seeing as im following birthday tradition, im gonna stay up all night. mostly on facebook, making my new story here, aaaaand editing a video for youtube. sooooo here's the beginning of my story.
"Steve. Yo, Stevey, wake up dude." I heard a voice said as I woke up. My eyes had to adjust for the unwelcomed sun shining brightly throught the windows. When I looked up to put a face to the previously disembodied voice, I saw it was Mike. I had known him since 2nd grade, all the way till now at the old age of 38.
"Dude, Steve, get ahold of yourself," he said in his thick british accent. "It's been 7 years. You've got to get over it man. Get out, get a job, do something."
As soon as he said 7 years, it gave me a flashback.
"Daddy, daddy, you're home!" my little girl emilie said, running up to me with a big hug to follow. I picked her up and hugged her properly. While still carrying Emilie, I went up to my wife and kissed her. I had just gotten back from a recent deployment to some sh.thole in the middle-east. I was glad to be home. Then, two weeks later, I came home from getting groceries for my then pregnant wife. When I arrived, there was a thick web of yellow crime scene tape surrounding my house. A police officer came up to me and asked,
"who are you sir?"
"Steve. Steve Whitticker. I live here. Whats going on?" i asked, fearing the worst. a lump slid down my throat as i tried to hold myself together.
"May i ask where you were, steve?"
"The gorcery store, you can even check my car. now where is my wife and kids?"
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, sir, but.. your wife and daughter were killed."
"Daughter and son," I croaked. "My wife was 6 weeks pregnant."
and all of that brings me to where i am today. a man, so distraught by his own wife and kids' deaths, that still, seven years later he cant even stop crying himself to sleep at night. A man who was once a highly respected military officer is now the bum who sits in his empty house and gets drunk before 10 am every day. To hide the pain. The emotions. All of the feelings broiling inside, the hate, the sorrow, everything.
The thoughts and emotions were compounded by the fact that the killer was never truly found. With no fingerprints, bullets, or many wittnesses, the cops couldn't do much. Only one man was brought into court but was sooon deemed to be innocent by new information. everyone seemed to have an alibi.
"STEVE! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Mike yelled. I had drifted of into a haze consisting of flashbacks, thoughts, and emotions. I often did this. I was taken to a counselour and even that did seem to do anything for it. I would still drift off with no warning and would have to be woken out of it.
"Sorry Mike. Drifted off."
"Yeah, I know. God man, I hate seeing you like this. What do you say man, lets go out today. And NO booze, either."
"fine, nothing could make this worse," i griped and got up to clean myself up, something i hadnt dont in over 2 weeks.
*Suicidal Fantasy*
Last Serenade*
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Miluiel*
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