[ WP ] There is a stranger in your daughter 's room . It 's your daughter .

He woke up suddenly. The television was on, but he must have fallen asleep due to a new show being on. He slowly pushed himself up off his chair. The imprint of his body did n't leave, but his aching back did n't let him notice. Stretching and looking around he noticed the dust that began to build on the pictures of the kids. Some of them smeared clean by a hand, and he could n't help but think it'd be easier if his wife would just clean them fully. He knew she missed the kids, but they were off to college now and they'd start lives of their own. He missed them too. They grew too fast, and he was getting old. None-the-less, she had to snap out of it. 
 
 
 
 Suddenly, he heard a laugh coming from his daughters room. His eyes widened as he called out for his wife. Silence answered. He creeped into the hall way and called her name once more towards the cracked-open door. The door slowly opened and a woman's face appeared; eyes watery and scared. It was n't his wife! 
 
 
 She called him `` dad,'' but the pumping of his heart grew louder and louder, accompanied by a constant ringing in his ears. Stumbling back on the wall, he turned and ran to his room. He yelled back threatening death if they did anything to his wife. Tears running down his face he reached his gun cabinet, and as he opened the dust ridden case he saw that it was empty. 
 
 Hands grabbed him by arms, but he was too weak to fight them off. His broken heart called for his wife as these bastards took advantage of a tired man. He had n't noticed, but a needle had broken into his veins and he slowly started to fade. 
 
 
 `` Susan... What did... You... Where's... She....'' 
 
 
 
 He wakes up in a wheelchair. He must have fallen asleep due to a new show being on the television. Slowly, he tries to push himself off his chair, but he ca n't. He looks down to see that it's not his chair, and it's not his television either. He yells for his wife as his heart starts pumping louder and louder, accompanied by a ringing in his ears. 
 
 
 A woman and a man rush into the room to subdue to wheelchair ridden, old man. They did n't want him to fall and hurt himself, but they knew he did n't know better. They looked towards the doorway and told the crying woman that he would be fine. 
 
 As she walked away, she could still hear his cries for her dead mother in her head. She wished that she could forget, too.
