Before that Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a Creative non-fiction peice I wrote about my childhood.

Submitted: December 05, 2011

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Submitted: December 05, 2011




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Before that day

By Emily Straube

Before that day, he was a consummate, foolproof and stainless in my eyes. He was an object of perfection, then desolate. Our objective was to drop him off at the curb, to be heard from another day. This is how it should have ended, this was my intentions. Then the tables turned. We have never said no, we couldn't say it, we would be without his presents for many years. Through his eyes I could see anguish, I had to look deep, past the impossible affection from a man, and past the plus 8 Valium, plus 5 Vicodin, upon more. When I looked deep enough I could see the heart break, so we did what we were told. We walked in with him, through metal detectors past police men. We traveled through creepy hall ways and up to a door that I did not want to enter. The doors were in-scripted with number as if you faith was being decided on door number 3.

My brother and I said our good byes to my father, the man we have always looked up to. He was a different man all around but we knew the man deep inside. As we walked in our hearts stopped, we couldn't breathe, fear rose above us. We took our seats in the back corner of the crowded room afraid to know the truth. I looked over at him from the other side of the room and notice him passed out against the wall. I knew that this wouldn't be over soon. The lady in the front of the room had been speaking with other people all morning, she didn’t not look happy or even content. She had been flat, as if having not feelings for anyone or feelings about anything. The whole room was scared, peoples way of life depended on the grouchy lady in the front of the room. People around us were on their best behavior, speaking quietly to men with briefcases, looking into the lives of their loved ones.

His name was called; he arose to plead his case. I was so far from my normal comfort that I was looking through a tunnel and they were so far away. It was as if I was struck by lightning with every word I took in. A world of unknown facts presented themselves on the worst day I could imagine. The people sitting in front of us were standing up, talking, making hand gestures. At this point I couldn’t see or hear anything that was going on. I was so furious that I wanted to jump up and scream at the man with a brief case, I wanted to hit him as hard as I could until he was sitting silent.


 By the time I could see, a man in uniform came up behind him. As they took him away he took one last glance at us, as we were running out of the room. We couldn’t take seeing them pull him out of the room. I would have screamed and cried and ran up to him for one last goodbye, but I couldn’t.  We cried for hours wondering why we went in that room. It was the biggest mistake I ever made. If our goodbyes were done at the curb, there would be no images in my head every night. No memories of a sad child scared for her hero.

 Now my father is getting his head together. I don’t see him a lot. He is healthy with eyes as white as a winters day, muscles as great as can be imagined, as bright as the summer sky. I love him just as much as I did before, I accepted the skeletons in the closet. They haunted me before this, lurking in my thoughts and dreams. With a childhood like this, the children don’t usually turn up the best. This is not my case, I have achieved as much as I could since this point in my life. I am very happy to say this because I am so proud of my actions. My brother is alright, not as good as he can be but he’s going just as good as he wants to be.  Before that day he was perfect, now he is different. Not perfect, not a bad person, just not the man I thought I knew. He is better than he was and this is the best thing that could of possible happened to him, it saved his life.

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