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The sound of glass breaking echoed within the halls, crawling under the doorway of Sparkle as the little girl covered her ears with her pillow. She guessed her parents had forgotten that this was a small apartment and their wars have affected not only them but also the young spawn they have.
Their fighting started not long after Blaze went to college, which was almost two years ago. Dad stayed at work until it was almost midnight and shoo away mom’s worries. Mom sent her to bed early that night and confronted her husband. Sparkle didn’t hear what remember what they said, but she knew that she cried that night, stifling it so her parents couldn’t hear.
Dad didn’t come to breakfast that morning.
After that, more arguments had risen and they didn’t even bother hiding it from their child. Sparkle once tried to calm her parents down but half of the words they said was something out of the five-year-old’s vocabulary and she was only getting more confused and agitated as she stayed longer. So, she just gave up and drove straight to her room the minute their voices started getting higher.
Sparkle hated it. She hated going back to her dimly lit room and hear her parents’ bickering until the early hours. She hated how she had to stay in her room until she finally recognized the colors that surrounded her when it was night. It wasn’t black, it was more of a dark blue-- navy blue.
“Why can’t you shut up for once, woman?!” dad yelled as he smashed his navy blue mug on the sink. It fell into pieces with the leftover liquid dripping on the edge. Sparkle’s shoulder sagged, recognizing the mug as her and Blaze’s Christmas gift from 2 years ago.
Meira scowled at her husband and huffed, then gestured to the broken mug. “Now, look what you and your temper did!” she exclaimed, “you are ALWAYS so quick to act on IMPULSE that you never take a step back and think of how this might affect anyone!”
“Well, it’s not MY FAULT you’re always so slow on things!” Sunstone argued.
Sparkle quietly sighed and put her breakfast dishes on the sink and quietly exit the house, getting her bag before she left for school.
Sparkle just wanted one movie night without any fights. She prepared everything, from popcorn to the movie, and it was a heavy mistake on her part when she chose a romcom. Her parents started arguing in the middle of the movie and having enough crap, she joined in, telling her parents that it’s both of their faults for not getting along, for not understanding each other.
“Why did you even marry in the first place?!” yelled Sparkle, already gushing out tears as she said so, “I just wanted one peaceful night without any of your arguments but of course you had to find fault at something, even if it’s just the smallest thing! Why couldn’t we be a normal family, for once?! Why couldn’t I just have two loving parents who love each other and me?! Is it because of me? Did I do something wrong? Did I do something that makes you two argue nonstop?!” Sparkle was crying and sobbing during her speech, but she held it back when she finally noticed that her parents were silent. They stopped arguing. She thought she finally did it, but then her mother spoke.
“... This is all your fault.”
“WHAT?! How?!”
“IF YOU DIDN’T GO SNEAKING OFF WITH SOME SIDE-CHICK--”
“OH, AS IF YOU DIDN’T DO THE SAME, MEIRA!”
Mom and dad kept arguing and Sparkle watched in horror as the navy blue vase-- the centerpiece of the living room and Blaze’s last gift before going to college-- fell on the floor and shattered into multiple pieces. Some small, some large, but broken nonetheless. Her parents didn’t even notice and only kept arguing.
Sparkle drove to her room and let out a scream. It wasn’t like the childish scream that kids her age would normally have, but it was more of a scream of agony, of pain. Her chest hurt and her lungs felt constricted. She slid down to the floor and cried. She didn’t hold back because she didn’t want to hear her parents’ screams from the living room. It wasn’t even worth hiding if her parents would just ignore her either way.
She let out cries, loud and full, all the pain of these past few months-- these two damned years-- that she has bottled up inside of her. It hurt. It hurt like hell and she wanted to scream out all of it, use her vocal cords until they dry up and she could never talk again.
She hated it. She hated feeling like this. She hated feeling so helpless and small. She wanted Blaze, she wanted her family back, but they weren’t there at the moment for they were too busy. Everyone’s too busy. The only thing with her now was her room, her small and lifeless room filled with the navy blue hue. She hated it. She hated every inch of it.
The night was filled with the cries of those loved who has lost their light. The previous joyous Blithe Family was no more and in their spot stood a family that stood together, forcefully stitched together as they try to tear each other apart. Crawling under their tires was the navy blue snake, whispering comfort, woes, and troubles that they chose to follow. The little girl trapped in all of this covered her ears, not letting Navy Blue whisper to her any longer as she blamed it for all of this mess. She cried on her bed, mourning the happy family they once were.