User:Gymnastviolinist

I hate goodbyes. The sad feeling you get when you can't see a person for god knows how long. I mean it could be in two hours, next week, or never again, but you would never know. I wish I would never have to say it. That- word. Oh that word. That stupid word that brings tears to children's eyes. That puts a heavy feeling in your stomach. And that word is simply goodbye. Well, do I have a story to tell you. You see I wanted to do something about that word I hated so much as a child. I hated having to say goodbye to my grandparents when they would come to visit. I wanted to have them stay at my house forever. So I made them. When I was older, about 17 I was the one who had to drive them to the airport. It's about a twenty minute drive. My parents were both busy at work so I'd be home alone for a few hours when I got home. I turned the car around after about ten minutes. I said we were taking a shortcut to the airport that would cut off five minutes. I drove my grandparents back to my house. They were so confused I couldn't help but laugh. That was when I pulled out the anesthesia. My dad's a dentist so we had loads of it. I just put some on a cloth and to sleep they went. I dragged them in the house then grabbed the ladder from the garage. I knew they wouldn't be found in the attic. You see, our attic isn't one that you can store things in. All that's in there is insulation. I pulled them up the ladder and about twenty minutes later they woke up. I told them everything. I did everything I could to make them happy up there. Gave them food. Let them come down when my parents were gone. I'm thirty now. My grandparents are still alive and well. Not how I want them though. My parents came home early one day. I was twenty five. They were in the den watching tv when they came home. You can see the den from the back door which is usually where we come in. I knew eventually it was going to end. I always thought death would be the one to do it though. You know it's strange. At first, I was trying to avoid goodbye, but I was forced to say the biggest goodbye of all. They took me to the asylum a little over a month after they found my grandparents. I learned from this though. Goodbye is inevitable. I get released in a few days. That's when you might say your last goodbye.