A Letter To Robert Simmons

Dearest Robert Simmons, You will always be a part of me. You probably don't even remember who I am. You have been with me in my mind, heart, and soul for the past 6 months. since the day of our only encounter. You have probably lived happily this entire time with our encounter a distant memory. You have become the sole reason for the life I have been living since May 23rd 2019. You probably got your car fixed since then and May 23rd has had no impact on your life. I hate you Robert Simmons. You ruined my life, and before we even knew the severity of your mistake, you only cared about your car. You are the reason for all of my emotional, physical, and mental anguish. I lie here in the bed I've been rotting in writing my final words about you while you lie in your bed carefree.  The memory of my screaming for you to call 911 and me watching you move to your open car door nonchalantly and carelessly ask "Siri, call 911" reminds me that i had to drag myself back to the sidewalk where my phone fell with my bag, while I was covered in blood, in so much pain i couldnt tell where it was coming from so I could call 911 myself because your dear old Siri didn't do it.  Your car still right in front of me as I lay on the ground crying, bleeding, and on the phone with 911 and you walking to your car's front bumper and trying to put it back together. You, being so bored, scrolling and re-posting on facebook on your phone while the paramedics cut my shoes and pants to find where else the bleeding is coming from as I screamed when I saw all the blood gush out of my cut open shoe. I'm sorry that I wasn't enough of a human on the sidewalk, stopped to see if you were letting me go or not, for you to notice me before merging onto rte7. I'm sorry that I wasn't loud enough when I banged on the hood of your car and screamed "Stop" as I fell under it. I'm sorry I wasnt enough of a speedbump for you to notice what you had done when your tire was laying on my legs as I screamed the loudest I never thought I could to get the off me as i banged the side of your car with my hands.  I'm sorry I wasnt strong enough to lift your car off of me, because with all the banging and screaming, your car was still on top of me, trapping me, weighing down on me as i lay there helplessly pinned to the ground screaming for it to end, unable to comprehend that there was nothing else I could do but wait for you to react. I'm sorry I trusted you to be an aware driver and you stopped to let me go but instead destroyed my life with your carelessness. I'm sorry that I wasnt important enough to you to make an impact on your life, even though you made a permanent disability out of mine. Have a nice life Robert Simmons.