!flaminghate

Screeching tires, shattering glass
Twisting metal, fiberglass
The scene is set, it all goes black
The curtain raised, the final act.
Sirens raging in the night
Sounds of horror, gasps of fright.
Intense pain, the smell of blood,
Tearing eyes begin to flood.

They pull out bodies one by one
What is going on? we were only having fun!
My friend is missing, what did I do?
Her belongings everywhere,
in the road there lies her shoe.

A man is leaning over me and looks into my eyes,
"What were you thinking, son?
Did you really think that you could drive?"
He pulls up the sheet, still looking at me,
"If only you'd called your mom or dad, you'd still be alive"

I start to scream, I start to yell,
But no one can hear me, no one can tell.
They put me in an ambulance, they take me away.
The doctor at the hospital exclaims, "DOA!"

My father's in shock, my mother's in tears.
She collapses in grief, overcome by fear.
They take me to this house and put me in this box.
I keep asking what is happening,
but I can't make it stop.

Everyone is crying, my family is so sad.
I wish someone would answer me,
I’m starting to get mad.
My mother leans over and kisses me goodbye.
My father pulls her away, while she is screaming
“WHY?”

They lower my body into a dirt grave,
It feels so cold, I yell to be saved.
I see an angel, I begin to cry.
Can you tell me what is happening?
Then she tells me that I died.

I can’t be dead, I’m still so young!
I want to do so many things,
Like sing and dance and run.
What about college or graduation day?
What about a wedding—Please, I want to stay!

The angel looks upon me with a saddened voice,
“It didn’t have to end like this, you knew you had a choice.
I’m sorry, it’s too late now, time I can’t turn back.
Your life is finished—that’s a fact.

Why did this happen, I didn’t want to die!
The angel embraces me and with her words she sighs,
“Son, this is the consequence you paid to drink and drive.
I wish you’d made a better choice, if you did you’d be alive.
It doesn’t matter if you beg me, or plead on a bended knee,
There is nothing I can do, you need to come with me.”

Looking at my family, I say my last goodbye.
“I’m sorry I disappointed you, Dad.
Mommy, please don’t cry.
I didn’t mean to hurt you or cause you pain.
I’m sorry all you’re left with is a grave that bears my name.
I’m sorry all of your dreams for me have been ripped away,
The plans for my future, now buried in a grave."

It was a stupid thing to do,
I wish I could take it back.
But the curtain is being lowered now.
So ends my final act.

Peach_follows

Ok.. as hard as I tried to fight back tears... I couldn't. Last year, I took my son to a friends house and had way to much to drink. Next thing I remember is waking from a coma in intensive care only to find out I had flipped my car three times with my son inside it. Needless to say, this story struck a chord... and it was fantastically written. Once again, you've created material in need of publishing.

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