Write One Page Per Day – 74/365 – March 15, 2018

Help me!

I woke with a start. My heart was beating furiously in my chest, and I was covered in cold sweat. I remembered seeing a face, but I was sure who he was or why he was asking for help.

Please God, someone help me!

“What the hell is happening?” I said out loud, despite being alone.

Where are you, Stanley?

“Dad?” I called, finally recognizing the voice. “Where are you?”

It- it hurts, Stanley.

The voice sounded like it was in my head. I pulled my phone from the night stand and dialed my father’s number with shaking hands.

I put the phone to my ear as I quickly walked to the closet, grabbing clothes with my free hand as I struggled to get changed. The voicemail picked up, only increasing my anxiety. I ran out of the house, grabbing my car keys on the way, and jumped into my car.

I sped the entire way to my father’s house, arriving in sheer terror when I saw that his paper was still on the porch. He never left the paper out. I dialed 9-1-1 on my phone as I tried the front door, which I found locked.

As I told the operator on the phone what was happening I also tried the doorbell a few times and eventually decided to kick in the door. It took me a few tries, but the door did give under the strain ultimately granting me access to the house.

Help me, Stanley!

“I’m coming, Dad!” I yelled as I ran up the stairs.

I froze at the top of the stairs as a strange person came out of one of the bedrooms in pajamas holding a gun pointed at me. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

As the alarm in the house sounded, I could barely make out the sound of the sirens already close to the house. Everything that had happened since I woke up suddenly came crashing into my mind.

My father needed help, and he was in pain. I had rushed over to his old house, called the paramedics, kicked in the door, and scared the new owners.

“I don’t know anymore. I’m sorry.” I said lifting my hands above me.

There was a sudden spike of pain that felt like my skull was splitting and my legs caved under me.

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