"This has nothing to do with the both of them. Let them out of this!" A woman's voice can be heard at the silence of that very room.
An angry sigh can be heard right after that. The sound of a breaking glass echoes. "They are already both in the mess! There is nothing you can do!"
The argument seems to go on and on. The shouts and the yells of both the two is something that cannot be hidden to the twin children that so happens to hear the conversation - more like disagreements - every single night without fail. It will always happen late at night, when the couple would think that their children is all tucked in, asleep. No, they always lay awake at night, hoping and waiting when the shouting would stop. The argument is getting to them. It makes the other twin cry and the other would comfort, trying his hardest not to cry as well. Those nights made them realize the bond they have always had. It made them know that the other will always be there for the other. They now know that with one look at a each other, there will be silent communication and understanding filling in both of their eyes. This made them know that even in the young age they are currently, they can withstand anything. They will get through tough road; they both knew it.
The argument is just like the other nights. But this time, it looks like it is far different. It is making the two uneasy, as if something bad, if not worse, is about to happen. They were both outside their room, right in front of their parents' own, bedroom door, which is ajar.
"Let me go this instant!" They can hear their mother yell.
Flinching at the sudden shout that they heard form their mother, they both made eye contact. Footsteps began to echo in the empty hallway and the twins went to hide in their room, as silently as they could. Their door is closed when they heard a loud, booming sound. They did not know where it came from but it became repetitive. It went over and over, as if it would never end. Both of them ended up hurdled in the side, covering their ears. Each of them wishing the scary, booming sound would stop.
The sounds didn't stop yet. It took a while and a last plead of "no!" echoed the whole house before silence enveloped everything. Silence. There was unsettling silence. The twins were both shaken up, not wanting to look outside, afraid of what they might see or discover. Nervously, they nodded at each other, filling in the courage to finally open the door as silent as they could. They succeeded not to be heard and they peeked, only to see a sight that they thought they would never see.
Red. Red everywhere. All was there to see is the immeasurable amount of the liquid, life-giving source...
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Of the color red.