Knock! Knock! “Police, open up!” After several more knocks, Cash lifted his head and stared at the door, knowing it was going to take great force to move.
He slowly pulled his shaking body off the floor and let the police inside. They rushed passed him and over to Abraham’s body. One of the officers checked for a pulse and shook his head. The paramedics ran in with medical equipment but the officer informed them that Abraham was already gone. An officer stared at Cash with concern.
“Sir, is there any reason why your father would take his own life?” He looked at the gun, which was still clutched in Abraham’s hand. “Sir, I know this is hard, but try to keep it together.”
“I…I don’t know. I just got back from out of town and as I walked in the house, he just shot himself,” Cash whispers as tears ran down his cheeks. The officer patted Cash’s back and roamed over to the paramedics.
Later, when the coroner arrived and called time of death, Cash took one last look at his father as they put a sheet over his body. His eyes were still open. He always found it bizarre how people could die with their eyes wide open. But Cash was positive Abraham had wanted to watch him suffer one last time before his demented soul left his body forever. He knew that from that day forward he’d never get that image out of his head.
“Mr. Waters, are you okay? You look a little pale?” the officer asked. “Mr. Waters, is there someone we can call, a family member perhaps? Mr. Waters!” he yelled. For a split second, Cash snapped out of it long enough to answer the officer’s irritating questions.
“I have an older sister who lives a few blocks away from here,” Cash responded.
“Okay. We’ll call her and see if we can get her over here.”
Cash had no more thoughts or words. He felt like he was floating in the air, outside of his body, staring down at the disaster. He got off the couch and started to walk. The last thing he remembered was hearing the officer yell for help.
“Cash, can you hear me?” a voice asked.
He opened his eyes and saw his sister Leona standing on his right and an officer standing on his left. Why am I on the floor? He quickly sat up and felt a huge rush of dizziness. Without warning, his body fell backward where he turned to his side and gasped for air. Ugh! Ugh! “I can’t breathe,” Cash puffed while lying in the fetal position. His eyes grew big and he couldn’t catch his breath. A paramedic ran over and told him to count to ten and to concentrate on his breathing.
“It’s okay son, you’re having a panic attack, it’ll pass,” the paramedic said. Cash took slow, deep breaths and focused on a portrait of his mother that hung on the wall.