Around march-June 2020 I was involved in a car accident that honestly should’ve taken my life.

Me and an old buddy of mine we’re driving home from Walmart after gathering shit to build a makeshift fireplace at home. his mother called us to tell him we needed to stop by her place shortly after she calls back and tells us she doesn’t need us anymore, this is where it gets a little weird. We were hit by a box truck (the lesbian moving company) going well over 75 mph. It T-boned us on the drivers side and threw our car into a light pole and then a tree, we can only remember 2 crashes the truck and the tree but after the investigation there were pieces of the car on the pole. I know that doesn’t sound out of the ordinary but when the details come into play it just stops making sense in my head.

Firstly his mother called us but has no recollection of her calling and says we definitely called her I already being a very very nervous backseat driver would have not let my friend at the time call someone in the middle of the drive, I remember the phone ringing and pressing answer, looking back at the road, her telling us she no longer needed help, but after that it gets fuzzy.

After answering the phone and a short 20 second conversation the truck seemed to just appear out of no where speeding passed a red light and I distinctively remember calling out to my friend to watch out, his eyes were directly on the road how could he not have seen it coming until I said something? For me it was like a split second where everything goes black and I’m up to witness us hitting the tree my friend not so much, I don’t think he came to until 5 minutes after the crash. In shock we both calmly climb out of the car to see it’s completely totaled and if you were to look at this car you would think you just witnessed two kids die but there we are barely scratched sitting on a curb shaking. A quick trip to the ER and no massive injuries and barely any minor are even present. This is when I think I noticed everything changed because my grandmother walks in and she has redish brown hair but I remember her blonde, and my girlfriend who is no longer my girlfriend doesn’t look,sound, or act the same and had started being abusive(mental and physical) When I return home my bedroom was changed as if they moved my belongings into a different room in the house, every house on my street was a different color and the news is talking about coronavirus. Something I’ve never heard of not even once in my life but apparently it’s a big deal to the point where I attempted to go into work the following days and I had been told I was laid off due to the pandemic a month ago and was asked to go see a doctor to get my head checked out. Apparently the virus had been around way before the lockdown or even the discovery in the USA. Never in my life have I heard any of this and I’m a very serious news watcher. The last thing I had seen on the tv was about us preparing to go the moon again in September because of the discovery of life which also never happened.

Nothing feels right since then, I feel like I’m living someone else’s life and maybe just maybe I died there.

3 years into this pandemic and I still have this longing feeling I don’t belong here.