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That phone call, I never thought a single phone call could change my life, and in so many ways.
It was my future boss but of course I didn’t know that then. He told me that all my study and hard work had finally paid off I had been offered my dream job, managing a café right down the road.
So as soon as I hung up I rang my boy-friend Jake. I told him the good news. He screamed even louder than I did. He instantly told me to get my glad rags on and that he was taking me out.

You might wonder why I wasn’t concerned that I wasn’t letting my parents or friends know and that is because, well my parents are divorced and they, well they hate each other more than the love me and because I remind them of my other parent they prefer to not associate much with me. Of course they would never say that to me but when you live in a war zone you start to realize things. The reason I wasn’t hurrying to tell my friends was that my best friend killed herself and we all blamed each other and it completely destroyed our circle of friends. Just another effect of suicide. And without Jake I wouldn’t have gotten through any of it.

So anyway, I got made up and ready to go, Jake pulled up in his car and we were off. He drove and sang to the radio and I sat there and reminisced about our past, the night we got together after my date at our Year 10 formal went off with another girl, when we had our first kiss on that same night, the many phone calls and text’s, the first time he said “I love you” and the way he nearly cried when I replied “I love you too” , When Liz killed herself and the way he was there for me, when my folks divorced, our “first” (you no what I mean) time, oh the memories. For 5 years we had been going out and I doubt I could have loved him more.

We pulled up to a new restaurant in Christchurch and he told me to wait there and he actually walked around and opened the door for me. Now guys if you want to impress a girl open doors for her, wins us over every time. Just made me love him even more. We walked in there, got seated (he pulled my chair out for me) and had drinks delivered, ordered and then we just sat there and talked while waiting for our food to come. We talked about life, our life and the next few years to come. Not once did we mention what actually happened.

Our meals were delivered, we talked some more, we had pudding and more drinks and we continued talking it was about 11:30 before we actually left and that was only because the restaurant was closing. We walked back to the car where he held the door open for me again and we took off. We continued our talk basically we just talked about our future and how much we loved each other (Lots and Lots).

We were about 200m away from my house, at the second to last turn off before my house when out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash. I had no idea what it was. The next things I knew I was flying round and round in mid air. I blacked out then awoke a few moments later. Surprisingly it only took a few second to work out what had happened. We had been hit by a speeding car with no lights on that didn’t stop for the stop sign. I looked over to check on Jake and he wasn’t moving, then I noticed he wasn’t breathing and I couldn’t find a pulse. I grabbed my cellphone out of my bag and called 111 and started CPR, I told the scarily calm emergency lady what was happening then dropped my phone so I could concentrate.

Then I heard Jakes voice like he was talking to me. It was something he had said to me a few weeks ago while we were watching a TV programme about people that had survived horrific tragedies and had to live with severe injuries and disabilities and how he would want a full life not a partial life and how in something like this he would want people to just let him go. I looked him up and down which was really hard considering the way the metal of the car was wrapped around him I knew if he survived he wouldn’t be the same. It went against everything I selfishly wanted but in a choice between what I want and what he would want, I would always choose him over me. So I let him go and just sat there and sobbed.

One thing I failed to do was realize was that I was pinned, the metal was encasing my legs so I couldn’t move. So when the emergency crews showed up they took ages to get me out because the had to cut me out of the car or what was left of it. By the time they cut me I was completely out of it.

I woke up in the hospital, I had the sensation that I had had a weird dream about losing my legs and nothing else had happened. I sat up and felt my legs they felt fatter (because of the casts) but nothing else. I said to no-one what hap- , it hit me I had lost the love of my life. I sat there and sobbed, there was nothing else i could do there was nothing no-one else could do.

Jake died that day and I was never the same. I still to this day blame myself my job, my celebration yet he died. It was a drunk driver that rammed into us. He got charged with murder, assault, damage of property and a couple of other things. That didn’t matter to me I lost the love of my life, had to spend 6 months in hospital doing rehab because I broke my right tibia and fibula and shattered my shin bone I my left leg. But the pain of my shattered heart was worse.

All coz of one phone call and a drunk driver