Road Side Injury

I remember it like it was yesterday. Everything was so sad, everyone dressed in black. All you heard was weeping in the background of the saddest stories. My big, comfortable burial bed lying in the aisle bringing more and more tears. The main theme of the event was "she was too young". But I guess I should tell you what happened.

It seemed like the best night of our lives. Just me, my friends, and a couple of trouble makers driving around, making trouble. It seemed like something every teenager at this age did. I knew we were to young to do the things we did, but I was not going to be the one who is hated by everyone at school because she ruined a party. So I went along with it, drinking and laughing till we saw daylight. Or, at least, that's what we were hoping for.

We left the party and just drove, a drunk kid at the wheel. It was setting ourselves up to fail. But this wasn't just going to be any failure, this was life or death. I wanted to say something, but everyone was having so much fun. I couldn't build the courage. I decided just to say that maybe we could stop and ask someone to come get us and bring all of us home. I finally found the courage to say something when...CRASH! The sound of screams, glass shattering, and metal bending and breaking was the sound of realization. I realized that something bad was about to happen. Something tragic, something awful.

Before I could think of anything else, I was being thrown out the now-deformed window of the car. They will find me, they have to. I need to find help first. I need to get up and check on the others. I looked at my legs and realized that the were covered in blood. I have to get up! I can do this! Why can't I move? Am I, no, I can't be paralyzed! I can only move my head. Help me! I need help! Someone, anyone! Anyone? "I'm so tired" I thought. I figured I could just rest my eyes for a second. Little did I know that second would turn to minutes, then hours. And, after hours of hospital beds and crying family members, a flatline.

So now, I'm here. I'm resting peacefully looking down at my weeping family. I am reunited with my friends, but the boy that was driving the car isn't here. I always knew he was a good person, but who made some bad choices. I guess he was spared. I hope wherever he is, he's changed. But, anyway, that's what happened to me, God. I know you already know, though. I am so glad I finally get to meet you. We just wanted to feel free. Turns out, we really didn't think about what we were doing. I thought about it, but the others didn't, at least I don't think so. It's upsetting knowing that I could've done something about it. I hope my life will inspire other kids to make good choices. I lost my life to drunk driving, but I can't blame it on anyone but myself for not speaking up. Lets just say, I'll be watching over teenagers when I see a situation much like my own because some people never learn.