I just decided to do something very drastic. I ran to my kitchen to grab my moms large knife and I run to the bathroom. I see the deep purple of the tile on the floors and grayish walls like my life at the moment. I look but I don't see the tub. where am I? I look for the things that are normally in my bathroom but I don't see them. I start to walk down the side of the room and I find the tile being slowly replaced by carpet of the same hue. I look at the walls and see something that only hurts my heart more. I see my dads room. he passed away when I was 4 so this is a big deal! I look at the faded edges of the photo and the scotch tape holding it there. It was me and him playing at the park on the swings. I was so intently watching the picture I didn't notice the messy writing on the bottom. "I love you and I will never forget my little baby" my dad left me a lot of little notes on my door and in my draws but from the handwriting I could tell he was close to death when this happened. I was crying my eyes out at this point and I looked back at my current task. I was going to kill myself and go see dad. I was going to go to heaven... unless I kill myself. then I go to hell. I dropped the knife and looked around the room. I saw my dads old bed sitting there, perfectly made. then I saw my moms picture next to a big black box. I slowly walked over and saw a plaque. " we pay and pray that forever John Macon is at piece with himself."
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