I gazed out the window. i saw all the cars zooming by. I quickly looked away, and shut my tear stained eyes. I glared at the mirror. I saw the scars upon my face. i didn't want to think about that terrible mistake.
I had been drinking too much, and got into my car. The air around me was foggy, but my house wasn't that far. I stepped on the gas, and started to drive. It wasn't too late before the paramedics arrived. i jumped out of my car. My head was spinning. What just happened? My face was stinging. I saw blurs of bright lights. I looked straight ahead. A girl was sprawled out on the pavement. She looked...dead. I started backing away. But I started to cry. The girl's family came, and knelt by her side. The mother was weeping. The father stood brave. The girl gasped a whisper, "Write daddy's girl on my grave". I covered my face. I started to run. i ran and i ran till the sirens were gone. I fell to the ground, and felt the tears fall. I remembered what happened. This was my fault! I jumped to my feet, and ran to my house. I fell onto my bed, and began to shout. I killed her! I killed her! was all that came out. That girl had been the one at that party that refused every drink. She had filled her glass with tap water from the sink. That girl was good, brave, and responsible. Yet she was the one dead, and it was my fault. I heard a bang on my front door. I heard my mom shriek "But what for?" The officer grabbed my arm and forced me out. I'm writing to you from a jail cell now.
please listen to me, don't drink and drive. Because it not only might, but will ruin your whole life.
* there's a poem one of my friends did for a public speaking competition and it's the first person of the girl that gets hit by a drunk driver, so i decided to write the perspective of the drunk driver in the situation. hope you like it!!!!
