I Don’t Want To Die
I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die having taken my last breath on a sidewalk, minutes from my house, with my mother waiting at home wondering where I am because my food is getting cold. I don’t want to die sitting in the backseat of a friend’s car, telling my dad, “I love you”, while she is reaching for her makeup, or phone, or whatever was more important than my life. I don’t want to die laying in a hospital bed with pain coursing through my veins, with the tears of my family becoming an ocean I could drown in. I don’t want to die texting my friend a consoling message after she broke up with her boyfriend, saying that her world has not ended, when mine was soon going to. I don’t want to die knowing that I was capable of changing the world, but had that opportunity ripped away from me because someone thought they could multitask, when all the multitasking they did was ruin the lives of more than one person. I don’t want to die at the hands of not a machine, not a car, not a truck, but the hands of a person who made the knowing decision to value their social life over my life. I don’t want to die, knowing that distracted driving is preventable, and the solution starts with YOU. I don’t want to die. But, I don’t want to have to live in a world that thinks “I’m the exception”. I don’t want to live in a world that is turning up the radio results in silencing a voice. I don’t want to live in a world where reaching for something ends up stopping someone’s life. I don’t want to live in a world where daydreaming in a car ends up ruining someone else’s dreams. I don’t want to live in a world where a text is more valuable than a life. I don’t want to live in a world where people do not turn off their phones and look at the roads–I don’t want live in a world where people ignore simple solutions for the sake of ease. I don’t want to live in a world where people believe driving distracted is an accident. I don’t want to die. Don’t be the reason that I do.