Dear child,
In case no one has ever told you, you are not indestructible.
You are not immortal.
You are not immune to the laws of nature, nor the acts of evil men. You can be harmed. You can live a life trapped in a body so badly broken that you no longer have the ability to toilet yourself, feed yourself or dress yourself.
You can die...
Putting yourself in the car with a drunk (even if that drunk is you) is the same as stepping into a lions den. Whose fault will it be when you get devoured? Who will pay the price for your poor choice. Your mother? Your father? The others standing over your casket weeping until they are exhausted from the pain?
Walking the streets in the middle of the night, especially under the influence of drugs or alcohol, is playing Russian Roulette. Nocturnal predators are not just 4-legged. Many are two-legged and four-wheeled. Whether they stalk their prey by moonlight, starlight or street light, they are still deadly. You can only hope that death is swift and that your captor doesn't enjoy playing with his prey before he makes the kill.
You can smirk, mock, cry and argue all you want to, but try defending your actions to those who have suffered from the same. Tell the boy lying in a nursing home with tubes in every orifice. Tell the girl curled up in a vegetative state lying in a hospital bed in what used to be a normal bedroom.
Tell their parents.
Tell them it won't happen to you. Tell them you'll be fine. Tell them you're different...immortal...untouchable.
And then tell God, when you meet Him way too soon...
