One high school party can affect you for the rest of your life. To us, it was a harmless evening that we were okay with and it was not going to end in a bad way, but one mistake led to another and it led to me waking up in a crunched car, bleeding from my head, arm, and a shard of glass sticking out of my leg. One party that changed my life and my friend’s lives forever. I was walking around at a house full of people looking for my friend Becca. When I found her, she was sitting on the couch with one of the girls I knew from school and she had a drink in her hand. At this point, I knew that our driver was drunk and she only claimed to have one drink and kept persisting on it so I believed her. I was not drunk because I believe that it is
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The doctors told my parents over and over that the only things that saved my life were that I had a seatbelt on and that I was not drunk like the others. The kid who made it out with me that night got into trouble for underage consumption and an account of endangering of a minor because he was eighteen and I was still fifteen at the time of the accident. Spending my sixteenth birthday in the hospital was a real eye opener too because I knew that this could have been avoided and I blamed myself for it all. After I was sent home from the hospital, Becca’s parents came to visit me at home and told my parents that they were sorry that her negligence almost costed me my life, but my parents were even more sorry for them because they lost their only daughter. I spent a long time in therapy and counseling, but to me the counselor did not care about what happened to me she only seemed to want to talk about Becca and her death and how did the other kid fare. I was angry and hurt and I blamed myself for what Becca did. It was Becca’s choice to drink, but it was my choice to get in the car with her and if I had that choice again I would have called my parents and told them to come get me. I would have been out of the accident and I would still be able to play volleyball, but every part of me wants to go back and stop Becca from driving because if I would have she would still be here
The doctors told my parents over and over that the only things that saved my life were that I had a seatbelt on and that I was not drunk like the others. The kid who made it out with me that night got into trouble for underage consumption and an account of endangering of a minor because he was eighteen and I was still fifteen at the time of the accident. Spending my sixteenth birthday in the hospital was a real eye opener too because I knew that this could have been avoided and I blamed myself for it all. After I was sent home from the hospital, Becca’s parents came to visit me at home and told my parents that they were sorry that her negligence almost costed me my life, but my parents were even more sorry for them because they lost their only daughter. I spent a long time in therapy and counseling, but to me the counselor did not care about what happened to me she only seemed to want to talk about Becca and her death and how did the other kid fare. I was angry and hurt and I blamed myself for what Becca did. It was Becca’s choice to drink, but it was my choice to get in the car with her and if I had that choice again I would have called my parents and told them to come get me. I would have been out of the accident and I would still be able to play volleyball, but every part of me wants to go back and stop Becca from driving because if I would have she would still be here