Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

Red staining white - Virgil & Patton

12:22pm

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Trigger warning: mentions of death, indications of blood

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The white glistening snow covered the land completely as it fell from the dark sky above, leaving it almost impossible to clear the roads. Most people were asleep in their warm, cosy houses, some children longingly staring out of their window, wanting to play in the cold substance now - excited to have snow days off school.

In one house, the lights were on, and three boys sat in the living room, watching Christmas movies to pass the time. They weren't tired, only happy to be with each other. The eldest - who was nineteen years old - held custody over the other two after their parents had an unfortunate accident last year. It was nearing the anniversary of their death, and they all knew their fourth brother - the youngest out of them all - who loved to wear black all year round was currently outside at the bottom of their garden, staring at the white snow he was surrounded by.

The second oldest brother who was seventeen slowly rose from the couch, giving the other two short smiles before heading towards the kitchen. They knew what the cardigan-loving boy was doing, so they let him go without question.

Unwrapping the layer of clothing from his shoulders, he quickly put his arms through the sleeves, buttoning it up round the front. He knew it wouldn't keep him warm for long, but he wasn't planning to stay outside for long, anyway. Opening the backdoor, he slipped on a pair of random shoes from the pile and stepped out into the snow - it crunched satisfyingly under his feet, making him smile a little.

Looking up, he saw his youngest brother sitting on a rock, eyes staring down as he held something in his hands. Crossing his arms over his chest, the brother walked over, the snowflakes landing in his soft brown hair, making him look more cute than he already did.

Taking a seat on the smaller, less comfortable rock opposite, the brother glanced up at the trees that gave them some shelter, smiling a little at the boy opposite who knew he was there, but didn't look up to greet him.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

He finally murmured, catching the older boy's attention. He looked down at where the darkly dressed boy gestured, noticing a red patch in the snow. He didn't become too worried, as in his hands was a vile of red food colouring. It dripped on the ground, spreading out a little once it landed.

With his cardigan held securely around his shivering body, he watched the red seep with the white until the bottle finally ran out.

A few beats of silence passed, but cardigan-boy didn't really know what to say. Last year, on the date of their parents death, it was snowing - just like tonight - the flakes softly trailing down from the dark clouds, covering the moon and stars from sight. Three brothers were sound asleep inside while the youngest - only being fourteen at the time - walked around outside, the light from the street-lamp illuminating the way.

He had heard a loud crash, and wanted to investigate. He decided against waking his brothers, incase they got annoyed, they were excited for Christmas tomorrow, and probably didn't want to be disturbed.

So, the youngest carried on, hugging his black and purple jacket closer to his temperature-dropping body. He rounded a corner and stopped moving, dark eyes staring at the scene laid out in front of him.

Red splattered across white.

The darkly dressed boy rose from the rock, holding out a hand to cardigan-boy which he gladly took. Their freezing cold hands clenched tightly together as they trudged across the deep snow to get back inside the warm house. That evening, they all huddled up close on the couch, awaiting the next day, the day their parents died.

The day red stained white.

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I'm a poet

12:45pm