I know this is going to sound crazy, unhinged, surreal.
Everything was normal until two weeks ago. My cousin (22), my sister (16), and I (18) went on a road trip. It was awesome. We had an amazing day, tons of fun. The problem started when we got back.
We arrived at my house, and the first thing I noticed was that the front door, which used to be white, was now brown. I said hi to my mom and asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were painting the door?" And she said, "What are you talking about? It's always been brown." My sister and I just looked at each other, completely confused.
From that point on, my sister and I kept noticing more and more things that were different. Things we remembered differently: family events, people, local stuff, even global events. For example, where we came from, the Iran–US war never happened. Now? Apparently it did.
But the thing that hit us hardest was finding out that my mom's sister is free. In our original timeline, she was in prison for killing her two-year-old baby. In this reality, she's out and never had children. Also, my mom has a boyfriend here, and he gives off a seriously horrible vibe.
Every day we find more and more weird differences. Some are subtle, others are totally radical and shocking.
I called my cousin. At first I didn't know how to bring it up. I couldn't just ask if he thought everything felt weird too, like my sister and I did. But when we finally talked, he was having a full breakdown. Because in this reality, Kiara, his girlfriend of three years, doesn't exist.
Every day we discover more differences. We don't want to be here. We don't like it here. Places we used to go don't exist anymore. People we knew don't exist anymore.
If this was just happening to me, I'd be sure I'd lost my mind or that I'm schizophrenic. The only thing keeping me somewhat sane is knowing I'm not the only one going through this. I have my sister and my cousin to lean on.
But what do we do? We can't keep pretending to live a life that isn't ours.