If You're Reading This, I'm Already Dead

If you’re reading this, you likely understand the main idea of this story, especially if you’ve seen the title. I was just a kid, a 14 year old kid. But it doesn’t matter, it already happened, it’s been done and already over with. It’s a long story, so let me break it down for you. I didn’t like living there. I shared a home with four others: my aunt, my uncle, my sister, and myself. While the place itself was pleasant, I found myself disliking the company. It wasn't that I hated living there; in fact, it had its charms. But the people around me just didn't sit well with me. I was a very talented individual as well, winning many prizes and awards. My most memorable award was getting second place in a world-wide national art competition; I was astonished when I heard I got second, those art pieces were very detailed. Anyways, let me tell you what happened to me, and what was going on prior to my death. 

It was a late evening, I remember we were going back from my grandparents house. I loved my grandparents. We did a lot of stuff. My grandma and I made muffins, and my grandpa and I were watching a movie together. As we were about to go play on my phone in my room, my uncle honked. I sighed. I walked to my grandparents and told them my goodbyes, opened the door, “Love you!” I said before walking to my uncle's car. 

When I entered his car, I felt like there was something wrong. Usually, when he picks me up, he yells at me, telling me to hurry up, but this time, he didn’t say anything and he simply just stared forwards, still. I sat down in the middle seat where the seat belt wasn’t working properly. I remember trying to get his attention, “Uncle?” I said. He looked at me in the rearview mirror, then switched his gear to drive and drove off. He was going very slow, I’d say 10 under the limit in the neighborhood. I didn’t think much of it anyway, I just thought he was being mindful and extra cautious. Once we reached the turn at the end of the neighborhood, he didn’t look for cars, nor put on his blinker, he turned quickly giving me whiplash. I was going to say Slow down, but I didn’t, I was afraid he was going to yell at me, or worse, pull over to hit me. So, I just stayed quiet, staring out my window. I felt us going fast so I slowly peaked over at his speedometer, he was going around 70 mph on a main street. I look around to try to find a speed limit sign. I look behind me and I see it says “35 mph”. His swerving around cars and almost always running into things makes me panic. “SLOW DOWN!” I yell at him. He looks in the rearview mirror again, looking directly at me, then he looks forward and smiles. He speeds up even more and lets go of the wheel. I scream as he deliberately runs into a car. I fly forward with the seat belt breaking off and fall to the ground as 2 cars run me over. 

Before I died, I was on my way to somewhere I dreaded. I had to go back to people who don’t even care about me. I’m not sure if my uncle tried to kill himself too or not. Even though the crash was very serious, my uncle only ended up with minor brain damage and broken legs. His left arm was chopped off too. He’s probably happy that I am gone. I had plans with my school friends the next day, but I took that day for granted. I would have never known that that day would be my last day here on Earth. I wish I just lived with my grandparents, and none of this would have happened.