I awoke to the sun seeping in through the window. It was immediately absorbed by my eyes, it burned. Yet it was hard to look away. Still groggy I slipped out of my bed. Something was different. There was a disturbance. I couldn't put my finger on it. I looked around at the same pale white walls I saw for the past fourteen years; however it seemed different. Today was special. Why, I don't know.
I sat down on the ground contemplating. Then out of the silence arrived a tremendously loud noise. I jumped to my feet ready for whatever was coming. Yet, nothing drew near. I went to the window in the door to see what was going on outside. The door flew open from my weight pushing on it. I stood back. Shock filled my body and I stood still for what seemed like an eternity. Yet, my curiosity took over and I congregated the strength to saunter out into the hall. For the first time I paced out of that like I'd seen so many people do before. It felt strange, like I was a new born learning the ropes and seeing these new things. Finally, the hallway came to an end. At the end was a door. It was different from all the other doors. For one, it had a name plaque on it. When I read what it said, well that's where the story begins.
My eyes gazed over the name tag over and over again. Every time I read it sent a larger and larger tingling sensation down to my spine. The name tag read Robert Bishop, AKA my father.
I mustered up the courage to pry open the door just enough so I could glimpse inside. Inside was an office. Inside that office was a desk. Behind that desk a chair. And in that chair sat a man. I couldn't quite tell if it was him or not, but someone was there. Finally, I blurted out "Father is that you." Yet, no response came from him. Worry rushed through my body like a mud slide coming down a mountain. I slipped in through the door like a snake. I was in his office. So much was happening; all in one day. After fourteen years of nothingness and boredom I arrived upon the day that actually mattered. The day I might make a difference. I stood in front of his desk, his chair turned away from me. He was facing the window. Like he was staring at something. I turned to look outside too. There was a crystal blue lake with a willow tree on its shore. It was beautiful. I had only seen something like it in pictures that my sister had shown me. I stared at its shimmering lake in almost a trance. I blinked and turned back to the chair. I once again yelled, "Dad?" Once again there was no answer. Finally, I decided to turn the chair around. Then, it was never the same.
Suddenly, I fell to the ground. As flabbergasted as a caveman discovering fire. I started hyperventilating. A throng of emotions filled my head. Out of confusion and disgust I ran out of the room as fast as possible. I didn't look back. I just kept going tripping on myself on the way. Finally came the day, and I wish I wouldn't have ever originated. For today, I saw a horrible thing. In that office, behind that desk, in that chair was my father. Dead...