Beaming Lights

A beaming light greets you into the world, soaking in a red liquid that medics clean off of you. A beeping noise welcomed you as you came into the world. The beginning of your life, encased in a warm breeze from the body of the person who, regardless of the fact that you weren’t conceived yet, had already learned to love you unconditionally for nine months. A drop of water of water fell onto your naked shoulder from your mother’s joy-filled eyes. Taking your first leaps while holding onto a v-tech chair. Your first utterances, the house’s excitement as to which your mother can’t stop talking. You had been suited up as a tiny round pumpkin during your first Halloween. Your first Christmas, which you had been looking forward to because you will be ready to experience hot cocoa and will end up receiving the toy you had already been desiring for months. Your first Easter, when your eldest brother went egg hunting with you and shared with you the eggs he found. Your first July 4th, in which you ended up endlessly crying because of the fireworks that frightened you. You smeared vanilla buttercream on your nose and cheeks on your first birthday. Your most memorable reprimand after you used permanent markers to paint the walls. Your very first friend, whom you met at the daycare center. Your first day of school, where you pleaded your mother to remain with you but quickly realized it was fun and interesting. Your first significant fall, when you were beginning to learn to ride a bicycle and scraped your knee. Your first vacation to the beach, which had been distinguished by a massive wave that wrecked toward you and splashed saltwater into your nose and ears. Your first homecoming in sixth grade, which was really a winter dance that you thoroughly enjoyed. Your first trip to Disney World, which you had been looking forward to since many of your classmates had told you about their thrilling encounters with your favorite characters there. Your first day of soccer practice, your favorite sport. You hit a curb on your first day of learning how to drive and laughed it off while your mother scolded you. Your very first job, which you managed to hold for three years whilst also attending high school. Your first date, for which your mother selected the most absolutely gorgeous roses she could find in the shops to present to you. With this date, you decided you would also go to your high school prom with. When the big date arrived, you’ve seemed to have the time of your life and made the decision that, in commemoration of the celebration, you would take a couple of jello-shots, something that your classmates had been clamoring you to try. The party was already over, and you had a new view of the world. It was as if everything danced around you. You recognize you should take a cab, but even before you knew it, you were on the road with your date, who was also in the same condition as you. Then, as if you were trying to open your eyes for the first time, there seem to be incoherent mumbling around you while a beaming light, and flashbacks are drawn to you. Memories from the most meaningful events in your life. You’ve returned to the same spot where you started your journey. It brought to an end the same way it began: with you gazing at beaming lights and dripping blood being wiped away. “Wow such a shame,” muttered one voice, “he was too young to die, he was in the peak of his existence,” said another, “true, can you imagine, but if a sober person can become a hazard once distracted, imagine how intoxicated this kid must have been,” and then the voices were disrupted by a loud beep that left you unconscious. The same thunderous beep that alerted you to your existence once you were birthed. Your body was then situated inside a dim environment which resembled an incubator, topped off with the most stunning roses your mother had managed to find at a shop. Along with a somber farewell from a tear that went straight down your mother’s cheek and onto your shoulder. After realizing what must have occurred, you wish you could go back in time to make a better choice. You wish you had declined the jello-shots at the party and clarified that you had to drive home. You wish you had sought the help of a sober companion to get you home safely.You wish you had called a tow truck to bring your vehicle to your house as you took a cab home. It was far too soon to see the beaming lights once more, and there were various ways you could have prevented this tragic event if only you had been educated on the dangers of drinking and driving.