The Writhing Session 6

“I know I sound like a broken record, but you should really meet with your father. It will help you get closure and move on,” Marinda says.

“I will meet with him eventually, but I don’t I’m emotionally ready.”

“You’ll never be fully ready, but you have to go for it.”

“Alright, I have been putting it off for a few years. I’ll text him tomorrow, my day off from work.”

After talking further about her father, the session ended.

“See you next week, tell me how it goes with your father.”

The next morning, Andrea texts her father from her new number. “Hi, Dad. It’s your daughter, Andrea, I want to meet with you.”

A few hours later, he responds, “I will be visiting Mass. next week.”

“What day are you available?” she replies.

“Tuesday at 3pm.”

“Sounds good. How about at the park?”

“Sure.”

“See you then.”

Andrea was excited to see her father, but also nervous about what could happen.

Next week, before her next session with Marinda, she waits at the park for her father. She sits on a park bench until her father walks up to her, with a six-pack of beer.

“Why did you bring that?” Andrea asks.

“I thought we could share a drink and talk,” her father, Gregory replies.

“Seriously and at a park. I knew you haven’t changed.”

“Honey? Sweetie? Andrea!”

“Dad, I’m going home, I’ll see you — never.”

“Andrea, wait!”

Andrea crosses the street and her father follows. A bus hits him and his beer is thrown onto the ground. He’s knocked unconscious and his blood drips onto the pavement. Andrea looks back and runs after him. She calls 9–1–1 and an ambulance comes. They bring him to the closest hospital.

The doctor in the emergency room told her, “I’m sorry, he’s in a coma and may never come out of it.”

“Is there anything you can do?”

“No, I’m sorry,” the doctor walks out of the room.

Andrea leaves and returns the next morning. “Your father suffered a brain bleed, hemorrhaging last night, and died.”

Andrea hold hands over her mouth in shock. She runs out of the room and out of the hospital. She drives home.

Sadness turns into depression and depression turns into remembrance. And remembrance turns into anger. She blames her therapist for all of this.