What Is Love?

This is basically a scene/short story based on a song called What is Love? by NeverShoutNever.

What is Love? [NeverShoutNever]

I walked through the front door, to hear my parents shouting above the television. Again. I sighed and ran up stairs, on the way to my room. I stopped by at my sister's room, but Sarah was reading with her iPod in. I could here the music from where I was standing, across the room. She gave me a sad smile, and I returned it. There was no point in comforting her - we both knew that it wouldn't be okay, so there was no pointing in lying to ourselves.

I went into my room and opened the window, then grabbed my iPod and clambered out. I sat on the roof with my legs dangling over the edge, the plugged myself in. Now I could be alone. Well, nearly - I could still vaguely hear them fighting. I glanced out on the horizon, where the sun was setting, casting yellow and pink rays across the sky. I was just starting to relax when I heard a door slam. I wonder who's stormed out out this time? I thought. I climbed back up through my window and crept to my door. I peeked out and saw my mother crying on the stairs. I felt my heart twang in sadness; I hated seeing my mum like this. I would have gone out to see her, but I knew from experience that that was not a good idea. I walked back and sat on my bed unsure of what to do. I had to keep my head up, that's for sure.

There was a knock on my door, "Chris?" I frowned. Something must be up. "Chrich, can I come in?" My mum called through the wood. I opened the door, and immediantly felt another twand on sadness as I saw the red rims around her eyes, and red snuffly nose. I put my arm round her and sat her on the bed.

"What's up mum?" I asked. Mum started crying. I pulled her into a hug, and tried to calm her down. She would tell me when she's ready.

"Y--Your... Dad and I... are getting... a divorce.... Sorry, Chris..." She stuttered. I said nothing and carried on hugging her, but all sorts of thoughts were swirling around in my head. Where would I stay? What about Sarah? How would she take it? Where would she stay? My parents had been together for over 20 years. Nothing bad had happened until recently. What is love?

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