Sander sides one shots

Memorys

Inside the small room. That belonged to the small side. Hung many small pictures. Pictures of people. Fun memory's. The pictures all hung neatly in a straight line. Never tilted or twisted. Never touched. Covered in dust. Because the small side who use to live here grew to small. There voice so small to match there small beliefs. To small to be heard by the larger sides. As small as the blood that went ' plop plop plop' on the bathroom floor. So no one went in the small room. So the pictures left untouched. The first one of small children all playing together one in red. Two in blue. A one in white. In the next picture the kids where older and in the snow. The next they where teenagers.All happy. Next one of just the boy in white and a girl. They looked so happy. Next one the girl was an adult thought the boy still a teenager. It said. " Expecting a boy." And they where both smiling. The rest of the pictures the teenager was with all of them. They all where adults expect him. As pictures went on the stomach of the girl grew bigger. Soon there was a picture where the boy in white was holding a baby boy. A happy family. Many pictures later there was a ripped picture. The boy in white. A stop between him and girl and child. Then in the pictures the boy became darker till he was black. Soon pictures of him and the red one came up. He looked so happy. A few pictures later one had heart drawings on the frame. The dark boy kissing the red boy. Then.. happy pictures later. One more inappropriate because it said. ' guess who had a ' fun' night.' A few pictures later. There was a picture of the red boy purposing to the black boy. And a ring on the black boys finger. Only five pictures later one was tear stained. It was a picture of the blue boy and the red one making on a couch. On it was written. ' HOW COULD HE?!' The next one was a hand written note.  Framed. ' Roman asked me to have a three some with Patton and him?! When I refused he got angry saying that I was supposed to do it. That he was dominant and I was just a submissive bitch. Then left'
Next picture was of a divorce paper. Then a picture of the black boy dead in the tub. And it said. The end of my tale.