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| Dad walking through the woods around noon |
My father, Tim, and I went hunting today. I almost didn't go, mainly due to the fact I've had frequent migraines and was nauseous this morning. I woke up to him saying, "Damon...it's 4:30...you need to get up soon if we're going today." I second guessed whether I was up to it, but I know the small bits of time we spend together mean a lot to him so I got up and soon after was ready to leave. At first I was enjoying myself as usual, but then, about halfway into the woods, I started getting
these...feelings. Feelings that are too dark to describe. I heard this...this voice, inside my head, and it was telling me to commit
awful things. It was telling me, "He doesn't love you. Just pull the trigger, no one will find out." I'm not sure were it came from, but the last thing I remember before it overcame me was looking at the trees around me and thinking that it was colder than usual for that time of day. Next thing I can recall is my dad tapping me on the shoulder and saying, "you better quit dazin like that or you'll miss the deer when they start movin around soon." I don't know why that happened earlier today, but I don't want it to ever happen again.
these...feelings. Feelings that are too dark to describe. I heard this...this voice, inside my head, and it was telling me to commit
awful things. It was telling me, "He doesn't love you. Just pull the trigger, no one will find out." I'm not sure were it came from, but the last thing I remember before it overcame me was looking at the trees around me and thinking that it was colder than usual for that time of day. Next thing I can recall is my dad tapping me on the shoulder and saying, "you better quit dazin like that or you'll miss the deer when they start movin around soon." I don't know why that happened earlier today, but I don't want it to ever happen again.
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