| I left the house with promises of wearing my seatbelt and making good decisions, but promises aren't always kept. I drove to the library, and I dug into the endless piles of work i needed to finish up before classes the next day. When I was nearly done with my essay, a bright eyed boy with a jawline by God approached me and offered to take me to a party. At first, I said no, but he kept promising me that the party was "lowkey" and "wouldn't last long anyway." So I said yes. As we arrived, I began to question my decision immediately; there were too many people in too tight of a space drinking too much. He drove so I was stuck there in that environment; I had a drink to calm my nerves, but one led to two- and so forth. Around 2:00 in the morning, we left the house- he was driving. The music in his truck was so loud I couldn't hear anything else, and we were laughing so hard we couldn't breath. We parked in a field and looked at the stars for a while- trying to sober me up before taking me to my car. He left me with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to call me in the morning. I cranked my car and pulled out of the spot. My mouth still tasted like the whiskey, and my mind was clouded with false bravado. Going around a sharp curve, I started to drift into the other lane. I saw blinding headlights, but I wasn't quick enough. My ears were filled with screams of a thousand banshees notifying me of my soon departure from reality. I awoke to the consistent sound of beeping, but when I opened my eyes, there was nothing; my vision ceased to operate. In my confusion, I assumed it was a dream- it wasn't. Countless tears fell from my handicapped eyes that day, but I learned to accept my new way of life. My mother was disappointed in me for my actions, but the truth is that I'm still disappointed in me. I put myself in that situation. It's a miracle I didn't kill someone that night- let alone myself. And to think, it all started with a broken promise |
