Cajoled bliss

It was the day I lost everything. My love, family and my support . Though the morning seemed normal but in actuality it was far from it . I remember the moment I stepped in the room , my gut was telling me something was wrong . My dad loved spending most of his time here . After mom’s death he spent days together in this very room .

The stench of blood hit my nose . I knew for sure that something was not right .As I made my way toward his chair , I could feel the melancholy in the air . My world came crashing down at the sight of my father . Pale and lifeless . A gun in his hand and our family photo at his feet , broken .

I did not know what to do as I yelled for my nonno my nanny since my mom died 18 years ago . I felt numb and frozen . My father would never kill himself . He was the only thing I had . I was sobbing and crying my heart out at the biggest and most gravest loss of my life . After that all went black as I welcomed the abyss with open arms .