Prologue
Dear Journal,
All I saw were those lights. You know the ones they show in those movies so you know someone's going to die, yeah those ones. My dad was driving and making my mom laugh in the passenger seat. I was always behind Mom, and Tyson, my older brother, behind Dad. But today, Tyson and I switched. Dad turned his blinker on, he looked to make sure no one was coming, he was being safe. Apparently safe doesn't apply to drunk drivers. I just saw those blinding lights and I couldn't even scream. I could only sit there and know someone was going to die. One of my family was going to die, and I was a helpless little (almost) 12 year old. My birthday wasn't even until Monday but we went out for dinner today, Saturday, when my parents didn't have to work. School was starting at the end of the month, and I was off to the hospital. All because of a stupid drunk driver.
After two days in the hospital, I was finally released with the rest of my family. The final words the doctors gave me, "Have a Happy Birthday Jesika." How could I have a happy anything when I had a cast on my arm, my mom was crying, and Tyson was looking more lost than I was? How could I have a happy anything when my father was dead and it was all my fault? I never wanted to hear "Happy Birthday" again. My birthday killed my dad.
August 17, 2007 ; Jesika Williams
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