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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  • darkshadowofdeath on May 22, 2007

    man…that’s deep…i know what you feel, i saw 3 of my friends die right in front of my very eyes, 2 were shot and the other one overdosed on heroin…my mom died when i was 12, i thought i was the most miserable man on earth…i guess that makes two of us, man…take care…………..

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