A true story of me and how my dad died tragic please read and feel my pain
I was only 7 when my dad died,
It was a horrible gruesome thing,
We where sitting at home,
Watching “Demolition Man”
It was my dad’s favorite movie,
All of a sudden,
Somebody burst through the front door,
I watched thinking it was one of his friends,
As he came closer he pulled out a gun,
And aimed it at me,
My dad jumped on me to cover me from the bullets,
I heard a load crack and started to panic as my dad lay on me,
I heard him scream out of pain,
All of a sudden my dad was pulled off of me,
Then the police came running through the door they held guns too,
I heard 3 more loud cracks the man stood quite,
I watched him as he fell to the ground,
The cops tried to grab me but they couldn’t
I was hold on to my fading dad,
Warm red goo was coming out of him, as I found out later it was blood,
It took two cops to pull me off of him,
My mom had already died when I was 3 from a heart attack,
I saw men in white suits come in to take him off to the hospital,
I had thought he was already dead when they carried him in the stretcher,
Oh my god this is hard to type I can barely keep my hands steady,
Then the cops took me to the hospital,
There I saw my dad,
He was laying there motionless on a bed,
I walked up to him and asked him if he was okay,
He didn’t answer,
I started to bawl ever harder because he had never refused to answer one of my questions,
The cops waited with me in the waiting room for 5 hours,
Next thing that I knew the doctor came out and said to the cop loudly,
“I’m so sorry sir he couldn’t make it.”
Then the doctor told me he was in a better place I didn’t belive him,
So they took me to see him,
What I saw I will never forget there was my dad,
Looking stone faced as if he was frozen,
His skin was pale and white as snow,
I went to grab his hand and it was cold,
Then I knew it had happened he was gone,
Even now I wonder who killed my father, they never told me,
Right now I sit in front of the last thing that reminds me of him my computer,
We were rich until I was dragged off to an foster home,
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