He was still sitting in the chair when his chair flipped over and he started falling. Somehow there was no floor. He was endlessly falling at a fast pace until he hit a bed with the same sounding straps from last night.

"We need to hurry this up." The therapist said frantically as if something was going to happen to them if he didn't do this.

"Go on." The kid said in a monotone voice.

"How well do you know your father?" The therapist asked.

"Very well." The kid answered.

"Describe to me what you know." The therapist said.

"Let's see, he's a drunkard, power hungry, vain, and he is the epitome of a bastard." The kid said.

"Oh I see, I going to enlighten you." The therapist said with a smile then he continued.

"After your mother left, your father went to rehab. He employed in the military. Then retired and worked as a local sheriff. You see, people change. Actually put meanings into your words next time you talk to him." The therapist said. The therapist did something strange. He looked around and took a jump into his seat.

"I will try." The kid said looking down.

"Sadly, you have to go." The therapist said as another strap came of. Both feet and an arm were now undone. The room started to brighten and he found that he was in a woods.

He heard a river so he started walking forward, as he was walking he noticed the trees wilting behind him. He paid no mind to it at all. He reached his destination and went to the stream. Not only did he find a stream, he found a bridge. A peculiar bridge.

He walked on the bridge and everything but that bridge disappeared. There were sides. One side was the light side. The other side was the dark side. Somehow he was glued in between.

He heard a sound coming from both of the side of the bridges. There at to pool eating completely different attire. One was dark, the other was light. 'How typical he though,' but then he noticed what side they were on. The brightly attired one was on the dark side. The darkly attired one was on the bright side.

"He's coming with us." The bright one said.

"No he's coming with us." The dark one said. They both grabbed one of his arms and started pulling. Like a tug-of-war game. He was the rope. He felt he was getting ripped apart. He started screaming and they didn't notice, he heard a noise form underneath him, the bridge cracked from underneath and he fell. He fell into the stream. The stream used to be small and not deep at all. Now it was an ocean. He sank towards the bottom.

/Flashback the regular words are what's going on In real life/

"How well do you know your father?" The therapist asked.

He held his breath and kept on thinking about this question. He wanted to have someone but maybe he is better off dead.

"After your mother left, your father went to rehab. He employed in the military. Then retired and worked as a local sheriff. You see, people change. Actually put meanings into your words next time you talk to him." The therapist said. The therapist did something strange. He looked around and took a jump into his seat.

He was thinking how he could give him a chance. A chance to show him that he changed. But sadly, there was no way out of this one. He thought about how paranoid the therapist was. Why was the therapist so paranoid? He looked like has had saw a ghost.

"Sadly, you have to go." The therapist said as another strap came of."

The therapist seemed so rushed to have him leave. What is with him and the straps?

Once he reached the bottom. He opened his mouth to let the water in. He closed his eyes. He accepted his fate.