"BANG!" He slammed the door again and it was harder than last time.
Everyone kept banging the door whenever they're angry.
You see, I'm scared of that door because every time it slammed
Something bad is gonna happen.
I hate the sound of it
Because it echoes in the quietest and peaceful times.
It's always unexpected
And it always comes when you're happy
Just to remind you that you shouldn't be.
"BANG!" There it is again.
The loud thunder of voices echoes in the room
You see, that's why I hate it.
I cursed that goddamn door every single day.
Sometimes she, he, I, her or him.
In the end, we all slam the door.
But each time, I hear that loud sound.
My body tenses up and my heart pounds faster.
I wanna get rid of that door.
My mind is filled with fear and hatred
For that door.
There was another loud BANG!
Its handle came off.
From that moment on, there was no banging of doors
But only an eerie sound of squeeeeee
It was also a deafening sound but this one felt worse.
There was no thunder of voices
But rather there was an eerie silence
That felt chilly and suffocating
One wrong word from my mouth
Would kill me
That's why the room is so quiet and so am I
Because whether I join you on your pointless blabber
Or battles of death glare.
I'd win but still lose
Once again there was another BANG!
Strangely enough, there was no door left to slam
So I peeked to see what it was
Only to find you lying on the ground
Dyed in a scarlet color
And me holding the gun with a pulled trigger.
I wanted to ask, how did that happen?
The door that was so firm and strong
From withstanding all that slamming
Brokedown and was tattered to pieces
Producing that disturbing sound.
There was no handle which means no lock
And a huge hole that you can peek too.
I never even knew that I was that door
And that I used that hole as an excuse to kill you.
If you didn't keep slamming it, then maybe.
Just maybe, the bullet wouldn't reach you at all.
