True Story Part One

I find myself now wishing that this was all just a bad dream.
I didn't even have the time it takes to utter a simple scream.
The lights were so bright. They were blinding me.
My dad turned the wheel hard, but the tires did not agree.

The whole car slid, and we struck the swerving van.
In the hospital now, I find that behind the wheel was a drunken man.
My family was killed. I'm the only one still living.
It's hard, but I can feel myself thinking, 'Is this scumbag worth forgiving?'

"I was only having fun," I can already hear him saying.
"I didn't know that this would happen. I was only playing!"
But that won't bring back my parents or my baby sister.
I can feel my anger rising as I try to cry. I am an emotional twister.

Should I still grasp to live? Should I hold on?
What do I have to live for? My family's all gone.
I guess I should strive to put a face on the victims' lives.
I wanna put this jerk behind bars for the rest of hid God-given years--not just five!

Months later, I've all but recovered sitting here in court. I fidget nervously. My patience is running short.
I now know who was the irresponsibly driving man
who endangered tons of lives in his stupid white van.

I never wanted to see his careless face again.
It only brings back bad memories and pain.
I looked to my left as they opened the door the murderer of my sister and father and mother.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw the sling on his arm, and I looked into the face of my best friend's older brother.