Let me tell you something. This burden has been on my chets for way too long. I just want to say everything I think, the toughts I can't express even with the closest of friends and family.
A few months ago, two friends of mine were killed in a car accident.
It was a fucking uneventful Wednesday night. Normal. Boring, even. We were at a pub near where I live, probably around ten of us. A few minutes after midnight we left the place,
I was driving. A friend of mine who at the time was weelchair-bound was coming with me, along with two other mates and girl I didn't really know (but my bro did) who wanted a ride back home with us.
Because I had to round up the others, we ended up leaving like, 5 minutes after my friends.
Not even a kilometer from the pub, behind a little raise in the road, there were two crashed cars. We were the first to get there, for all I knew it could have happened 10 seconds before that.
One of the car was an SUV, with the driver standing outside with his phone in hand, presumably shocked. I remember thinking, while stopping the car and getting out, "is this really happening?".
The guy told us they were on his lane. He told us he tought they were. At the moment it didn't even cross my mind they could be my friends, I tought they were somebody I didn't know. You never think these things can happen to people you love.
Then my weelchair friend tells me to check if it is our friend's car. I went to check inside the car which was absolutely fucking wrecked.
And there they were. Dead, the both of them. I think I knew it as soon as I looked into the car, but I still hoped that I was mistaken, that they were simply unconscious.
We ended up waiting for the ambulances to get there, must have not been more than ten minutes, maybe even less. It felt like hours. The guy from the SUV didn't have a single. fucking. scratch.