The Eye-Patch Teen

Why Did You Leave

It has been like an hour since I texted him where the hell is he? I put my car in drive and began driving down the now dead road. I drove on growing concerned until in the distance in front of me I saw the flashing red and blue lights I pulled over. I got out of the car and ran to the police car and ambulance. I felt my body fill with fear and shock when I saw my father's car totaled on the side, "Dad?" "Sir you can't be here this is an accident sight." "I don't care, Dad!?" I ran right passed the officers and slid down seeing the flipped-over car with the shattered windshield. I got on my hands and knees and opened the driver's side door cutting my hand in the process. "DAD!" To my horror I saw the dashboard and driver's seat covered in my family's blood I screamed in concern and fear and realization, "Oh god dad nooo please you can't do this!"

The officers ran down yelling, "Hey get away from there!" They attempted to pull me away to no avail. I screamed even louder, "Dad please no!" A female officer yelled, "Leave the man alone that was his father!" The word choice she used hit me, "Was... No not him please no. Don't leave me alone please dad!" I sobbed and started to hyperventilate, "Dad, please. I'm sorry." I felt myself getting light-headed, crippled, and abandoned as I hyperventilate, "Dad.... don't leave me here please." I begged and pleaded, but he was gone. The officers comforted me and asked me some questions. It was all a blur all I could feel was the pain and the abandonment of my missing a big piece of my life puzzle now.

The ambulance pulled away as I screamed, "No please don't take him please!" All the officers looked down very discouraged they all felt terrible like family putting down their dog. They helped me to my truck as we walked while I was in tears. I noticed another car with other officers arresting a drunk girl. I didn't need to hear it from the police that women carelessly killed my father. I attempted to storm over there in pure rage and hatred all I could see was a piercing red filling me. The officers restrained me yelling, "Calm down! Were handling it!" It was a battle of resistance and strength but the officers won forcing me into my truck saying, "Drive safe, and we're so sorry for your loss were dealing with the perpetrator right now." I nodded and drove away. I attempted to dry my infinitely flowing tears but it didn't work. I don't know how I feel I'm sad, angry, shocked, alone. All together that means wrong I don't feel right. I drove back to the parking lot.

I got out of the truck and looked at it thinking of my father I grew angry I began caressing the hood and hitting it with my fist. Once I started I couldn't stop bang bang bang the more I hit the louder my screams grew. I sat in front of the grill still balling my eye out and then I noticed my right hand cut with my blood out on my hand. I noticed my left hand with my father's blood. I put my hands together sobbing, "Why did you have to leave me?" I crawled back into my truck and just grieved and grieved more. As I sat in the truck I felt my mind and body start to drown with hatred, pain, fear, anger, and vengeance. I couldn't hold it I let out a scream of distress in my truck. Calm down Mike you will be ok.

I can't sleep without a blanket. I need to clean my piercings. I might consider a belly button piercing. I attempted to dry my ongoing tears. I was barely successful my eye was watery. I put the car in drive. Eventually making it to the store. As I entered I reminisced all the memories I had with my father me and Miko arguing over what kind of fruit snacks to get and dad always making us get the ones he liked. Or he'd just buy both. I had to piss so I made my way to the bathroom and did my business. "Jesus I have dried tear stains all over my face." I began washing my hands and left. I found a cross-chain set of earrings and I immediately put them in the basket along with a blanket and pillow plus some snacks for the night and paid then left.

As I drove back to the parking lot I got calls from my mom, Miko, Kara, Malika, and Linda. Even Calvin called me. But I ignored them all. If my supposed mother cared she wouldn't have kicked me out of my own house. I began to cry to myself, "I don't have the energy to be a brother or son or a friend I let everyone down. I moved Camillo and Harry to the front seats I laid down in the back seats and all I could think to do was cry for my dad. But a part of me knows he's not coming back for me.