One shots (Requests welcome)

The Day After

Knock Knock Knock

"Roan?"

"......"

"Come on, Roan. We know you are in there. You don't need to do this alone."

"....."

"Please!Roan! We are so sorry, but you can't stay in there forever. Please, let us help you."

".........."

"....Ok. Just... Please, remember we are here. And we are so, so sorry. He was good to you. We love you Roan, we just want you to get over this. He would want that."

"......."

"Alright... Bye, Roan. Call if you need anything."

"......"

As the sounds of the car pulls out of the drive way, the black cat meows and scratches to be let out. It's eyes are full of panic and fear. Hearing no answer, the cat runs back to her owner. The beautiful body lying on the floor, clutching a picture of a tall, dark haired man. His arms are wrapped round a small blonde, her smile loving as she looks at him. It is crinkled from where the woman's fingers held too tightly.

The cat meows again, nudging the still fingers. She cries as her mother does not respond. She cries as her food bowl is empty. She cries as the room fills with a horrible metallic smell.

For there, in front of her, lies her beloved mom. The woman's body laid sprawled on the floor, dressed in an oversized shirt that smells of the cat's father. Her pale skin is paler than ever, the sight ghastly and disgusting. Her golden blonde hair is tangled and spread out, like a shattered halo upon a broken angel.

The angel's wings keep spreading, looking as if she is almost free of the mundane human life. The bright red of the feathers spills onto the black rug, staining the dark fabric an even darker color. The wings seem to want to consume her body, staining the dark blue of the shirt an odd purple color. The cat did not know of such a beautiful yet terrifying angel. These were not like the ones her mother loved and watched, these were not like the devils her mother compared her father to. She did not know why this angel looked so gorgeous and yet in so much pain.

She did not know where her daddy went. She did not know why her mother came home, before it went dark and light again, screaming and crying. She did not know, after her mommy awoke, why she was not talking to her. And she did not know why her mommy would not move. She did not like the silence. She did not like the smell.

Laying down, the cat curled around her mother's hand, the one that clutched the picture of her father and mother. She meowed once more, giving a gentle nudge. When no response came, she curled up more. Before the lights finally burned out, before the cat became another stray orphan, the cat thought of one last thing.

'When will mommy and daddy come home?'