Porcelain ~ Marianas Trench

Silence seemed to consume the air as death glares were being shot between the two. Tension was high in the air, hanging above the long wooden dinner table. No one said a word. It was as if they wanted to see who would dare to speak. Dare to ruin what they have created for the past humdrum hour. Yet still, no one said a word, flinched a limb, nor moved a muscle. The only source of noise was of the warm crackling fireplace, and the never ending ticking of the clock. They were the only sounds that accompanied the ongoing battle.

Looking beyond their facial expressions, which could kill anyone who stole a glance at them, was a fierce flame. A flame that burned in their eyes, one filled with such hatred, such regret. But they weren't always like this. Once upon a time they were companions, friends, and most importantly, lovers. Their passionate love led to marriage, and their commitment led to having a child.

"Clare, I think it's time for you to be excused." My mother said, sounding more like a command then a statement.

Not wanting to irritate her anymore, I obeyed pushing in my chair and leaving my untouched food on the table for the maid to take care of. I didn't necessarily understand why we had a maid in the first place. I could have easily taken the plate myself and done away with it, but that's how impossible my mother is. Our money could be going to something more meaningful, like a charity or something. I tried talking her out of it a few times, but she said I spoke of "nonsense." I'd have to say otherwise.

Taking one last look at the mad couple, otherwise known as my distraught parents, I couldn't help but wonder what had changed between them. Could it ever be fixed? Had their relationship already been shattered like broken glass? There are only questions, and no answers seem to exist. I turned on the ball of my feet and scurried off into my room, the only place that has the good kind of silence.

I didn't know what else to do with myself since going downstairs wasn't an option, so I walked over to my bookshelf which seemed to have dust collecting on it. Lightly brushing my fingers over all the hard covered books, I stopped at a particular one. Taking it out of its place, I smiled as I read the title.

"Fortnight: the Vampire Series." I whispered to myself.

I smiled again, remembering how obsessed I was with this series in my freshman year of high school. My smile soon faded as some bad memories came to mind. I wasn't the most popular girl back then, and I often got made fun of because of the clothes that I wore, which was a uniform from my previous school, and a pair of oval shaped classes that seemed to have hid my best feature, according to my best friend Ali. Along with those dreadful thoughts, I quickly remembered my messy breakup with KC. KC was the very first boy in my life that was more than just a friend. He was so nice to me, but to think that I actually thought that he truly loved me makes me sick to my stomach. Turns out he just wanted to get with my best friend Jenna, or so I thought she was my friend at the time. Moral of the story? You can't really trust anyone.

I sighed, putting the book away, along with the terrible memories. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I mumbled.

"Hey sweetheart, I just wanted to apologize at what you witnessed with your mother and I. As you have guessed, things aren't really going too good, and I just want you to know that-"

"Is it because of me? Was it something that I had done?" I questioned, cutting him off.

"No, and I don't want you ever to think that. This has to do with only your mother and I."

I slightly smiled in relief.

"I just want you to know that you will always be my little princess, no matter what." He said sympathetically as he kissed my forehead.

"I love you, dad."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

I watched him slowly rise off my bed and walk out of the room. I was relieved that they weren't fighting about something wrong that I had done, but my mind still wondered to the possibilities of the many problems and different scenarios in which did take place in their relationship. I am their daughter, so I should have a right to know.

I shook off all of the negative thoughts that seemed to swarm in my head and shut off my table lamp, closed my eyes, and let my head hit the pillow.

But before I had completely drowned myself in a dark slumber, I heard a loud noise echo through the house. It was an unfamiliar noise, but one that I had heard many times on those criminal shows. The sound of a gunshot.

A/N: Dun Dun Duhhhhh! I know I shouldn't be starting another story, since I haven't even updated "Love is a Game" but I haven't had any inspiration on that one yet…but I hope you enjoyed this and I have big plans for this story ;)