Mummy, I am drived out with my friends. I have gone to a party and I have remembered myself what you had said to me: not drink alcoholic. You have asked for me to not drink inasmuch I had to drive, so I have drunk one Sprite.

I have felt myself proud of me, also in order to have listened to the way in which, sweetly, you have suggested not drink to me if I had to guide, to the contrary of what some friends say to me.

I have made one healthy choice and your advice has been just.

When the party is ended, people have begun to drive without being in conditions for doing it. I have taken my car with the certainty that I was sober. I could not imagine, mummy, what waited for to me... Something of unexpected!

Now I am here am lying down on asphalt and feel a policeman that says: "the boy who has provoked the incident was drunk". Mummy, its voice seems therefore far... My blood is scattered everywhere and I am trying, with all my forces, not to cry. I can feel the doctors that they say: "This girl will not survive".

I am sure that the boy who drives the other car not even pictured itself, while he went to all speed.

At the end he has decided to drink and now I must die... Why somebody does all this, mummy? knowing that they will destroy some lives? The pain is like if it stabs to me with a hundred of knives at the same time. Tell to my sister not to scare itself, mummy, tell to dad to be strong. Someone had to say that boy that not must drink and drive... Perhaps, if someone had said to him, I now would be alive... My respiration makes weak more and more and I begin truly to having fear. These are my last moments, and I feel myself therefore deprived of hope... It would appeal to me to be able to embrace you mummy, while I am lie-down, here, dying.

I would appeal to to me to say you that I love you for this... I love you and... good bye."