Personal Narrative Essay: Safe Driving

Fear was the first thing I felt when I woke up to his screams. I was stuck. Frozen. Paralyzed. I could not rip off the comforters from my body. I was only seventeen years old when the car accident happened. I was only seventeen years old when I was in for a rude awakening. I was only seventeen years old when death decided to knock on my door. I never truly valued the importance of how safe driving can save your life. First, I remember the house felt sickeningly cold, like a hospital waiting room. I remember the house was silent, but was disrupted by my older sister. “Get up! He’s not breathing!”, exclaimed Anny. I groggily sprung out of bed and followed my sister to look outside the windows. I expected to see my front yard but was slapped with what looked like a horror scene from a movie. I felt the adrenaline pumping through my body to help the man, but I was stuck. Anny ripped open the front door and ran to help the screaming victim, but I could not even look away from the clock. “2:47 a.m., 2:47 a.m., 2:47 a.m.” I muttered. I wanted to help the dying
There was broken glass scattered everywhere. I saw the man's truck and it looked like the cars that they show in driving classes when they talk about drunk driving. I expected for it to be a hit-and-run, but I saw the other crashed car and my focus was on the woman that was inside. While my sister called 911 I saw the woman move from the driver's seat to the passenger seat, threw out a bottle out of the car and fell asleep. Immediately it hit me, she was a drunk driver. The man was breathing heavily and could barely keep his eyes open, but he was able to yell out a phone number for us to call his father. “They hit me! Dad, it’s Oscar! I’m gonna die on the street! I can’t feel my legs!” shouted Oscar. I could not hear the father's response because the ambulance had thankfully arrived to the