CHRISTMAS EVE | MAKDES LASH

CHRISTMAS EVE

MAKDES LASH

I went to a party you told me not to go to mom. I went into this party knowing I should not drink. I was the designated driver.

I felt peer pressure to drink, and do drugs mom. I could not stay strong. I knew I should limit myself. One drink, two drinks, three drinks, four. A pill lays flat on my tongue as I pose for a picture.

I meet various guys and kiss multiple guys. I am sorry mom. I black out, waking up unclothed beside a guy I do not know. I am sorry mom. Drugged, raped and crying, I head downstairs.

Time stands still as I walk down the steps with my clothes torn. I tell my friends we need to go. I sit behind the wheel drunk, my four friends laughing. I am sorry

mom.

I thought I could get us home safely mom. I thought since I had drank less than my friends I was the safest

one.

I ran through a red light at intersection mom. I was hallucinating from the drugs and distraught from being raped.

The sound was deafening, the music blasting, the glow of glass flying in the air. The airbag bursting out at me, my heart flying out to meet it. Laughter turning into screams. I am sorry mom.

My friends do not move from the ground, somehow I am up and standing. My car is flipped mom. At second glance, another car is crushed right beside mine. An ambulance rushes to the scene. My friends are piled into the ambulance.

Black body bags are held in a man’s hand walking towards the other vehicle.

I have killed a family. Two kids and two parents. I am sorry mom. I am fine, I suffer minor injuries.

I have committed manslaughter at age 17. I am sorry mom. I hope orange looks good on me. I hope the handcuffs don’t leave marks.

I hope my friends can forgive me. Most importantly I hope you

can mom.

If only I would have never taken the keys. Two kids should be alive and living life with ease. This is going to be one sad Christmas Eve.

I am sorry mom.