Wedding Invitation

The door creeks as i push it slowly open from an old apartment.

I am looking for my father.

This should be the right address he sent to me.

The gray paint on the walls, with family photos of us and pictures of my mother (his ex- wife); the glass is broken on some of the photos, floor is wet there's a terrible reek as I entered the living room.

My heart is beating like a drum beating louder, harder and it start beating even more faster. Nervous, fear, is what feeling are engulfed over me.

I reach a door with a light shinning from underneath, I open it cautiously and attentive.

No furniture? the walls are painted ghostly white,(creepy). I see a a figure laying on the floor with a blanket covering it.  

"Dad?, is that you?", I say
I remove the blanket but trying not to get to close. I see the back of my fathers head.
"Daddy what's wrong?" I turn his limp body he is so heavy and cold.
I start crying and panicking.

I look down at my dad in horror as I see the wristband cutting circulation in his arm and a needle sticking out of it, his arm arms have so many sliced open cuts.

Anger and hate is all i feel for him with sorrow and pain.
"You promised, you swore all your promises you have broken; but now you can't break anymore promises and my heart."

I grab my cell phone out of my white winter jacket and head for the other room and i turn on the light an see its the bathroom. just as I'm dialing 911, I gasp and drop the phone.

I see the bathroom mirror written all over with black sharpie.
it says: make it stop, make the itching stop! make the bugs go away, make them leave! cut them out go away! make the noises stop make the screams stop. Their watching, their always watching!

"Oh god my father was delusional formicatingly that he was being watched and that he had bugs crawling in his skin!"

I decided this was too much for me too see and I better get to my phone and call for an ambulance or something. I dialed gave them the address and I hanged up as soon as they said their on their way.

I cover my fathers face  it looks so pale and sad its dried out of how much he has used over the years; you can surely tell he hadn't slept in along time the purple bags under his eyes told a story of a paranoid man who couldn't sleep because he felt as he was being watched.

I cant see this anymore! I cry out

All i came to do was give him my wedding invitation, I, his first child am getting married and I wanted my father to walk me down that isle and tell me he is so happy for me. i rush out the apartment and get in my car. I turn the key; feel the engine get life, and as i drive off i think of his face. How I will never see him again.

I cry and cry....

as I cant even seem to concentrate on the road....

I make a left turn and....
bam! i see a distortion of the lights, i feel that my head will hit the dashboard and the air bag slam my face back.  feel something sticky and wet sliding down my face and taste the blood on my lips.
My car stops spinning and tumbling I smile because I'm Alive!

"Thank God I'm aliv...."
Another car is coming i see it as if time had absolutely no meaning.

All goes dark..... IM DEAD!