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"All I could do was watch… my father's eyes on me the whole time. "Help Sammy" my dad plead as my mother stabbed him repeatedly. 'Why? Why was this happening to me' was all I could think. It was like I was frozen, stuck in the moment. The moment in which my mother murdered my father right in front of me. I could only watch, blood being splashed on my Halloween costume my dad and I had spent hours on perfecting it the night before.
"Sammy help" My dad kept saying over and over and over again
"Stop mommy!" I just wanted it all to end. I couldn't do anything to stop her though. She had finally snapped."
His mother, Angela Shaw (née Johnson), Had been mentally ill since birth. But she was able to keep it under control with medication. When she fell pregnant with Sam at the age of 18, she was forced to stop taking her medicine. After Sam's birth, she never went back on it.
Sam loved his mother dearly, but knew something wasn't right about her. She wasn't like all the other moms. She would freak out about the smallest things and be fine the next minute. His father would blame it on himself saying "oh Sammy don't worry about mom. Daddy just made a mistake and it upset mommy."
"I love you Sammy"….
"Those were the last words my father said. And with a blink of an eye, he took his last breath …. He was gone.
"Daddy?" I crawled towards my father's lifeless body.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
my mother's words startled me making jerk backwards.
"What did you do mommy?"
"What are you talking about? I saved us baby" She said while smiling
"But daddy didn't do anything"
"He was gonna hurt us if I didn't do anything" She slowly walked towards me trying to comfort me. "Mommy did what was right"
I Wasn't sure what to believe. 'did mommy do what was right?' 'Of course not! Daddy did nothing wrong to us.'
"Come on Sam, we have to go hide him now" She said while getting up reaching her hand out to help me up… and that's all I remember from there"
"Thank you Sam for finally opening up to me" His therapist of 10 year said. Her name is Dr. Stephanie Hennig. For 10 years all he would talk about was his day to day problems but on this day, He found trust he had with his father inside of her. " I am very proud of you. You are progressing very well and have made tons of improvement since you first started seeing me. Now tell me this, Why did your mother kill your father?"
"Well see that's the thing, I can't remember anything else."
"Do you remember where you buried his body?"
"No" Sam said
"Ohp, that's all the time we have for today" Dr. Hennig said as her timer went off. "See you in a week Sam! Be safe"
Sam has an everyday struggle, dwelling on his mother's last words she said to him before being taken away, 'I'm gonna find you. And when I do, you're mine'.
He was always paranoid. Looking over his shoulder every second wondering if she was behind him or worse, watching him.
As he exited the building he felt a reassurance, he felt that he could actually be normal. He didn't have to be paranoid or stand offish anymore. He could finally trust the world. He felt he could finally let go of the past and look forward to the future.
Thinking to himself 'Maybe I can talk to Brittany and go on my first. What if she is my soul mate. Maybe she's my future…..' His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Dun dun dun
