“Ready to rock kiddo.” my dad said
“yeah pop, just give me a minute.” I said….

"and that was the last time i talked to him." i said to the therapist.

“and you want to tell me what happened next.” she said

“Well..” I started to get all choked up as I remembered what happened. I didn’t want to remember. But, I did. I couldn’t say the words. They just wouldn’t come out. I wanted to believe it was all fake and restating what happened would just make it all the more real.

“I went to the garage…and…” I turned my head no longer able to hold back my tears

“And what?” she said.

I could tell she was getting impatient

“And, I saw him lying there. His lifeless corpse. Surrounded in blood.” I said

After that last sentence I had to go. I didn’t know where or why. But, I just let my feet take me wherever they wanted to. I just had to get away. Away from her away from all the questions. Just away. When I finally stopped i realized i was at the edge of a cliff…one more step..here I come dad.