The last thing I remember before everything went wrong was my daughter walking in and smiling at me. My surgery had just finished and she came in to talk. The calm didn’t last long though. After we exchanged a few words, everything turned to chaos.
Three cops walked into the room and one sternly said, “Come with me.”
I wasn’t sure who was talking until my daughter started screaming like a child after having their electronics taken away. She shouted things like, “No! I’m never going!” and “You can’t take me!”
I was extremely confused about what was happening, but then it all became blatantly clear to me. The head cop began to slowly approach her. The two behind him were holding their tazers. They had their guns, but I guess they didn’t think she was a threat. When the first officer was within a foot of her, she spun and kicked him as hard as she could in the chest. He fell back and the other two officers began to approach.
She reached for her purse and pulled out a very small handgun. It was her fathers. He gave it to her before he died. She aimed it at the officers and said, “If you try to stop me I swear I will shoot all three of you!”
The doctor came to the door and his face went expressionless in fear. Somehow, she didn’t see him, and he snuck away to get help.
It was a staring match for about two minutes. She had her eyes locked on all three of them, scanning to see if they made any body movement.
“Okay, I see we are all getting a little bored here. No action, no fun. Which one of you would like to go first?” she asked.
They all began to look at each other and then sirens began to sound in the parking lot.
“Oh that’s cute,” she said after glancing out the window.
“Well, if you think they are going to save you, you’re dead wrong. Actually, just dead,” she said, then shot the officer on the left in his right arm. He didn’t die, but he collapsed and latched his hand onto his arm.
“Who’s next? Oh, did you think I was joking? Well I wasn’t. You guys can’t stop me, I could kill you easily if I wanted to. But I decided to be nice today,” she said.
Then she turned to me, but still watched her back.
“Mom, I know you see me as a monster. But ever since Dad died I haven’t gotten over it. It eats at my sanity every day. Sometimes I let the insanity take over. I know you probably can’t forgive me now, but I will still ask you to. I’m not getting out, and even if I did I would have to live my life on the run. Is it better for me to go to jail or just die? I know you don’t want to lose me, but I screwed up. I let Dad’s death get to me far too much, and I tried to take someone else’s dad away. I’m a monster. I should just kill myself,” she said.
She started to slowly raise the gun up to her head, but she wasn’t looking, so I jumped up and knocked it out of her hand.
“You are a monster. But, you aren’t just going to commit suicide and not pay for your consequences. You could have put another little girl in the same situation you had to go through. You could have left her mother alone and sad, with no one but her sad, rebellious daughter. You are going to pay for what you did, and maybe someday I can forgive you. But for now, enjoy your time in jail,” I said, and gently pulled her over to the cops.
They handcuffed her and took her out to the cars to take her to jail. The cop that was shot went into a room to get the wound checked out.
I had to give her up to the cops that day. It was the best thing for her.
I may not have her in my life for awhile, but that’s much better than her being dead.
