomach sick, creeping into every room slowly,yet is louder then the screaming before it.
This silence is eerie, horrifying, and yet, mystifying.
Screaming, the sound of pain and hate seeps out of their shattering voices from minutes ago, to be felt in this overwhelming silence as the slamming of the door echos in my memory.
Standing in the kitchen, caught in the cross fire, arms crossed over my chest, head down, staring at the floor, dead.
They scream, shattering what they'd fixed, in the slip of a hand.
