I was on my way to my everyday job when I got a text from my mom. Of course I texted her back I wasn't just gonna ignore her. Next thing I know a semi is coming straight towards me and my car flipped and I passed out.
I wake up in a hospital bed, but the strange thing is, i'm still in my clothes and all my cuts and bruises are gone, and I could've swore I broke my arm. I am so confused but luckily the doctor is here to answer my questions.
I ask him if I got hurt. He says "no need to worry your safe here." Now i'm really confused and starting to get frustrated, so I ask him, "What do you mean i'm safe here? what happened? Why am I still in my clothes and why don't I have cuts or bruises? He says, "I know your a little confused, i'll give you some time before I explain what's going on." I huff in frustration and agree.
Later that night i'm wondering why my family isn't here to visit me yet and why the doctor isn't answering any of my questions. He walks in with a solemn face on and tells me that i'm in a mental hospital and every now and then I have a dream of what happened to me 5 years ago in a car crash and that I went crazy after it happened so my mom put me in a mental hospital.
The doctor let me get some air because supposedly "this happens quite often". I can't believe i'm actually crazy. Then the doctor told me that the guy in the semi was my father. My dad was a truck driver and rarely home so I don't have many memories with him but it still hurts to know that first, i'm crazy and I was the reason for his death. My mom has been mad at me since the incident says the doctor, so I have no one left.
Suddenly I wake up in my bed inside my house and realize it was all a nightmare.