I went to a birthday party but I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink at all so I had a Sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, the way you said I would. That I didn't choose to drink and drive though some friends thought I should. I knew made a healthy choice and your advice was right. As the party finally ended and all the kids drove out of sight. I got into my own car sure to make it home in one piece. Never knowing what was coming, what I expected least. Now I'm laying on the pavement. I can hear the police man say " the boy who caused this wreck was drunk " his voice seems far away. My own blood is all around me, as I try hard not to cry I can hear the paramedic say " this girl is going to die ". I'm sure the guy had no idea while he was flying high, because he chose to drink and drive that I would have to die. So, why do people do it? Knowing that it ruins lives but now the pain is cutting me like a hundred stabbing knives. Tell my sister not to be afraid. Tell my Daddy to be brave and when i go to heaven to put DADDY'S GIRL on my grave. Somebody should have taught him that it's wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his mom and dad had I would still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, I'm getting really scared these are my final moments and I'm so unprepared.