Have you ever felt left out, separate from society? Like you're different from everyone, and everything, else? Welcome to my world.
The reason I feel this way is because I really am different from everyone. I'm a buizel. Yeah, I'm talking about the pokemon. And I can switch between the pokemon universe and our universe.
The story I am about to tell you will explain everything. So hold tight and enjoy the ride.
It all began with a car crash.
This whole epidemic was all because of a crazy driver and some desperate scientists. If it weren't for them, I'd still be a normal boy with a normal life. And I wouldn't be risking my life every time I go into the public. Yes, those people have caused a lot it my life. And nothing can be reversed now.
I was riding in a silver station wagon with my mom, my sister, and my friend, Sean, to soccer practice on a sunny Wednesday evening. When we approached a red light, my mom looked down at the radio to change it to a different station. She was unaware of the red light, and so our car kept on going, advancing at a moderate speed to the other side of the intersection.
But my mom was also unaware of the drunk driver approaching at about 80 MPH.
I was the only one who was. And the only one hurt.
When he slammed into my mom's car, it hit the exact side and area where I was sitting. My window shattered and pieces of glass fell over everyone. But I was crushed between the seat and the dent the drunk guy put in the car. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't feel anything but pain. I tried to scream, but only a faint whimper emerged.
And I could only watch as the world faded away into darkness.
I caught glimpses of the world around me as I slipped in and out of consciousness.
The first time I awoke, I was being hauled away from the wreckage of the station wagon and into an ambulance. Everyone was running around, and I heard something about this being one of the worst car crashes of the decade. And, before I could hear any more, I fell into the void in my mind.
The second time I felt more awake, and I could see and hear clearly. I couldn't move a muscle, not even my eyes. I had just been in a horrible car crash, and I couldn't do anything.
What happened to my family? Are they alright? More and more questions arose in my mind, but I couldn't ask any of them.
I was briefly aware of being moved from the ambulance to a hospital room before I lost consciousness.
The third time was barely anything. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, and I couldn't feel a thing. Not even pain. But I could hear.
And the thing I heard over all the other sounds of the hospital emergency room, was a man's voice, wrought with distress, yelling, "We're losing him!" accompanied by a single, long beep.
And something else, too. A woman, crying and screaming. Someone who sounded as if her child was dying, or had just died. And then I figured it out. I was the woman's child, and I was dying. And this brought tears to my eyes as my mind and consciousness disappeared into nothingness.