I never really gave much thought about how fragile reality truly was. You could be there one second and the next? You could just be completely gone. There are always the stories on the news of how some people just disappearing from home, work, or public places.

Just gone without a trace.

Never, not in a million years, could I believe that I would be one of those people.

I think about that a lot? Do my parents think I'm Dead? Did the truck just disappear? Was there some crazy cover up made by the government to justify my ended existence?

My life was fairly normal. I grew up just like everyone else in my small town. My family was always a bit dysfunctional at times but for us that was just fine, we thrived on it. It was our own special version of ordinary. I had parents who loved me, the typical little brother who would stop at nothing to create havoc in my life, and the most perfect grandparents that anyone could ever ask for.

Father was a native to our small town. He'd grown up on the same street of our family home, just two houses down where my grandparent resided in a sweet southern style home. He'd worked and then later owned The Lions Den, the only bar in town which had been passed down in our family for five generations, his whole life.

Mother was from Slovakia, Russia. Her family had moved to Pennsylvania when she was a child, where she met my Father. They'd become quick friends in Middle School and began dating in High school. They got married two years after graduation and welcomed me into the world the year after and my brother 4 years later.

While my entire life was ordinary and just so completely safe I was never really happy. All my life everything was just average. Average grades in school, average job at the bar, average but nice apartment, average vehicle, and average friends that I absolutely adored. It all was just… average. Nothing exciting was ever happening. Nothing exciting ever happened… until it did.

Looking back that day was pretty much a blur. All I really know for sure that I was moving into a new house. I remember how excited I was making my second adult purchase to become a homeowner, the first one in my family to do it completely alone without a spouse or roommate.

My family was so supportive of me, giving more advice and help than I could ever ask for. My apartment from before was small so almost all of my belongings could fit into the back of a self moving truck. My family offered to help me move but I was too independent for that. After all the house was just on the other side of the town.

I know for sure that I took that day off of work. I can barely recall how long it took me to pack my entire life into that truck. Did it take me an hour? Two? Maybe it took me six. I guess I'll never really know how long it took.

Sometimes I think back to that day and try to find the exact defining moment of it all. Maybe I did something wrong and that's why this all happened. That maybe my downstairs neighbor had been a witch, putting a curse on me for coming home late and waking her up closing the front door that never really wanted to shut. Maybe it was always going to happen and I had just been fortunate enough to have all my stuff with me when it did.

There are vague memories of driving across town and coming to the dreaded Mead and Louise intersection. It was known in town for being the 'accident center' due to the sharp turn that comes with the west bound traffic towards the light. The intersection was only a mile away from my new house and I was so excited to be walking into my new home. I think the sun was starting to go down and I know the music in my rental truck was up high because I remember singing loudly to some top 40 hit on the radio. Selena maybe? If I think back really hard I can remember the light turning green. That's where everything gets the haziest. The only thing that I can piece together was going through that green light and extraordinary bright lights coming towards the driver side of that rental.

I'm not sure how long I was out for but I do know that I remember what had happened next very clearly. When I came to the sun was rising to its highest point in the sky. It was noon. I remember looking around the wreckage that was the front of the rental. The drivers door was ripped off and the front end was completely caved in. Glass shards filled the cab, sprinkled around like a bad glitter bomb I got on my eleventh birthday. The steering column was pressed against my legs pinning the left to the seat. It was like all my sense came flowing back to me as the pain finally made its way into my consciousness. My head was throbbing uncontrollably and I had been sure that there was a nasty gash across my hairline. It didn't take long for me to begin struggling at the realization that I was actually hurt hit home. My hearing made its way back, bringing an alarming muffled ring with it.

During my struggle to unpin my leg I had looked up and caught my reflection in the rear view mirror. I don't think I had ever looked worse my entire life. My dark hair that had once been in a semi-neatly controlled bun at the top of my head was now disheveled with pieces falling into my face. Some of these same pieces were now mixed into the blood that came from the gash in my hairline that I had confirmed that was there, gluing them to my face. Formally perfect make up was smeared from tears I hadn't even known I was shedding.

I know I had then focused on getting my leg free. It had taken me awhile but once it was finally free I managed to climb out of the truck, falling onto the ground. I had gathered all the strength that my body had left and battled my way into a standing position.

It was then I had the time to take in some of my surrounding. I remember being so scared then. Instead of the intersection I knew that I had been at, I was on top of a hill overlooking one of the most beautiful valleys I've ever seen. It had looked like something straight out of an issue of National Geographic.

Right there was where my story truly began. It was where Meliodas had found me.

With my head ringing I tried to make sense of what was happening. There is absolutely no way I'm on a hillside! There are no hills even close to looking like this for miles in town and I was driving through it just before this happened! Looking back to my moving truck I tried to take account of the damage. The truck was completely totaled with the front absolutely crushed straight to the windshield. How did I even manage to survive this.

My vision began to blur, no doubt from the concussion. Looking around the truck I saw a great green mass making its way towards me. Using my right hand I attempted to make my way around the truck, using it for support as I grabbed at my left pant leg just above the knee with my left to help lift the injured appendage into action. I only made it to the front before my vision became too blurry to distinguish. I felt my eyes closing and my body getting heavier by the second. I tried to keep them open as I saw the green object come to a stop.

I could just barely see a person coming to me. Had they jumped from the top? It may be the concussion that I knew that I had to have but I swear they jumped from the top of the green thing.

My body became too heavy to handle and I felt myself sinking down the front of the truck. I tried to avoid putting any weight onto the injured knee but that proved to be an utter failure as I collapsed completely. I rolled onto my back, trying to keep my fluttering eyes open.

"You cannot fall asleep" I reminded myself.

"If you fall asleep you can die. That's what they say right? Stay awake. You can't die here." I kept repeating that to myself like a mantra.

"Stay awake. You can't die here."

As my eyes began to flutter shut the light from the sun was blocked from view. Through my blurred vision I could make out blond hair, catching the sun and creating a halo around the person leaning over me. They were saying something but I couldn't understand them. It was like the ringing had reached its crescendo and all other sounds very inferior to its might.

With a half hearted smile my eyes fluttered shut for the last time that day.

"You weren't supposed to fall asleep dumbass."

Do you know the feeling of waking up after a long night of partying? The disorientation of where you are? Forgetting how you got there? The pounding headache? Random pain from the previous nights drunken decisions? The dry mouth? The wondering where your clothes are?

Apparently that what waking up from a potentially life ending car crash and being saved by a complete stranger feels like.

With my head pounding and my knee aching it took me a few moments longer than it should have to realize that I wasn't in my own bed. The sun was shining too bright and I always closed my curtains to preserve those last few moments that let me enjoy my bed longer than I should.

Squinting my eyes I let the view of the foreign room invade my senses. The room was simple, having a bed and breakfast vibe. All the furniture had was classically built but still looked new. The window was opened wide, letting a cool breeze fill the space. Why was I here? The accident was more than enough to send me to the hospital. I knew that for sure. Was I in someone house? Who would've taken a girl from an accident at a busy intersection and taken her back with them?

Groaning I sat up, pushing a palm to my right eye in an attempt to alleviate the pain. With my fingertips I could feel that there were bandages wrapped around the entirety of my crown. I was obviously not in a hospital even though the bandages were wrapped pretty well from what I could feel. Looking up I caught my own reflection in the mirror adjacent to the bed I was placed on.

I looked at least a little better than when I'd woken up in the truck. My hair was still a mess but it was now down and pushed back for the bandages. My makeup was gone and… so were most of my clothes? Quickly lifting the blanket I saw that I was only in my bra and panties. I caught a glimpse of my leg which was now wrapped similarly to my head. It didn't look terrible but after giving it a testing flex I knew for sure that I had dislocated my knee. Again. However, it seemed that whoever had brought me here put it back into place. At least I wouldn't have to be awake for that.

Looking around the room I saw my clothes neatly folded on a chair by the edge of the bed, shoes sitting on top. Slowly I began pulling myself out of the bed, being extra gentle with my damaged knee. The world spun more than I ever thought possible as my head increased its throbbing. It took me about 10 minutes but piece by piece I managed to re-dress myself. I sat there for a few moments longer once I finished, debating on whether or not I should try to leave the room. Was the door unlocked? Had I been kidnapped after my accident?

After deciding that whatever was beyond that door would be better than just waiting I dragged myself to stand. The short journey to the door seemed to take longer than it should have as the spinning in my head decreased to a manageable amount. Reaching the door, I used it as a resting spot as the pain in my knee worsened. Creaking the door open I peaked my head out. It seemed like a regular hallway in a regular house, with stairs leading down. In the distance I could hear the voices and shouts of men.

Cautiously I began my trek towards the stairwell. As I reached the top I was met with the sight of a large pig bounding up the stairs. For a moment there was complete silence as the Pig and I entered into one of the most intense staring contest of my life. Just as I took the first step the oddest thing happened.

The Pig began talking…?

"Meliodas! The girls finally awake!"

Holy Hell. This head injury must be worse than I originally anticipated.