Dear Jane Doe,

Ishita K

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Dear Jane Doe, Hi, it’s me again. It’s been a long while since I’ve last seen you, and right now, I don’t know what to say. I remember how beautiful you were, showing your kindness and sincerity to everyone who passed you. I don’t ever think I found anyone else quite like you. You were truly one of a kind. Even if you weren’t close with someone, you would always find a way to make a positive impact on them. Whether it be by saying hi in the hallways, or helping someone carry their books to class. …I can’t see you in the hallways anymore. Your locker is empty now. I tried to save what was left inside of it, but all I saw was bareness. The school bell doesn’t have the same sound anymore. That sound before lunch now reminds me that you won’t be next to me to steal my baby carrots, and that you won’t be there to make me laugh until my stomach hurts. I guess I don’t need that any more to make it hurt. All I have to do is to think of that sickening night. You were sixteen. A naïve, perplexed young girl who just wanted to feel good in life. You didn’t know where you were going, you just went. You went with the same hastiness, confusion, and greed for satisfaction that night. The only difference is that you were going at at the speed of 120 on the highway with your right hand on the “send” button of your message. I knew you loved your boyfriend, Jane. I knew you were always happy when he sent you texts like “I’m so glad you’re coming. I’ve missed you.” I don’t blame you for wanting to feel happy, Jane. I don’t blame you for being in love. I just wish you could have been at a red light. I just wish you had pressed the button a few moments later, when you were safe. That way at least I would’ve known you’d still be here to spend more time with me, to tell me the things that taunted you, to love, to laugh, and to live with me. I want you back here with me Jane. Not up in Heaven. Sincerely, your best friend.


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I have never actually experienced a direct loss due to distracted driving, but I know how it feels to lose someone you love, no matter how they depart. Whether they broke off the relationship or they have passed away, there is no doubt the pain strikes you and leaves you`wondering how things might have gone wrong. Dear Jane Doe is written by the point of view of the best friend who is writing to the one she had lost due to distracted driving. I hope this illustrates the fact that one’s hasty actions can leave a scar on the ones who were the most involved in their life, and it will make the person think before they swipe to unlock.