2The Process of Death
Introduction: Oh Father! Starve me please. For knowledge is great and you are gone. I ponder thoughts of death and depression, though they are not my own. You are not my burden anymore. I am relieved of your lies, your treachery, and your asphyxiation. You strangled me. You held me back from breathing and being successful. Though your ultimate goal was for me to succeed, you could not bear to watch me surpass your "greatness." Let us, you and I, return to that awful day. Let us relive your death, your annihilation, bereavement, casualty, cessation, curtains, darkness, decease, demise, departure, destruction, downfall. That fateful night that would change my life.
Cause: You were watching television. Your cigarette smoke spun about your face before rising to the ceiling. The haze of your poison created a peaceful environment for you. You had been hoping and praying that your son would call you and make your day. But why would he want to talk to his drugged-up father? So you, Sir, decided to take your medications, your aid, alleviation, antidote, assistance, catholicon, corrective, counteragent, countermeasure, drug. Drug. Need I say more? You had been filling out multiple prescriptions Dad, hadn't you? It's rhetorical, don't answer it. You'd been getting high off of your meds, because you were lonely, you were abandoned, alone, apart, bummed out, by oneself, comfortless, companionless, deserted, homeless. Dad, where do you live?
Death: Your own mind consumed your being. Your thoughts of death and depression filled your head as the drivel slid forth from your mouth. Your saliva fell onto your bare chest, and your head nodded forward. Your head came to rest on the wooden coffee table, and the pint of caramel ice cream lay melted on the floor. It's sad you know. What a waste of food! Could you not bear in mind to save your ice cream when you overdosed? Could you not have the thought in mind to save your son when you overdosed? SAVE YOUR SON! Save him from growing up too fast! It's not healthy! SAVE HIM! SAVE HIM! DON'T LET YOUR DEMONS RETURN FROM YOUR GRAVE TO HAUNT YOUR SON TO HIS!
Regrets: I regret all that I have done to harm you. For I am sure that you do as well. Your last words to me were, "Ok, I love you." And my last words to you were, "Whatever Dad. Bye." As the click of the telephone ended our already short conversation. I regret sitting here with the television on, pondering thoughts of death and depression. I regret this caramel ice cream melting on the floor. They are not mine, and I regret it.