The red light flashes in my eyes every time I try to sleep. My
heart beats faster, my body becomes numb and my eyes begin to tear.
I wake up and go to school, but all I can think of is what
happened last night. People ask me if I am alright, but I just stare back at
them with my blood shot eyes.
After school, I get a ride home from my friend. I sit in the
front seat and gaze into the road when he starts driving. I have driven with
him before and I know he is a cautious driver. I shouldn’t have anything to
worry about. However, I still grab the door and press my feet to the floor
every time we come to stop at a traffic light. It’s an immediate reaction, I can’t
help it.
It is two weeks later I am still getting rides from my
friends and my parents. It may take a while for me to drive again. I don’t have
a car, but if I did, I know I would flashback to my sickening feelings from
that night.
I can picture it now, pulling up to a red light, my mind begins to shut off from the present world
and all I see is the car. The car driving in front of me, and I uncontrollably ram into the side of it. My head still remembers the pain from the
impact. I can still see it clearly, the car spinning to the left, other cars swerving out
of the way and my car pulling forward onto the side walk. At this point I can’t
breathe. I have never cried so much in my life. My car door is crushed and
impossible to open. All I can do is wait for the police to arrive. They get here, and tell me no one is hurt, but I still cannot get myself to look
at the people in the other car. How
could I, when I feel like I caused such a tragedy? I sit down in the back of the
police car while he questions me. He asks, “How fast were you going?, Are you
wearing corrective lenses?, Are you under the influence?”. I answer, “I slammed
on my breaks after going 40mph, so probably 25mph, yes I have contacts in and
no I am not under the influence. I am just tired. I fell into a sleeping daze,
but when I saw that red light, I woke up. At that point it was too late and I drove
right through it, already causing the accident.
If I was driving right now, these thoughts would race
through my head. They are too distracting. That’s I why I should wait to drive
again.
It is been a few months since the accident. I have been confident
enough to drive. I have actually become a better driver than I have before. I
am much more aware, and my parents notice that I have recovered.
It is now three years later and I have my own car so I can
drive back and forth from college. Even now, driving for three years with no
problems, my mom says, “Don’t drive tired sweetie”.
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