Why Didn't Someone Stop Me
Why didn't someone stop me? If they did, then maybe I wouldn't be here trying to turn my life around. Maybe I wouldn't have to solve all of my problems alone, putting the pieces of my life back together, piece by piece. And maybe I wouldn't be sitting in a hospital bed, having doctors and nurses poking and prodding me, desperately trying to mend my broken body.
Maybe I wouldn't be sitting in a hospital bed, knowing that it's too late.
Just a year ago, I didn't have a care in the world. I was an average teenage girl, going to school, choosing the cutest outfit for the school dance, seeing movies with my friends. Just a year ago, I had an amazing life.
Why did I do it?
I never planned on going to the party. My friends wanted me to go. They said it was going to be fun. They said that I was going to have the time of my life. They said that everyone who was anyone was going to the party. That was my first mistake, having friends like that. Still, I believed them.
Why didn't someone tell me I was wrong?
I asked my parents to go to the party. They said no.
Why didn't I listen to them?
"You can sneak out!" my friends said. "That would be so cool!" they exclaimed. "You just have to go to that party!" they insisted. So, I took their advice and snuck out through my window. That was my second mistake. Of course, my parents never suspected anything. And for a few hours, I was cool.
At the party, my friends gave me a bottle. I knew it was beer. I wasn't going to take it. But, my friends said that I would be "so cool." Therefore, I took a sip. That was my third mistake: succumbing to peer pressure.
Three strikes and you're out.
I knew that I was addicted right away. I couldn't stop, and every single bottle I downed, my friends kept encouraging me, and every single bottle I drank, I became even cooler, so I didn't stop. Even though I didn't feel cool, my friends did, so I kept on drinking. And ever since then, I've been asking myself, "Why didn't someone stop me?"
Since then, I've made some pretty bad choices. I've been drinking, smoking, getting into fights, doing whatever I could in order to be considered "cool" by my friends. But it wasn't until last night that I made my biggest mistake.
I was driving while drunk.
I was feeling so "cool", laughing and messing around with my friends. And then there was the collision. Glass was everywhere. I was coated in blood. Not only did two of my friends die, but so did the other driver, who suffered because of my mistake.
Even now, as I wait for death to come, wondering if the others are still alive, and I can't help but think, "Why didn't someone stop me?"