I don't know what was worse, the screams of my mom I could barely hear through the rain, my wrecked car currently wrapped around a telephone pole, or the fact that half of me was still in the driver's seat. I couldn't move, I could barely think, the only thing going through my mind right in that moment was why? Why did this happen? Today of all days, I was finally going where I wanted to be, I was going to be who I wanted to be. Sadly, however, I never did get to see that version of myself, because, on December 23, 2012, I Peter Mont died.