Crackle, Crackle, Crackle… I went into a really big seizure. In my seizure I was with my dad we were having fun together we were running around playing football with my brother Paul. For once I felt like my dad actually loved me and wanted me to be a live and be a kid. Ally was there also she was sitting on the grass talking to Cindy.
When I came out of my seizure my dad wasn’t there. I didn’t know where he went if he left me there by myself I knew my baby sitter had left. “What do I do?” I asked myself. I’m all alone in my house with nobody that I know of here with me.
The next morning there was still nobody here, no one came in to check on me. I thought maybe my baby sitter would come back. I remember my mom saying that she would be home later in the evening. I lay there hope maybe someone would come in and check on me, I feeling hungry. These are the times that I absolutely wish I didn’t have my disability.
After about 3 hours of laying there with nobody coming in to get me or even check on me I began to lose all hope. Maybe he really left me here to be by myself all weekend with no body to help me. If he really wanted me to be dead why would he kill me a fast and easy none painful way?
Finally I think hear somebody in the other room, actually it was the TV. I waited maybe someone would come in and get me. I listen for a minute it was the TV they had the news playing. They were talking about the man who killed his son that my dad wrote the story about; they said he got out of prison. I got a uncomfortable feeling inside of me. I looked over at my door way and there was a man standing there. I didn’t recognize this man he looked very different but kind of familiar. I kept looking at him. When all of a sudden he said to me “ Hi Shawn, my name is Mr. Detraux. Your dad told me about your disability and told me I should come visit you”.
After a minute he came and sat on the side of my crib and talked to me. He grab the pillow that dad had when he was sitting by me last night. I felt sick; I didn’t know what was going to happen. I was worried that he was going to kill me. After he talked to me for a minute I saw him grab the pillow really tight and put it on my face. That was the last thing I remember until I hear my mom screaming, he takes the pillow off my face Paul comes running in and starts beating the guy up and Cindy called the cops. After the cops got there and did all their stuff my mom picked me up and sat down with me and just held me as I fell asleep. I remember her telling me that she would never leave me alone again.
