10 years ago
My father was never a very nice man. Though today he was being stranger than usual. He actually hadn't had a single drink yet. I went up to his room to check on him, where I found him asleep on his bed. It was only 1 p.m., to early for him to be asleep without having a drink. I went over to him to shake him awake.
He wouldn't wake up. I rolled him over so I could see his face. I stood for a moment to scared to move. His face was life less and he didn't seem to be breathing. I called for my mother. "Mom! Get in here, somethings wrong with dad," I yelled.
"What do you mean something's wrong with dad Liz?", she said as she walked into the room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her life less husband. She ran to the bed side and screamed at me to call an ambulance. I did as she said.
The ambulance arrived, but it was too late. My mother told me that the doctors had no idea what had caused his death.
