[WP] You're going through your young son's things while organizing his room, when you find two suicide notes - from you and your spouse.

"He's going through some problems, obviously", Dr. Turing said, lowering his eyes from the crumple-lined notes. "Have you talked to him about it?" "No, not yet", I replied, purposely averting my wife's eyes by my side. I had told her, and still felt, that it was her job to talk to him. If I'm totally honest with myself, now, it was because I didn't want to deal with it. I was scared. As it turns out, reality was way more scary than what I could imagine at the time, but we'll get there. "Talk t him", Dr. Turing uttered. "Has he demonstrated any kind of... unusual behavior?" "Other than writing down his parents suicide note? No." "We'll talk to him, Dr. Turing" Claire stated, rising from the chair. "I'm picking him up from school and, tonight, we'll talk to him. Won't we dear?" She looked at me. Was I supposed to know what was going on even then? Had I failed to see the signs?

Billy didn't come downstairs for dinner, and me and Claire decided best not to call him. By then, he had probably noticed the notes missing from his dresser. The situation had to be treated very carefully. So I thought. "You have to talk to him, James", Claire whispered. She wasn't touching her food. I wasn't touching mine either. Was I stupid? Should I have known? "Ok", I gave up, rising from the table. "I'll talk to him."

I climbed the stairs in slow motion, I remember. Not literally, of course, but that's how my memory plays it back to me now. The climb, the long corridor leading to his door, the STOP sign and the LINKIN PARK poster staring back at me. Knock, knock. Was I a bad father? A bad husband? A bad person? Knock, knock. Nothing. Was I that stupid? I opened the door and he was there, and he was crying. Eyes all red when he turned to look at me. "Billy..." He didn't answer. It was like I wasn't there. Am I an idiot? Was I? Because when he got up, looking right through me like I was some kind of ghost, I swear the thought crossed my mind. Maybe I'm dead... Maybe I killed myself and this is some sort of Bruce Willis crap going on Can someone be that stupid? But then I saw the knife. "Dad", he whispered, and I knew. Yeah, I was dead. Just not yet. And he plunged it into me, again and again and again. Shit. And I drop to the floor. Was I that stupid, to not have seen what my son was, all this time? I feel him stepping over my body; pushing open the door into the hallway. I hear his voice... "Mom..." I wonder if he knows we showed the notes to Dr. Turing. He's probably gonna have to kill him, too... Was I that stupid? Was I that blind? "What is it, Billy?" Comes from downstairs. "I'm coming up." And my son closes his bedroom door behind me, and I close my eyes. And everything is blackness.

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