[ WP ] You live in a world were a drug exists that allows you to have an out of body experience converse with a dead family member . After months of speculation you decide to take the drug to have on final conversation with your son who committed suicide

I'm looking at him. Just looking. I want to reach out and touch him, but… 
 
 
 `` Hey Dad''. He's as sullen as usual. I'd forgotten how long his hair was when he died. When he… It covers his eyes. I should have taken him to get a haircut, but I was so busy with work. When did he dye it black? I never really noticed the change. One day it was just like that, I ca n't remember when... 
 
 
 `` Jamie''. The hoarse, guttural noise is all I can manage. Two syllables. The name is caught in my throat as I look at him, standing awkwardly and slouching in the corner of the room, eyes averted. Why does he do that? He was so beautiful, he had his mother's thick hair and my broad shoulders. He was the best of both of us, really. He could have done so much, found a good girl and started a family... 
 
 
 He smirks, a familiar twitching and expanding. I ca n't help but be infuriated. `` I figured this would happen. So what is it? What have you called me here for? You know I do n't want to be here.'' 
 
 
 The words stung. I bit my tongue, not knowing what to say. He did n't want to be here, so why had I brought him? Why had I dragged him out of wherever it was he had ended up? `` Jamie, you did n't have to do this. We could have helped. If you had juster told us…'' 
 
 
 He lunges forward unexpectedly. I know he ca n't touch me but still jump back. He finally stops, panting desperately. Through gritted teeth I hear the words I have dreaded for so long: `` you knew. You knew what he was doing and you did n't stop him. He did it to you to, and you chose your piece of shit stepfather over me. You're weak, and that's why I did it. That's why I had no one to protect me, why I had to do it myself. Death was better than my life, Dad. Because of you. Because of you and your shit! Because you could n't protect me from him! You dropped me off at his house!'' 
 
 
 The weight of what he said forces me down, and I'm suddenly on the back of my heels, head in my hands. He was right. I was weak. I am weak. All I can do is look up and my son in the same position, head in his own hands. Broad shoulders heaving. And I realize something. He got the worst of both of us, too. He's weak. He left me, his mother, his grandfather to deal with it all because he's weak. He ca n't change now, but I can. I can change for him. 
 
 
 And now it's my turn to be strong. I'll see you later, Jamie. And next time I wont need a pill. I'm sorry, Jamie. I'll make it better. For you. Dad, mom, and grandpa will all be here to see you, and we wont need any drugs to do it. I'll make us all a family again Jamie, just wait. I love you.
