Diary: The last words of an innocent young lady


A touching diary about
an innocent girl who was killed in an accident caused by a drunk driver. Please
don’t drink and drive. When will people abide to this?
“I went to a party, Mom, but I remembered
what you said about not-drinking. You told me not to drink…so I drank soda
instead. I really felt proud inside, Mom… I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, even
though the others said I should. I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you
were always right.  Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
as everyone is driving out of sight. As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I’d get
home in one piece. Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road the other car
didn’t see me, Mom, and hit me like a load. As I lay there on the pavement,
Mom, I hear the policeman say, the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I’m the one
who will pay. I’m lying here dying, Mom. I wish you’d get here soon. How could
this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon. There is blood all
around me, Mom, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom, I’ll die in
a short time. I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink. It was
the others, Mom. The others didn’t think. He was probably at the same party as
I. The only difference is he drank and I will die. Why do people drink, Mom? It
can ruin your whole life. I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don’t think it’s fair. I’m lying here
dying and all he can do is stare. Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy
to be brave. And when I go to heaven, Mom, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive. If only they had
told him, Mom, I would still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I’m
becoming very scared. Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were
always there. I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye. I didn’t
drink and drive, so why am I the one to die? This is the end, mom, I wish I
could look you in the eye, To say these final words, mom, I love you and
 Finally Don’t play with lives of


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