The two boys sat there on either side of me, their arms grasped protectively around my shoulders. My heart was beating nearly out my chest; body shaking, despite the protection that I was feeling from the two boys. I had no idea where they'd come from, but I was feeling slightly better about the situation with them at my side.
My parents just kept screaming; my mother crying and pleading, and my father raging wildly, waving the gun around like a madman. My hands were clamped over my ears as tight as I could manage, but nothing would drown the noise out. At least, that's what it seemed like. However, I was just hearing echoing repeats of every fight that they'd ever had in my presence.
I felt the boys beside me shuffle uncomfortably; their muscles tightening, and then I knew something was wrong. I lifted my hands away from my ears, and was surprised not to hear any more noises. Suddenly, there was a fairly loud thud against the oak-floors. The boys went to cover my ears, but they were too late. A gunshot echoed through-out the house, and I saw blood and brain tissue hit the ceiling. I went to stand up, but the boys hugged me, and sat me back down. I was damn-near hyperventilating, my body having troubles on remembering on how to breathe. I began hiccuping, my body shaking uncontrollably. My eyes were completely filled with tears, and whimpering noises that I couldn't stop filled the room.
I had cried myself to sleep after all of that, but only for an hour or two. When I woke up, the room was quiet. The boys had fallen asleep, and I had a chance to study them. They were both shirtless, exposing skinny, semi-tanned torsos. They wore black leather pants, and no shoes. Their faces were smooth and angelic; no scars or blemishes visible. The only way to perhaps tell them apart was their hair; the one on her left had semi-long white hair that covered his eyes, where as the one on her right had gelled his hair up out of his face. Suddenly, something slid down the perfect face of the long haired boy. A single tear, even though he was asleep. I wiped it away from his face, hoping that he wouldn't wake up.
Incomplete one-shot based on the song "The Little Girl" by John Micheal Montgomery.