Narrative-Assisted Suicide

Recently while spending a legally required weekend at my dad’s house, my dad received a text message from my step mom Crystal. The message read she was going to commit suicide! Frantically my dad jumped from his seat and shoved his feet into his boots, not bothering to lace them. On his way out the door he spun around and violently screamed “This is all of your fault!”. His words were piercing, breaking down and weakening the already fragile bond between him and I. Without uttering another word, he abandoned the house, jumped into his car, and accelerated down the street toward the railroad tracks where Crystal was battling her bi polar self. I watched them scream at each other from their house. My dad eventually convinced her to get into her …show more content…
I attempted to describe to him what I have endured these last few years, and how I wasn’t going to be putting up with it anymore. He refused to listen to my side. He ended the phone call with, “When you decide to love us give us a call, I hope we see you by Christmas”, and hung up the phone. This had been the last weekend I spent with him.
My dad first met Crystal when I was about eight-years-old at a children’s carnival in Grand Mound. They began dating shortly afterwards. I was eventually introduced to Crystal and her two sons, and I rejected her presence. At the time I didn’t like her, because whenever I saw my dad I had to see her too. Her two sons Logan and Ethan were fine, just foreign territory since I was an only child at the time. Slowly, but surely the reasons why I don’t like Crystal epanded as I grew up, and when I developed a better understanding of …show more content…
From there we cruised down the road, relief showing in all of our faces. Then the car started to slowly pick up speed, making me feel nervous once again. Then the car swerved and all I could hear were the sounds of my brothers and myself unleash a unerving scream. What followed that scream was my dad laughing, and saying that he was just joking. When we arrived home I jumped out of the car, headed straight for my room, and balled my eyes out. Later my dad entered my room, and I remember screaming and crying at the same time, telling him that he shouldn’t have done that. He rationalized it in way that it made me think what had just happened was normal. Since then I have never heard such a terrifying, blood curdling scream come from so many people at once. That was the time that I had feared dying for the first time in my