posted on May, 6 2009 @ 07:31 PM
Something similar happened to me the day my step-dad died.
I was 14. It was June 18, 1999; the last day of school. I was about to leave for school and I tried waking him up to ask for money to buy a yearbook
with. He wouldn't wake up, but he was making weird sounds, like loud groaning. He smoked a lot of pot and I know he's had sleep paralysis before, so
I went to get my mom. She tried waking him up but he was making the same sounds.
I felt worried, but my mom drove me to school anyway, since I missed my bus and I guess she didn't feel worried at all. I tried to stop worrying and
told myself that it was just sleep paralysis, like before. It was the same symptoms, so there should have been no reason for me to worry so much. I
felt scared and I couldn't concentrate during my first 3 periods of classes. I told my teacher that I had to call home because my dad was sick, and I
went to the office to call home.
I asked mom how dad was doing, and she said he was still sleeping. I asked her to go and check on him, insisted that I wouldn't get off the phone
until she did. So, she went. She never came back to the phone.
I hung up and didn't know what to do, so I went back to class and got my stuff. I told my teacher that I needed to see my counselor.
While I was waiting outside her office, I heard them calling my name on the loudspeaker to 'please go to the office'
I went... I saw my brother there, looking very distressed. He said, "leslie, Dad died..."
and I said, "I know."
He ended up thinking that I saw my mom poison my step-dad (because he overdosed on liquid pain killer. He never ever took narcotics unless it was an
emergency) and everybody knew that. He had a bad back and so much pain that he decided to try the pain meds.
I never knew how I knew something was so wrong, but I remember how I felt that whole morning. I was scared, and I knew that he wasn't going to be
okay. I only wish that we would have done something sooner, before my mom drove me to school.