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Drunk Driving

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By Nicole SpikerPublished 8 years ago • 2 min read

I don't remember what happened.

One minute I'm on my way home

Hands at ten and two,

The next my car is flipped

Once, twice, I lost count after five.

Sharp glass and my red blood everywhere,

I tried to scream for help but

It was like my body was paralyzed

And I couldn't get a word out.

I tried my best to get out of the car

But each time I tried to move my arm

A sharp pain would spring through my body

And make me scream out in pain.

I don't know how long I was laying there,

I could hear the faint sounds of sirens.

My vision was going blurry,

I was struggling to keep my breath.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Those words were being repeated throughout my mind,

Reminding myself to just keep breathing no matter what.

I don't want this to be it,

Please God, I'm not ready to leave.

What did I do to deserve this?

You were pulling yourself out of the bar,

Alcohol bottle pulled to your chest

As if it was your safety magnet.

The bartender told you that he would call you a cab,

But you said you were okay enough to drive home.

The bartender took your word for it

And let you go.

Your hands are shaking

As you swerved through the empty road,

Taking little sips of your whiskey.

After every red light you drove through.

You were in the middle of taking your hundredth sip that night

When your car crashed into another.

You were fine,

But you watched the other flip

Over and over.

You panicked,

You could have jumped out and helped

Or call 911.

But instead,

You quickly spun your steering wheel

And jetted off down the road

As if you didn't see a single thing.

You could have saved a girl's life that night

But you were more afraid of going to jail for a DUI.

Because of you,

I didn't get to say my final goodbyes.

Because of you,

I never get to know the love of my life.

Because of you,

I will never get to dress up in white.

And say "I do" committing myself to my love.

Because of you,

I will never know the true joy of motherhood.

Getting to hold a creation that is my own

And raise it for eighteen years

Telling him or her every day that this world is a safe place.

Because of you,

This world is far from a safe place.

Because of you,

My family spends countless nights

Wishing it was them who passed

Instead of me.

Because of you,

I'm dead.

You should have taken the cab home,

Instead of wanting to feel like a man

And drive drunk.

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    Written by Nicole Spiker