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I died today...
Sometimes, things happen that we don't understand. Maybe it's chance, or fate, or...well, never mind. It doesn't matter for me anymore.
The day started like all of the others; I woke up, got ready for school, and was annoyed that is was only Monday. But, one simple thing changed. And, that one thing changed everything...forever.
I decided to drive to school that morning. So, after hugging my mom goodbye, I left the driveway, the radio blaring. As I pulled onto the highway, I glanced down for just a second to turn up the music. My favorite song was on.
When I looked up, my world stopped moving for a split second. Another car was coming right at me. I was frozen. I couldn't scream, couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The last thing I remembered was the impact. Glass shattering, metal crunching, my body being crushed under the weight of darkness.
I saw myself in a hospital, bloody and mangled, and watched as the doctor pulled the sheet over my head. Another man was there with extensive wounds on his face and body. He was crying. "I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep." He whispered. "I can't believe she's dead."
So, here I am now, in a cold and dark place. I can't move, I can't see. I feel nothing but an emptiness, a numbness settled over my lifeless body.
I'm glad the other driver survived. I don't blame him, though I can't help but wonder why he was on the road when he had no business being there, considering that he fell asleep behind the wheel. I don't hate him though. At least he walked away.
But, it's like I said before; it doesn't matter for me anymore. Now I'm here...cold...dead...waiting for the white masked people to take me away...
Sometimes, things happen that we don't understand. Maybe it's chance, or fate, or...well, never mind. It doesn't matter for me anymore.
The day started like all of the others; I woke up, got ready for school, and was annoyed that is was only Monday. But, one simple thing changed. And, that one thing changed everything...forever.
I decided to drive to school that morning. So, after hugging my mom goodbye, I left the driveway, the radio blaring. As I pulled onto the highway, I glanced down for just a second to turn up the music. My favorite song was on.
When I looked up, my world stopped moving for a split second. Another car was coming right at me. I was frozen. I couldn't scream, couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The last thing I remembered was the impact. Glass shattering, metal crunching, my body being crushed under the weight of darkness.
I saw myself in a hospital, bloody and mangled, and watched as the doctor pulled the sheet over my head. Another man was there with extensive wounds on his face and body. He was crying. "I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep." He whispered. "I can't believe she's dead."
So, here I am now, in a cold and dark place. I can't move, I can't see. I feel nothing but an emptiness, a numbness settled over my lifeless body.
I'm glad the other driver survived. I don't blame him, though I can't help but wonder why he was on the road when he had no business being there, considering that he fell asleep behind the wheel. I don't hate him though. At least he walked away.
But, it's like I said before; it doesn't matter for me anymore. Now I'm here...cold...dead...waiting for the white masked people to take me away...
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This is a monologue that I wrote and memorized for a social awareness play I did in High School. I know it's extremely depressing, but my drama teacher enjoyed it enough to write "Love it!" on the top of my paper. 
Anyway, I wanted my monologue to stand out from the others who were chose to write one, too. Instead of doing mine over date rape, or drunk driving, or drug abuse, I wrote about falling asleep at the wheel. It's an issue that isn't addressed enough, in my opinion. I myself am a tired driver if I don't have something to keep me occupied, such as some music or a conversation with a friend.
Obviously, I've added in some stuff that wasn't in the original, but the story is the same. I had to memorize the entire thing and recite with emotion in front of my fellow students during the play. It was an interesting experience.
Let me know what you think.
Anyway, I wanted my monologue to stand out from the others who were chose to write one, too. Instead of doing mine over date rape, or drunk driving, or drug abuse, I wrote about falling asleep at the wheel. It's an issue that isn't addressed enough, in my opinion. I myself am a tired driver if I don't have something to keep me occupied, such as some music or a conversation with a friend.
Obviously, I've added in some stuff that wasn't in the original, but the story is the same. I had to memorize the entire thing and recite with emotion in front of my fellow students during the play. It was an interesting experience.
Let me know what you think.
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That is beautiful though entirely depressing!!